Page 128 of Claiming Pretty

Ty’s grip on my hair tightened as he thrust deeper into my throat, his breathing ragged and uneven. The taste of him, salty and musky, filled my senses. The slight ache in my jaw, the pressure against the back of my throat, the fullness of him—it all added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

The pleasure was excruciating, building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume me entirely. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, but I held on, clinging to that dark, slick core of control within me.

Ciaran’s movements became frenzied, desperate. His fingers dug into my hips with bruising force as he slammed into me, each thrust a punishing blow meant to break my resolve. The table creaked beneath us, the scattered papers rustling with each violent motion.

“No,” he groaned, his voice tight with frustration and awe. “How is she not moving?”

His anger was a living thing that filled the room withcrackling energy. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles as he came with a shudder.

His breath came in ragged gasps, hot against my skin as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against mine.

Ty chuckled as he pulled his cock from me. “Accept it, brother. She’s won.”

Ciaran pulled out in defeat, and I heard the smash of something against the wall, a glass perhaps. He stomped across the living room and his door slammed shut with a crash.

“But the game’s not over yet,” Ty whispered against my ear.

A dark thrill went through my body.

His mouth crashed onto mine as he lowered himself between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy, filling me again.

The sudden fullness made my inner walls clench around him, needy and desperate from being denied an orgasm. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled my legs up and apart.

The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, his cock hitting spots that made sparks explode behind my closed eyelids. Pleasure radiated through my body, building the pressure.

Ty’s breath was hot against my neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there.

“Good girl, hummingbird,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Take your reward. Take it all.”

He hooked my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he drove into me. The new angle allowedhim to hit that perfect spot deep inside me with every stroke.

My nerves sang with electricity, every touch amplified to an almost unbearable degree.

I drowned in the sensations—the stretch and fullness of him inside me, the slight burn in my thighs as he held me, the tickle of his breath against my ear as he whispered filthy encouragements.

The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, mingling with the musty smell of old books and the faint metallic tang of the antique table beneath me.

Ty’s fingers dug into my flesh, sure to leave marks that I’d feel for days. The thought sent a thrill through me, knowing I’d carry the evidence of this moment on my skin.

His thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged against my neck. I could feel him swelling inside me, on the edge of his own release.

“Come forme, hummingbird,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “This pussy ismine.”

My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily, my body responding to his command even as I fought to remain outwardly still.

Ty’s hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. He circled it roughly, the added stimulation pushing me over the edge.

It was my undoing. The dam broke, and pleasure flooded through me in an overwhelming rush.

My inner walls clamped down on Ty’s cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

I couldn’t stop it. A cry tore out of my mouth and myback arched as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked through me, shattering me into pieces.

Ty groaned, burying himself deep inside me as he followed me over the edge. I felt the hot pulse of his release filling me as his hips jerked against mine.

Ty chuckled as he pressed kisses along my jaw. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. You’d already won anyway.”

His words should have soothed me, but guilt twisted sharp and heavy in my chest.

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