Page 26 of Hell Breaks Loose

As our lips collide again, my hands are tearing at his shirt, then his pants, whipping his belt off, dropping them to the floor. Tell moans into my lips as his hands find my hips, then my ass, cupping me as I tug his boxers down aggressively.

“My goddess, that ass…”

“Miss me?”

“You have no idea,” he gasps, his incredible length springing free of his underwear, already rock hard.

“I think I might…” I groan, licking my lips and dropping to my knees before him. Watching him clench in anticipation sends a flex through my core, heating my center and sending shivers of anticipatory pleasure down my legs.

The second his tip touches my tongue, I’m done.

Swallowing him whole isn’t even close to enough of having him, all of him, how I want him.

But it’s a great start.

Tell’s fingers graze my head, so soft that chills spring out on my flesh from head to toe.

Just as I see goosebumps pop out along his legs in response to another throat-deep plunge of his cock into my mouth. It’s rough, fast, and messy.

And over too soon as he pulls me back to my feet.

Not that I blame him.

I can’t wait another second for him to be inside me.

Tell spins me around, cupping one hand around me, tweaking my nipples hard, making me grunt a near-laugh of shock and elation.

“Spread your arms over the table.”

“And my legs, Doctor?”

“As wide as you can.”

“What about my ass…?”

“Let me take care of that.” Without warning, his palm strikes my exposed cheek, stinging so sweetly. Tell pulls up short immediately after, though. “Shit… sorry, I didn’t even think?—”

“No. This is the good kind of rough. Please. More,” I pant, desperate for him to lay into me, to plunge into my depths and make me forget everything for a few precious minutes.

Tell’s grip tightens on either side, pulling me apart. I feel his eyes drinking me in, his breath quickening as the head of his manhood opens me to him, paused just inside for a torturous few seconds.

And right then, a thump at the door freezes us both.

“You alright in there?” It’s muffled through the soundproofing.

“Yes!” Tell shouts to be heard. “Just doing?—”

“Some very. Uncomfortable. Examinations,” I growl out, right as I slam my hips back into Tell’s, driving him completely to the hilt inside me, making my head spin and my heart nearly pound out of my chest.

Tell slaps one hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at my comment and from crying out as he plows into me again, then again.

The movement is purposeful, hard. Long. Slow.

Every thrust of him fills me entirely, stretches me to the limit. Savoring every luxuriously slick slide out makes my legs quiver, makes my hands grip the edge of the table harder, biting down on my lip right before he hits home again, settling himself in my inner depths.

It’s fucking heaven.

Tell drags fingernails down my naked back, igniting my skin with tingles, awakening a feeling that I thought I had lost.

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