Page 110 of Hell Hath No Fury

I pick up my pace, rotating up and down, ignoring the screaming of my muscles in my thighs and lower abdomen as I push him into coming again.

This time, he doesn’t grab me; instead, he pushes himself up, his hands braced behind him, his lips attacking my breasts, kissing and sucking before latching onto my nipples. I move one hand behind me, pressed against the top of his trembling thigh, my other hand gripping the back of his head. A sob falls from my lips as my rhythm stutters, and I find myself pressing down onto him in pulses.

His release is quieter this time but no less powerful. He shudders, his entire boy trembling, his breath hot on my nipple as he moans, “You’re trying to kill me. Holy shit. I don’t even care.”

I smile, giving him a few moments to recover before moving off him, easing back into my initial position between his spread legs. He’s watching me still, his gaze soft and satisfied, and I smile, ridiculously pleased with myself as I settle in.

Once again, I start at the beginning, hands and lips and tongue, fingertips stroking his balls. He curses, his hands fisting in the sheets as he writhes, going back and forth between telling me to stop and begging me to never stop.

By the time I move to straddle his hips, he’s muttering incoherently, so I rub my dripping cunt against him and lean forward, my lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. “You gonna tap out?”

His breath catches, a choked laugh escaping as his determined eyes meet mine. He doesn’t say anything; he just shakes his head, so I push myself back into a sitting position, lifting myself off him and gripping this dick in my hand so I can slowly ease myself into position.

His entire body trembles, his arms now stretched above his head, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress. His feet press into the bed, bracing himself so he can gain some control, but whenever he tries, I stop moving, picking up a slight rocking motion.

Frustration is a low growl in his chest, my answering chuckle of utter self-satisfaction creating a whole new throb of pleasure low in my belly. He stills, his eyes burning with possessiveness as he watches me, waiting for me to continue torturing him.

I rock slowly, increasing my intensity slowly, but this time, going back and forth between easy and hard. His hands on my thighs draw my focus to his face, and I lean forward, my eyes intent on his as I say, “What is it?”

“Please,” he gasps, his eyes pleading, so I whisper, “Please what, love?”

His eyes squeeze shut as I use my inner muscles to squeeze his cock, and I laugh quietly, fully enjoying the power trip I’ve brought myself on. But then his eyes open, locking with mine, and he chokes out, “Come with me. Please. I need it.”

My insides clench at his words, the ache in my pussy increasing. He lifts his hips sharply as if he’s incapable of controlling himself, and the sudden pressure against my clit has me gasping, “Make me.”

No sooner than the words are out of my mouth, than he shifts beneath me, rolling me onto my back in one smooth, practiced move.

I don’t get time to adjust, his hands moving to my knees and spreading me wide open for him. Then he reaches above me, his hand disappearing under the pillow, coming out with an object I can’t quite place. He brings it between us, his hands nudging at my pussy where he remains inside me, so I lift my head, craning to see what he’s doing.

He secures a rubber ring around the base of his dick, adjusting it so the protruding tab is pressed against his lower abdomen. He touches the side of it, once, twice, and then I feel it—the telltale vibration of my imminent torture.

He pushes inside me a bit more, the expression on his face pure smugness as he asks, “Do you remember your safe word, love?”

Oh, shit.

He doesn’t wait for me to reply, instead sliding his cock into my dripping cunt without hesitation, pushing and pushing and pushing until there is no space between us at all.

As soon as the vibration makes direct contact with my swollen clit, a sob breaks free, and I find myself clutching his back, my nails digging into his skin as my overly sensitized flesh pulses with pleasure.

I come so hard my eyes roll back into my head, my curse of release choked, my entire torso bowing as I reach for an end to the euphoria that seemingly doesn’t exist.

“That’s it, love,” Antonio grits out, his hands twisting in my hair, keeping me in place with the vibe pressed between us. “You fucking come. Keep coming. Come all over me.”

My entire pussy vibrates, beginning in my clit and reverberating deep inside, where his cock strokes relentlessly. He ruts into me like a man possessed, managing to hammer my G-spot while keeping continuous pressure against my clit. The vibrations never end, rolling me from one orgasm into the next as he rocks into me, over me, his hands tugging my hair, his lips and tongue and teeth moving from my neck to my mouth.

He makes me come until I’m limp, all but drooling, yet still unable to wipe the ridiculously silly grin off my face as he finally comes one last time. He clutches me to him, his moan of pleasure vibrating against the wet skin of my neck, the twitching of my own body matching his.

He lifts off me just enough to wedge his hand between us, releasing the vibrating ring and tossing it aside before collapsing back on top of me.

We both shiver and twitch with aftershocks, our breathing slowly evening out, the sweat cooling between us, but still, we don’t move. I tighten my arms around him, my hands stroking over his back, my feet hooking along his thighs, and he sighs, settling into me just shy of suffocating me.

But I don’t care. At this point, he can’t get close enough.

After a moment, he eases his softening cock from inside me, then rolls us onto our sides, my head pillowed on his arm. “Are we dead?”

I shake my head but reply, “If we are, I don’t care.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, content to stare into each other’s eyes, which are filled with emotion and tenderness.

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