Page 42 of Depraved

His mouth worked me expertly, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused flicks against my clit. One hand splayed across my lower abdomen, holding me in place as tremors of pleasure coursed through me.

I could feel my orgasm building, tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core. River sensed how close I already was. His lipssealed around my clit as he sucked hard, the tip of his tongue fluttering rapidly against it.

The dam broke. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me as I came with a cry, my body shuddering uncontrollably. River didn't let up, licking at me through the aftershocks until the pleasure bordered on pain.

As the last tremors subsided, he rose up over me. His face glistened with my wetness, eye dark with hunger. Without a word, he lined himself up and began to push inside me.

He braced his hands on the headboard as he began to fuck me slowly. The metal ring piercing the head of his cock created an amazing kind of friction as he eased inside, stretching me deliciously. I fought the urge to arch my back, to wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper. I remained still, even as every nerve ending in my body screamed for more.

A low, guttural moan escaped River's lips as he bottomed out inside me. His eye rolled back, thick lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his whole body shuddered. The corded muscles in his arms flexed as he gripped the headboard tighter, the wood creaking in protest.

"Fuuuck—" he growled, his voice rough and strained. He breathed hard and fast, nostrils flaring, as if he was holding himself in check, but just barely.

He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in with agonizing slowness. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, like he was savoring every millimeter of my clenching heat. The piercing dragged along my inner walls, hitting spots I didn't even know existed.

I could feel every ridge, every vein of his thick cock as he fucked into me. His thrusts gradually increased in speed and force. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, the bed frame creaking beneath us. Sweat glistened on his scarred skin, muscles rippling with each powerful movement.

"Look at me," he growled, gritted through his teeth.

I met his gaze, drowning in the intensity I saw there. His eye was dark with lust and something deeper, more primal. Possessiveness. Hunger. A flash of that pure and utter violence that always simmered just beneath the surface.

"I’m yours," River snarled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Say it."

"You’re mine, River," I gasped, struggling to form words as pleasure built inside me.

His hand moved to grip my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head spin. The edge of danger, the knowledge that he could snap my neck with ease, only heightened every sensation.

"Again," he demanded.

"Mine!" I choked out. "Fuck, River, you’re mine!"

He released my throat, his hand sliding down to rub tight circles against my clit. Then, as if something inside of him broke free, he sped up, thrusting harder and faster until I was screaming.

"River!" I screamed. "Oh fucking god, River, I'm gonna?—"

"Come for me," he demanded, "Fucking come on my cock, baby."

His words pushed me over the edge, white-hot pleasure exploding through every nerve ending. I screamed River's name, arching off the bed as my body convulsed. Something released inside of me, and wetness shot out of me, slicking our skin and soaking the sheets, but he kept moving. Kept fucking.

River's thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release. "Touch me," he growled, his voice raw and desperate. "Now!"

Finally allowed to move, I reached up and grabbed his face between my palms, forcing him to look at me. His eye was wild, pupil blown wide. I could feel the tremors running through his powerful body as he fought to hold back.

"Let go," I whispered through my moans, stroking my thumbs across his cheekbones, my every word gritted and breathy. "I've got you, River."

A shudder wracked his frame as he stared into my eyes. His hips stuttered, grinding deep inside me as he let out a guttural moan. I felt the hot pulse of his release, filling me as his cock twitched and throbbed.

He moaned, and moaned and moaned.

I held his face, anchoring him as he rode out the aftershocks. Soft, broken sounds escaped his lips. It was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen this man.

When the last tremors subsided, River collapsed on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His breath came in harsh pants, and his whole body was trembling. I wrapped my arms around him, sweat slicking between our bodies.

As I held him against me, I became aware of a growing wetness on my shoulder. His body shook with silent sobs, tears spilling onto my skin. My heart clenched painfully as I realized he was crying.

I tightened my arms around him, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head. My fingers threaded through his damp hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in soothing patterns. I could feel every tremor that wracked his body, every shuddering breath he took.

River nuzzled deeper into the crook of my neck, his lips brushing against my pulse point. The salt of his tears mingled with the sweat on my skin. I held him tighter, offering what comfort I could with my touch.

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