Page 48 of Volatile

His hand slid down to her nape, and he held it tightly as he possessed her mouth. The way she trembled, the heat she radiated, the sounds he took from her... it all made him insane. It made him not want to stop until he’d fully consumed her.

Her clothes needed to be gone. He only wanted bare skin in his hands. He wrenched her t-shirt off and yanked down her skirt and panties in one tug. She was finally in nothing but her lovely flesh, quivering beneath him.

He ran his palms over her chest in hard strokes, brushing past her stomach, and picking up pressure down her thighs. She squirmed and he increased the force, moving back up and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples jutted out and he took one into his mouth, then the other, nipping down.

She cried out but made no move to push him away. Instead, she flicked her little tongue over her lips. God, he wanted to fuck her hard. Give her every inch of raw passion her body screamed for.

When he traveled down to her thighs and dug his fingers into the muscle, prying her apart, he thought she’d come on the spot. Her arousal was thick in the air, her body an exquisite playground that was so open to him.

He quickly removed his clothes and nestled between her legs, stroking his shaft over her slick cleft and teasing her clit. Harder, harder until she was shaking.

“Do you like this, Ivy?” He kissed her, biting down on her bottom lip. “Do you like making me so crazy that nothing will satisfy until I’m deep inside you?”

He stared into her eyes as he rubbed his cock against her wetness, making her jerk. “Tell me you love it. Tell me your body was designed for this. Designed to fuck me. Made to drive me wild so I can think of nothing else except fucking you.”

“I....” She turned her head away, but he grasped both sides of her face and turned it back. “The way you’re looking at me,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Looking into me. I can’t... I feel like you’re turning me inside out.” Her cheeks blazed, her lips so swollen he wanted to suck them harder. “Please don’t look at my face.”

He removed his hands from her face and clutched them around her hips, flipping her over. She was embarrassed by what excited her. If she were one of his submissives, he’d break her of that, strip her down to her most exposed form until there was nothing left inside to be ashamed of any longer. But she wasn’t one of his submissives.

He let her bury her head into the pillow while he lifted her ass high in the air. Spreading it wide gave him the same reaction as when he’d first opened her thighs. And the harder he dug in and ground against her, showing his need to screw her senseless, the more her body responded.

He pulled back to position himself at her entrance. “I don’t need to look at your face to know you, Ivy. I can read you everywhere. I see you in every trembling muscle, in every deep moan, in your cunt that’s so soft and wet for me.”

With one rapid thrust, he slammed his cock inside, and she screamed. “You can’t hide from me.” He held her hips firmly, marking her delicate skin. “This is what you like, isn’t it? Fucking like animals, feeling what you do to me. It’s primal, and it’s so fucking good.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, her pussy clenched around him. He pulled out, seizing the hair falling down her back. He was rougher than she probably expected, but her body soaked it all in like a moisture-deprived desert. Another hard thrust and she tightened around his cock again, a string of curses shooting from her lips. Yeah, it was so fucking good.

He didn’t wait for her to finish; this wasn’t a time to hold anything back. Taking her aggressively from behind, he only slowed to watch how slick he was when he left her. He wanted to watch her lick her own juices off his cock and see how far she could take him down her throat. The thought made him stiffer, and he became obsessed with claiming her. Those were possibilities for another day. Right now he’d continue fucking her hard, making her his.

She shuddered as he picked up the pace, more spasms pumping inside her as her body shook before him. He didn’t pause, continuing to drive into her with a hunger that surprised him, one that didn’t stop until her final loud moans. He let loose with her, all his pent-up emotions spilling from every fiber. It was exactly what he needed. His best fucking therapy.

He’d never intended it to be a long drawn out love-making session. From the moment she arrived at his door, he knew it had to be a fast and furious fuck. As long as she’d benefited too, which she definitely had.

Now that he’d tamed his lust, he planned to take it slower with her for the rest of the evening. Drink her in several small sips instead of one large gulp.

He slid from her and lay down, gathering her beside him. Facing her back, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking into her like he was locking a puzzle piece into place. Her hair tickled his face, and it only made him want to dive in further. Soft skin covered him as his dick nestled between her ass. He could handle this a while.

He enjoyed his time holding her, but she was too silent. Too still. Her breaths hadn’t indicated she’d fallen asleep, so he wondered what was going through her mind.

“Ivy?” he whispered, then immediately regretted it.

The spell was broken, the peaceful moment destroyed as soon as he spoke. She jerked out of his arms and rolled to the floor.

“I... I have to go.”

Shit. He stood up when she did, prepared to state his case. “No, you don’t. Stay with me. All night.”

“I can’t.”

She wouldn’t even look at him, collecting her clothes like she was escaping a fire. He tried touching her, but she flinched. What the hell?

“Just stop and talk to me, Ivy.”

“No.”

Damn it. She was already half dressed and struggling to put on her bra. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn’t get the thing to clasp, so she jiggled it off, slipping on just the shirt instead. Her tits stuck out, her nipples poking through the thin material.

Hell, no. She was not walking out like that. He didn’t want her walking out at all, but he had no authority over her. No control. Zero. He was going to end up in the fucking nuthouse because of her.

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