Page 88 of The Councilor

He thrust harder. Faster. Finally developing a rhythm. While I struggled to breathe, the joy of having him in my mouth outweighed everything else. I could do this for hours, enjoying every moment of being taken by him.

Used.

Fucked.

My, wasn’t I a filthy girl after all?

My jaws ached, my pulse skyrocketing, and just when I thought he was going to erupt in my mouth, he pulled completely free. I peered up at him, already reaching out.

His cock was standing at full attention and within seconds, he’d slid his arms under mine, yanking me all the way off the floor. When he shoved me against the wall for a second time, I wrapped my legs around his hips. He wasted no time, returning his cock to my aching pussy. He took his time thrusting inside but once fully seated, he let out an intense growl, the sound sending another wave of shivers down to my toes.

“So tight. My God, you’re so wet for me.”

“You make me that way.”

He narrowed his eyes, his breathing as labored as mine. When he rolled onto the balls of his feet, pushing me further up the wall, he planted both hands on either side of me. “Hands over your head.”

I was certain I would fall, but the weight of his body pressing against mine kept me aloft. As he started to fuck me once again, I was lulled into a magnificent moment of bliss, vibrations dancing through me. He was powerful as I’d known he’d be, rough in the right way as he fucked me, plunging in deep thrusts. The blissful lull was quickly surrendered to utter ecstasy as an orgasm began to build. This was something else entirely, igniting all my senses.

“Oh, yes…”

“Mmm…” He was looking at me like he planned on devouring every inch of me. I wrapped my feet together, no longer able to breathe or think clearly as the climax continued to build.

When he slowed down his rhythm, switching the angle, I was immediately tossed into another realm. I couldn’t hold back a scream as the orgasm jetted through me like a tidal wave.

“Oh, God. Oh…” I lolled my head, struggling to blink or breathe. He picked up his speed once again, driving me so hard into the wall that I lost my breath.

“Good girl. Very good girl.”

The praise was strangely comforting, the warmth I felt expanding into a blaze of fire. The single orgasm didn’t seem to be enough, my body reacting to his firm hold. The cascadeof sensations was like a live wire, the pull on my emotions as electric as the moment.

When the deliciousness began to subside, he yanked me away from the wall. I couldn’t help myself, throwing my bound hands over his head, pressing my face against his. I didn’t care what he did with me at this point. I only knew I adored being in his arms, completely protected and cared for.

He kissed my lips as he walked, every breathless sound he made fueling the fire. When he eased me to the bed, planting me on all fours, I clamped my fingers around the comforter, arching my back. The second he crawled directly behind me, he wrapped his hand around my long hair, yanking until I was forced to look straight ahead.

His breathing remained ragged as he rolled his fingers down my spine to the crack of my ass. I tensed, still anxious to be fucked in the ass but the strangest thing was I was excited. Maybe too much so.

It was as if every hole in my body had always been meant for him. Maybe it was silly but I couldn’t help myself.

“Breathe and take your time,” he instructed.

Was he kidding me? I was far too hungry to have any level of patience.

He rubbed the palm of his hand on my bottom, caressing then kneading. When he slapped first one side then the other with his palm, I was shocked, but not like when he’d spanked me with his belt. This was more sensual, awakening the remainder of my senses.

I gasped for air, the vixen inside of me wanting to tell him to stop, pretending annoyance, but I knew that wouldn’t faze him. Instead, I arched my back even more, pushing up on my hands as I opened my legs.

“My bad girl is turned on.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hungry for more.”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

He slipped his hand between them, rolling a single finger around my clit. I hadn’t realized it was so sensitive until now. I found myself bucking against his hand, longing to ride his fingers. His chuckle was dark, almost laced with evil and as he slid his fingers inside, whimpers rushed up from my throat.

“Interesting. Is this what you like, my beautiful Raphaella?” he murmured as he curled his body over mine, brushed his lips across my shoulder. He cracked his hand against my bottom a few more times and I concentrated on the sound his wrist made when he snapped it. “To have a man take control of you, dominate you? Discipline you when you’re a bad girl?”

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