Page 86 of On the Line

“Don’t,” she mutters again.

I make comforting sounds, my hand smoothing up her thigh. My voice is shaking as I slowly stretch her open with the wide head of my cock. I hush her again. “I’m not going to stop now, you feel too fucking good.”

Her protests turn louder, her nails manage to find my leg, digging into my skin.

“You can fight this all you want baby, but there’s no one in this house but me to hear you.” With small thrusts, I begin to fuck her, my cock sinking deeper and deeper with every rock of my hips. Soon, my thrusts turn more urgent, fucking her harder.

“Fucking tease, look at what you made me do,” I whisper harshly. My eyes are locked on the place where my cock disappears into her. “Look how desperate I am for you.”

I'm just playing a role to fulfill her fantasy, but there’s asoul-deep truth to my filthy words—I find myself more and more desperate for her every day. Pulling out, I take her leg and turn her over onto her back. With her face revealed, her eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed, still pretending she’s barely conscious, but there’s a hint of a smile on her lips. When I try to sink back into her, her eyes fly open and she starts to fight me.

“Please.” Her voice is laced with panic. “Don’t do this to me.”

I study her face, finding nothing but bliss in the curve of her expression. The trust she has in me urges me on, wanting nothing more than to give her everything she wants, including space for her to explore her darkest fantasies.

Reinforcing the roles we’re playing, I swat her hands easily, ignoring her pleas as I plunge my cock back into her perfect wet cunt. Still on my knees, I lean over her and curl my hand over her half-opened mouth, my other hand cradling her neck, fingers digging into her nape.

“Shut up princess, not a single sound,” I growl through clenched teeth, my hips pistoning into her. “If you really wanted me to stop, you wouldn’t be so wet now would you?”

She tries to swallow down her moan, still protesting, still fighting but she’s grinning against the hand covering her mouth.

My mind empties at the sight of her.

34

JAMES

Idon’t think I’ve ever felt so overcome by desire before.

There’s a catharsis clawing its way through my psyche. A release I’m desperate for. One I’ve been craving for so long. Every thrust, squeeze, groan only heightens the effect.

And I could cry.

I could fucking cry.

Ozzy’s eyes are nearly black as he fucks me, curls plastered on his forehead, watching me from above, his hand still wrapped around my mouth. I can’t stop grinning. I feel euphoric, but something inside me wants to push this even further. To allow myself to truly let go. To allow myself the space to aimlessly follow the urges asking to be let out.

Especially when I have the aching comfort of knowing that I can stop this whenever I want.

I hold all the power between us.

It only makes me want to play harder.Feelhim harder.

“Let me go!” I shout through his fingers.

The sound of my voice this loud startles Ozzy for half asecond and I take the opportunity to fight my way out of his hold, his cock slipping out of me. I twist my torso around and grab the side of the bed trying to pull myself away, my hands blindly trying to grasp at anything to help me escape.

Ozzy’s goading laugh sends a dark thrill zipping through me. And it takes him little effort to slam me back down on the mattress, pulling my wrists above my head and gripping them with one hand.

“Naughty girl,” he tsks, “do you really think you can get away from me?” He presses his hard cock between my thighs, licking up my chest with indecent strokes of his tongue until his hot mouth grazes my ear. “Not until I’ve had my fill of you, princess. You’re mine now.”

I let out a needy whimper, my heart beating wildly.

His teasing laugh makes me press myself against him, while I simultaneously struggle in his grasp, desperate to know what he will do next.

The rough material of his jeans drags over my sensitive skin and I break out into near feverish shivers. I hold the image of him fully clothed on top of me while I’m mostly naked in my mind, making our little game that much more illicit.

Pinning me down with his weight he leans over, and with his free hand opens the small drawer beside the bed. “Let’s see if you have anything good hiding in here,” he rasps as he rifles through it, eventually pulling out a small bottle of lube.

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