Page 54 of Quake

“And I’d smack you right back, princess. Like I said, you can take it, so spread those pretty lips for me and take my cock like the good little slut I know you are.” His fingers wrap around the base of my throat, squeezing almost gently at first. But as his thumb shifts to my windpipe, he presses down with so much force that I’m unable to squeak out the scream I feel clawing up my throat as his hips drive up into me.

His fingers loosen, giving me a false sense of relief before increasing the pressure once again. He continues this game, toying with me until I have him fully buried inside me, almost to the hilt, as I rock against him, seeking pressure on my clit.

My nipples are so hard, they’re screaming to be touched. My skin is on fire as pleasure strikes white-hot up my spine, the growing ache between my legs building and building. I’m on the precipice as his rough hand glides down my breasts, grazing my sensitive nipples and down to my clit. His thumb presses against me, and I see stars.

My heart rate climbs, and my breaths come out in short bursts.

“That’s it, little red. Take what you want,” he urges, rubbing circles over my swollen clit.

Tingles spread down my thighs, and I feel myself begin to spasm around him. He sits up to tug my nipple into his mouth, and I go off like a bomb.

My toes curl as my back arches into him.

“Gianni.” I moan over and over again as I collapse against his chest, and just when I think I can finally see straight, he adjusts his fingers, pinching my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he spills his hot cum inside me.

An overload of sensations fills me, and I can’t help but be satisfied with the sounds he’s making as he comes for the second time.

When we’ve both had enough, he lifts me off him, my mind hazy as I float, barely aware of my surroundings.

My chest is heaving, slightly able to take in enough air.

Did that really just happen?

That was incredible, and what shocks me most is the lack of guilt I feel. I was just in a relationship for six years, and yet I feel nothing but ecstasy at finally having my needs met.

Gianni lies beside me, panting alongside me as we try to get our bearings.That was incredible.

My racing heart begins to settle, and I feel the edge of the bed dip as Gianni leaves.

I hear running water, and moments later, a warm, moist cloth is wiping my face, my chest, and, finally, the spent and overly sensitive place between my legs. I feel Gianni run another dry cloth over me, covering my body with a blanket before leaving me again.

Just as panic begins to take hold of me, he squeezes my hand. “I’ll be right back. I just need to clean myself up.”

Moments that feel like lifetimes pass before he’s turned off the lights, the sun peeking through my blinds, the only thing illuminating my room. I feel his large, warm body wrap around mine, another blanket covering us both as he nuzzles his face into the place between my neck and shoulder.

I swear I hear him sigh as I relax into his embrace and drift into a restful sleep.

1. The Kill – Thirty Seconds To Mars

Chapter twenty-nine

Gianni

Igrab her phone, turning the volume all the way up to make sure I don’t miss any alarms that might go off if her blood sugar drops or spikes. I put it back on the table, face down, and turn my attention back to Lark.

Possibly the most fucked-up part of this whole thing is thatI knowhow undeserving I am of this woman’s attention, let alone for her to share such private information with me. And yet, I just couldn’t help myself from offering to live out her fantasies with her.

I’m afraid I’ll crave her touch.

Be desperate to drag out every moan she has left in that beautiful body.

And when she finds someone else, someone better and more worthy of meetingeveryneed she has, I’ll be twice as broken as I am now. Because ultimately, that day will come when she leaves.Because everyone leaves eventually, even if not of their own will.

But I haven’t felt this decent in months, maybe evenyears,so I plan to ride this wave as long as she’ll let me.

I watch as she takes small, peaceful breaths, her chest rising and falling methodically.

Tucking her hair behind her ear and running the pad of my thumb over her cheek, I feel the softness of her skin as my own glides over it. Thirty-six.

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