Page 105 of Kortlek

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer into me. At times like these, I get a little clingy. I don’t want him pulling out; I want to keep him inside me for as long as possible.

“Always so wet for me,’’ he groans. He lowers his head, his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck as he slowly starts thrusting. His hips move upward, pistoning into me deeply, harshly. He doesn’t give a fuck that there’s a dead body next to us.

Then again, given that I sucked him off for the first time in a similar setting, I can see that it’s become our thing.

I bite down on my bottom lip to prevent moans from coming out of my mouth, knowing that the game is very much still ongoing and that my brother or my parents could come inside at any given moment, and no matter how much I like exhibitionism, I do not want my family seeing this.

Cove sucks on the sensitive flesh of my neck before pulling his head back. The darkness in his eyes returns at full force, and it makes me clench around him. He hisses lowly, eyes locking with the small cut on my lip I just gave myself.

He pauses his thrusting, only the tip remaining in me. He puts the tip of his middle finger between his teeth, grabbing the leather glove and pulling it off his hand. It’s thrown aside, and his thumb brushes, smearing the blood on my bottom lip.

Immediately after, he bends and pulls my bottom lip between his, sucking on the blood. I cry out in pleasure, and he pushes forward, filling me completely. His hand comes to rest on my throat, his fingers tightening around my sides.

“Don’t hold yourself back,’’ he speaks in that damned husky voice of his. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel. Let me hear those pretty sounds, bunny.’’

My head falls back slightly, and he pulls me on him harshly, reaching deeper than before. Screams of pleasure slip from my lips, and I don’t hold them back. I can’t hold them back. No man has ever made me feel like this.

It’s so much more than just rough sex.

Cove pays attention to details. He’s fucking me ruthlessly, but his hands are always somewhere on me, touching me, caressing my skin, soothing it, and trying to memorize it under his fingertips.

The fire is set ablaze in his eyes, and it burns only for me.

Cove uses me like his personal little fuck toy but loves me like the most precious thing in his life. And when we have sex, I feel both sides of him. The dark one that only wants to use me and the light one that wants to love me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The passion he shows me is something I’ll never get tired of. The look of pure need and desire for me, the way his hands never leave my body and how he doesn’t seem to get tired of touching me, holding me, and keeping me close.

Before I can register his next move, he pulls out of me, and a whine comes from me. He flips me over, bends me over the desk, and pushes back into me. He thrusts savagely, ruthlessly, and with no regard for the location.

My mind goes black, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Pure ecstasy rushes through my body, my back arching to meet his thrusts. His hand comes and smacks my ass, the sound echoing in the room.

“So fucking wet for me,’’ he groans, squeezing my flesh and then spanking me again. “All of you is mine, bunny. Your cunt is mine. This pretty ass that I’ll fuck later tonight is mine. Your pretty little mouth — all mine.’’

His words are all but a growl, and it takes all my might not to climax immediately. Instead, I try to prolong it, to push the orgasm down and feel him fucking me for a while longer. By this point, my mind is filled with Cove.

His scent, his ragged breathing, and his hard body slamming into mine.

“Cove,’’ I croak out.

“Yes, bunny?”

“More. Please, I need more.’’

A deep laughter reverberates through the room, the smallest hairs on my neck standing up straight at the sound. His hands are on my hips, pushing me onto his cock while he’s pushing forward. Tingles spread all through my body, my nipples erect under the bra.

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he picks up the pace and starts thrusting and slamming into me at a higher speed, with much more force. I didn’t think it was even possible to go harder, but he’s proving me wrong, and I’m addicted.

Cove is my biggest addiction. My redemption. My entire life.

“Is this what my little slut wanted?” He asks, tone low and dangerous. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks me toward him until his chest is pressed against my back. A loud moan comes from me, and his lips brush against my ear, causing another round of shivers to coat my body. “To be used like a toy? To be filled with my cum and bred until you can’t take it anymore?”

Tears stream down my face, rolling endlessly, falling off my chin. Everything is a haze, my mind blanking out again, and the only focus is how he’s making me feel. He doesn’t stop; if anything, his movements intensify, and I swear, I can see dots forming in my vision.

“Yes!” I scream out, my voice cracking.

“Then you’re going to take it like a good little slut. You’ll keep all of my cum in your cunt, then you’ll be leaking for days.’’

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