Page 6 of Face Me Off

I’m not sure if I need this extra attention because I’m soaked. It’s almost embarrassing.

With a feral growl, he stands me up and shoves my bottoms off. The sarong falls to the ground next, along with my bikini top.

He sucks in a breath as he rakes his gaze over my body. Shaking his head, he mutters, “Beautiful,” before flipping me around and bending me over.

“Be a good girl and get on all fours.”

I do as he says and crawl onto the bed. My thighs clench at the sound of ripped cellophane, followed by the dip in the mattress as he positions himself behind me. He playfully smacks my ass as I squirm, anxiously waiting.

“Is this what you want?” He runs the tip of his cock along my folds, toying with my entrance. “You want my thick cock inside you?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out strained.

“Yes, what?” He slides the tip inside for just a moment before withdrawing.

I back myself against him, confusion rattling my brain. Does he want me to call him sir? Well, that’s never going to happen.

“Beg for me.” His voice drops to a low whisper, one hand sliding along my curves to my breast while the other slips two fingers inside. A shiver rakes through me when he pinches and tugs my nipple, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I won’t beg, not even after another finger slides inside.

“No.” The word falls from my lips more as a breathless whimper than an outright denial.

But instead of being annoyed by my defiance, he seems amused. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

And with that challenge ringing between us, his cock replaces his fingers and drives inside me. I swear the room blackens before me.

I grip the sheets beneath us, my knuckles white with demand. This feeling … I’ve never felt anything like it. So full.

His strokes are slow and measured at first, an agonizingly sweet torture that has me freezing in place, fearing any movement might break the spell.

He’s big, bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced, and it feels like heaven wrapped in sin.

“More,” I breathe out, my voice sounding foreign and desperate to my own ears. Who even am I at this point?

“Patience.” The word is a low growl against the skin of my back as he bottoms out inside me. The sensation edges on something too close to pain but melts into an exquisite pleasure that has me seeing stars.

God, what is this man doing to me?

He quickens his pace, his fingertips biting into my hips. The outside world no longer exists. No party. No fake friends. No overbearing parents. Just the sounds of our labored breaths and slap of skin against skin.

“You’re so tight,” he murmurs against my earlobe before biting down gently, sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through me. “Is this what you like, Maddy? You like my cock inside that tight pussy?”

“Yes.” My entire core tightens. I’m so close to exploding already.

“Good, because I’ve dreamed of being inside this tight cunt of yours for years.”

Before his words can resonate, he twists my curls into his hand and yanks just enough to edge the side of pain. As my head tilts back, he delivers a hard thrust and pauses. I release a throaty sound that echoes through the room and has him chuckling against my skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go for me.”

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes as the tension builds within. His fingers work their way to my clit at the same time he hits a spot inside that sends a shockwave rippling throughout me.

“There.” He repeats the action, and I shatter into a million pieces as white-hot heat soars through my body.

He continues to move, his own climax building as his hips grind against mine. Faster, deeper until he groans a deep, low sound that reverberates straight to my core.

“Fuck, Maddy, I’m?—”

But he doesn’t finish the thought. He hunches over me, his arms bracing him as his body shudders his sweet release. Breaths ragged and heavy, we collapse onto the mattress, me on my side, him on his back.

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