Page 11 of The Heart of Midnight

“Keep going. Take it, pretty girl.” I don’t stop until her gorgeous, thick ass is pressed firmly against my hips, and even then, I have a vicious fucking urge to be further inside her. “You’re mine now.”

“Oh my god,” she cries, hands trembling above her head as she comes down from the shock of it. “It hurts.”

While there’s a whininess to her tone, there’s also something else entirely. She fucking loves the pain.

Explains why she tried to fucking blackmail me.

“Does it hurt, baby?” I tease, drawing back until the head of my cock catches her rim. “How about this?”

I thrust hard enough that I have to hold her hips to keep her steady, and it feels so fucking good for me that I don’t stop. I had to wait too fucking long for this tonight.

“Yes!” she screams, clenching tight around me. “It hurts so much I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can. Fuck, baby. Scream louder.”

I spank her again and lean back, dragging her body with me so I don’t slip out an inch. She screams out her little nickname for me and reaches back to grip my forearm and dig her nails through the fabric. “Oh, harder.”

There she is. Fuck.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck to keep her in place and slow down, making sure she feels every brutal thrust. “Touch yourself. Make yourself cum with my cock in your ass.”

“I don’t know if I can.” But she slips her hand underneath herself and rolls her fingers on her clit, the wetness there audible. “Oh, fuck.”

There she is. The little brat finally broke.

“Keep going. Don’t stop,” I snap, squeezing the sides of her neck as I speed up again. Fuck it, I’m done teasing. Either she gets off or she doesn’t, but this ass ismine.“God, your ass feels good.”

“Yeah?” she asks in disbelief. “Were you thinking about my ass, Midnight?” Her body tightens with an impending orgasm as it builds and builds, and her little fingers move faster to keep up with me.

I wasn’t thinking about her ass before tonight, but now? I’ll never go another day without thinking about it. “Come, Avery. Come for me.”

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her ass strangling me as she lets go all over her sheets. “What the fuck?”

It’s obvious from her tone that she’s never squirted before, but it’s just another claim I’m making on her. I may never beable to walk through her front door after a long day at work and greet her as my wife, but there’s no way she’ll ever forget me now. With her, I’ll live forever. Long after the media quits talking about me, she’ll lie awake at night wondering where I’ve gone, who I was, thinking about how I made her feel.

Avery Valentine makes me fucking immortal.

And I’m not done with her yet.

I hit the edge when she tries to squirm off me again and lean forward, pinning her completely to the mattress as my cock pulses inside her. “I told you to take it,” I whisper sharply. “I meant fucking all of it.”

“Oh.” Her voice is shaky as she goes pliant for me, her quick breaths filling the silence as I remain inside of her. “I can feel your cum.”

I roll my hips just to bury it a little deeper, then lean in to lick the sweat from her neck. “You’ll feel me for days, you know. Every time you walk, every time you sit. You won’t be able to move without remembering me and what I’ve done to you tonight.”

She nods, turning her face slightly like she wants to look at me even though I’m masked. “Was I your good girl?”

“You were a brat first, but yes, Avery. You were everything I’ve ever searched for. I don’t think ‘good girl’ covers it.”

She wiggles a little bit underneath me, and to my surprise, she isn’t trying to get away. She’s just reacting to how happy my words made her.

Our jagged, broken pieces fit together better than I thought. If only it were enough to save either one of us.

Eight

Avery

Everything hurts in the best of ways. I’ve always wondered about anal, but I knew I needed it to be an experience I’d never forget, so I denied every guy who asked. None of them had the guts to take it, so none of them must have actually wanted it anyway. Yet my Midnight did. Nothing will keep him from taking what he needs from me, and although I may never know who he is, I’m glad he was the one I shared this with.

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