Page 82 of Dark Horse

“We could do better,” she mutters as her gaze lands heavy on my cock. “You could put us both out of our misery.”

I should say no, should try to be the one who slows us down because she’s set on us both leaping over a cliff tonight—one we might not survive. But I’m lost in her, and every argument she makes is chipping away at my resolve.

“The lube’s right there. You could take the heart out and slip right in,” she taunts me.

I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek and slowly shake my head. For all the good it does, because even I can see in the reflection how desperate I am for her. So fucking tempted to take what I’ve wanted for what feels like forever now. I could let her have this. Give her these things she wants, at least, even if I can’t give her everything. I’m only tormenting us both right now.

“I want to see this one in you.” I run my fingers gently over the double-ended, bendable vibrator before I pull the heart-shaped plug I have in her now out slowly. I reach forward to grab the lube, leaning over her, and my cock brushes against her soft skin. I mutter a curse, and she seizes the opportunity, pushing back, and the warmth of her slipping over the head of my cock is too much. I squeeze the bottle and close my eyes, trying to count backward and take control of the situation.

Ten. I could do this. Nine. I really could. Tease and torture but not give in fully. Eight.

“I wantyouin me,” she demands.

Fuck. I’ve forgotten where I was. Seven? I’m too busy imagining how tight she’ll feel, how good it’ll be to know it’s me and not a toy making her fall apart like this.

“That private school Jesse made me go to my last year said it doesn’t count this way.” She licks her lips and runs her teeth over the lower one in a way that has me dying to kiss her. “In case you need an excuse to ease your conscience.”

She knows exactly what she’s doing. These few short months have given her everything she needs to find my Achilles’, or maybe she’s been studying for years just waiting for the opportunity. I raise a brow at her but stay silent. Still at number seven and moving very fucking slowly down to six and then five as I go to put the lube on the other end of the vibrator. But I pause, letting it dribble down in between her cheeks instead. I start teasing her with my fingers, slowly circling tighter and tighter, while I watch her face contort with anticipation and pleasure in the mirror.

She rocks back against my hand, murmuring a soft curse and letting me stretch her. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m coating the head of my cock in lube and lining myself up with her. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection and then rake down my body. I can’t remember what number I was on. Fuck, I can’t remember my own name right now.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Please. I need it.” It’s a soft plea, one that severs whatever resolve I had left.

Before I can think, I’m easing inside her, listening to her muted whimpers as she slowly moves her hips back and forth and bites down on her lush lower lip. I let her take control, taking as much of me as she wants as slowly as she wants. I’m just trying to breathe through it because she’s so tight and so fucking sexy; I worry I might never breathe again if I don’t focus.

“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes as she moans and leans over the counter for purchase, her palm running desperately over the surface and gripping the edge.

“Thought I was the devil.”

“Right now, you’re both.” She opens her eyes again to meet mine. “You’ve got me so full.” She starts to move, rolling her hips to test the feel of me while she counters with the vibrator, the one she has slipping slowly in and out of her until it’s glistening with how wet she’s getting.

“That’s my girl. Fuck that tight little cunt for me.” I grab her hips and start to fuck her, slowly at first, but she urges me on. I can tell she only needs a little more to take her over the edge. “Spit on your fingers and work that clit for me. I want to see how far we can push you before your body gives in.”

She follows my instructions without question, using her free hand to start teasing her clit. The jewelry glints from the movement, and I grin at the soft gasp that leaves her lips.

“I’m gonna come fast like this. It’s too good. I’m sorry.” She apologizes between moans and whimpers, and I’m thankful as fuck because I can’t take it either. The tight feel of her around my cock as the vibrator mercilessly punishes us both, torturing me through the thin barrier, the sounds she’s making, knowing every inch of her is mine now. It’s all too much.

I don’t have enough willpower for this. I take her a little slower, trying to draw it out for both of us, but then she mutters a soft final plea for more—one I deliver on—and I can feel her lose control. She grips me tighter, and her whole body shivers like waves on a lake as she comes apart, saying my name like it’s deliverance. It’s more than enough to take me with her, and the sight of it all reflected back to us in the mirror has me swearing through my own release.

“That’s my girl. You’re being so fucking good for me,Hellfire. Taking me so well like this.” I watch mesmerized as I pump her full, and I start to drip out of her. “Oh fuck… look at me leaking out of you.”

There’s another whispered obscenity on her part, and she pulls the vibrator free, collapsing forward and leaving just me as I lose the last of myself inside her. I pull out of her slowly, obsessed with the way she’s covered in me—my sweat, my come—as I run a palm over her ass cheek.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, but right now… Fuck me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this beautiful, sweetheart,” I whisper.

“You’re not bad yourself, Cowboy.” She turns around, and the way she studies me, every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire. Like I didn’t just claim her, but she took some part of me with her in the process. She leans past me to turn on the hot water. “I’ll get us some more towels, but we’ll have to shower together this time. We’re pushing the limits of the water heater.”

I nod my agreement because I don’t have better words right now. I’m still processing what I’ve done. What we’ve done. I already know how this night ends now. But it feels like she’s finally in control.

When she comes back, she takes inventory and smiles at the chaos she’s created.

“Get in.” She nods to the shower, and she presses softly on my chest and plants a kiss on my jaw before I follow her instruction.

She steps in behind me and pours soap into my palms, but instead of putting it on my own skin, I put it on hers. I’m still craving more of her, and I spend my time lathering up her shoulders and chest, moving slowly over her breasts and ribs and down over her abdomen. Then around her hips and overher back and ass, slipping between her cheeks to clean the mess I made of her. She moves just as slowly and allows my ministrations, lifting each leg, one at a time, so I can get her thighs and behind her knees. I kneel down to reach her ankles and toes, and she gives me one foot at a time so I can work over every inch of skin.

She follows my pattern, pouring the soap into her hands and washing every inch of my body. She pauses at all the parts she likes, not saying a word but admiring them all the same—my arms and my ass seem to get extra attention, and I smirk when she kisses the tip of my cock as it starts to come to life again from her touch. When she comes back to standing, she looks up at me, and there’s a question in her eyes, one I only have a single answer for.

I run my fingers through her hair, threading them until I have a tight grip and tilting her head back so she’s forced to hold my gaze. I’m scared to tell her the next part. Terrified that now she’s had some of what she thought she wanted, she’ll realize that I’m not any of what she made me out to be in her head all this time. But I’m in the habit of doing things that fucking terrify me, and now one of them is confessing the truth to her.

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