Page 95 of Lamb

“Stay still,” Lamb demanded, the consideration and concern vanishing from his face in the bat of an eye. “Trust me.”

I searched his eyes, the dark abyss wanting to drag me in and swallow me whole. A frown was rooted into his face, lips tight and brows heavy as he stared straight down between us.

I wanted to argue, wanted to move, but Lamb had me pinned, both verbally and physically. I tried to ignore the urge to move and readjust, choosing to relax and calm my short and shallow breaths.

Lamb waited until I had stopped moving before he shifted his weight, a gasp jumping up through my lungs in tender protest. He adjusted himself, and I felt little difference, but when Lamb reached down between us to find that bundle of nerves, I wanted to melt against him. His fingers worked in magical ways as my stomach warmed and a burst of teasing, tantalising pleasure surged through the pain and discomfort. It felt good, and the faster he began to work, the faster the pain around him began to ease.

I thought it was impossible, but one second, I was in pain, and the next, something began to brew beneath me. It came sofast, out of nowhere, that I did not even know I was rising until Lamb’s fingers began to move faster and faster, and the muscles I fought so hard to relax began to tighten around Lamb’s length. The solid intrusion of him inside of me as my muscles wanted to clamp down only seemed to heighten my climb as my toes curled and my short breaths turned into bated moans. I fought for breath and oxygen, and I was denied, but it only served to bring me higher as the struggle pushed me up onto that edge.

And then Lamb moved.

I gasped as he suddenly backed up his hips, his dick sliding out. I opened my mouth to protest, the burn of him moving and to deny him leaving, but Lamb had other ideas.

He slid back in, his full length sliding straight up to the hilt until his balls pressed against my ass. My breath caught in my throat, and even a moan of pleasure struggled to make it out as the mix of pain and pleasure rushed through me like a train.

I had not tipped that edge, as the bite of pain grounded me.

Lamb continued to play with my clit, his hips rocking back and forth, in and out of me. I burned as his shaft slid out, my entrance clinging to his every ridge and edge. But as he slid back in, his long dick slamming up into my uterus, a deep, primal pleasure took hold, bringing me higher and higher.

“Lamb,” I huffed, his hand in perfect control over my throat, serving to keep me in place as he rocked his hips forward and backward.

Each time he surged back in, his hand would squeeze in tandem, tightening the control of my oxygen, my body and breath under his absolute dominion.

The gentle did not last long as Lamb began to move faster and faster, slamming into me so hard that even holding my throat did not keep us pinned in place. The bed shook, my hips joined to his, my throat held by his hands as it creaked and waned beneath us.

As I began to build, my desperate, begging moans stuck deeper in my chest, barely able to take a breath, nor release one as he filled me up with his cock. Somehow, it was like he was filling me more than I was capable, as if the pressure he was creating was growing more and more intense with every thrust.

“Tighter,” I gasped, my hands gripping back to his arms, fingers digging into his skin as I begged for it.

I could see the battle in his eyes. The desire to squeeze me tighter and the fight for control that told him he could not. I revelled in it.

Lamb dipped forward, his chest once again pressing into mine, our thrusts rubbing my nipples against his muscles. He pressed his mouth against my ear, his hot breath growling into the shell, “If you don’t want your life”—Lamb squeezed, bringing me closer to that dark edge than ever before—“then give it to me.”

Not a second of hesitation passed my lips as I stared into those dark, consuming eyes. It was enough. “It is all yours.”

Lamb’s grip tightened around me; my oxygen was completely trapped. I fought for air, but there was no hope as Lamb’s thrusts got faster and faster, and in a final sprint to the finish line, black spots danced around my vision, my orgasm rushing up and over me like a tidal wave, as Lamb slammed home into me.

My orgasm exploded like a firework, electric pleasure shooting off in every direction, overwhelming every cell and fibre as Lamb released his hand and oxygen rushed into my lungs. The return of air amplified the pleasure as it tore through my veins like hot, molten euphoria.

It was a unique high I had never experienced, and as Lamb pulled out, I had not even a single ounce of energy to move. I was ragged, exhausted, and elated all at once.

I stared up at the dark ceiling, riding through the waves of pleasure until Lamb’s voice pulled me down into reality.

“That was risky,” Lamb grumbled.

I glanced over, seeing his chest rapidly rising and falling as he struggled to catch his own breath.

“It does not matter,” I whispered, my voice rough and weak from his touch.

“I could’ve killed you.”

“You wanted my life,” I retorted, turning my head to look at him properly. I looked into those dark, honey-brown eyes, warm and melted as his own pleasure still flooded his body. “Have it. Do with it what you will.”

His eyes flickered over mine in that cute confused little gesture as he tried to pry something from my expression that would give him the answer he wanted. He would not find what he was looking for. There were no lies in my voice. The statement was as simple as it sounded.

“No takes backs,” I added, a weak smirk pulling on my lips.

Whatever was struggling beneath Lamb’s face seemed to fade, and instead, a small smile began to pull at the corner of his mouth. He reached over, his palm resting over my eyes, shutting me into the dark. “Sleep,” Lamb said. “You’ll need it.”

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