Page 65 of Sinful Pleasure

And then, almost as if he were chastising himself, his eyes snapped open, dark and smoldering.

“Of course, you feel fucking good,” he bit out, his tone edged with frustration, like it was my fault he was losing control.

He punctuated the words with sharp deliberate thrusts, each one harder than the last. My cries filled the room, rising in pitch with every snap of his hips against me.

His hand fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “Quiet.”

His free hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the sounds spilling from my lips.

‘‘Shut your mouth before your mommy comes up here and sees you—assin the air, getting fucked like the needy little brat you are.”

The heat of his words hit me like a wave.

A delicious mix of humiliation and arousal that left me trembling. My muffled cries turned to desperate hums of agreement as I nodded, his grip on my head keeping me pinned in place.

When he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate motion, I felt every inch of him inside me, hitting spots that made my walls clench tightly around him. My eyes rolled back, tears pricking at the corners from the overwhelming sensation.

“If I take my hand away, are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet for me?”

I hummed my agreement, biting down hard on my bottom lip to keep myself from making another sound.

His hand slipped away from my mouth, lingering just long enough to make sure I’d follow through on my promise. And then he moved again— slower this time, deeper.

His hands are back on my hips, gripping them tightly as he thrusts into me, sending sharp zings of pleasure and pain up and down my spine. I swear I can feel him deep in my belly with each thrust.

There’s a wet slap every time his hips meet my ass, and that sound is so filthy—I’m sure it will become a permanent fixture in my mind.

“Such a good girl for me, being so quiet as you take my cock.”

He drops his voice to whisper in my ear.

“You like how full I make you feel, princess?”

“Maddox.”I whimper his name like a desperate prayer.

His hand presses my head into the mattress, fucking me with the same raw intensity he carries in every part of him.

“You wanted this, yeah?” He groans, pounding into me relentlessly. “So fucking take it.”

I bite my lip so hard the taste of blood floods my mouth, covering it with my hand to keep from crying out as, without warning, my mind and body are engulfed in unending, explosive pleasure.

I fall apart from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. And he didn’t even touch my clit.I was mind-blown. I’ve never had an orgasm without external stimulation, but Maddox made me come harder than I’ve ever come before, just with his massive cock.

It was hard to catch my breath after that.

I was a mess, sprawled out on the bed, barely able to keep my eyes open. Maddox gripped my ass so hard, his fingerprints marking my skin as he fucked me like he hated me.

He was using my body however he pleased. The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with my juices, filled the otherwise quiet room.

‘‘Fucking hell.’’

Maddox cursed under his breath, loud enough for me to hear. He yanked me hard onto his length, then wrapped a muscled arm around my waist, gripping my throat and pressing my head back against his shoulder so I couldn’t move.

My mouth dropped open, my eyes rolling back in my head as Maddox thrusts into me, savage and relentless.I cry out, soaring over the peak of a new climax, clenching around his cock.

His fingers dug into my skin, and with one last powerful thrust, he froze inside me the same moment a second orgasm conquered my body.

I watched his face unfold in the mirror’s reflection.

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