Page 80 of Black Sheep

A hiss rips from his throat. He stares down at me with a touch of the bewilderment I heard in his voice moments ago. His gaze moves lower to my mouth. My breasts. The uncontrollable roll of my hip against his leg.

Lurching forward, he captures my nape and delivers another punishing kiss. “Christ, I have to fuck you. Need to.” He releases me just as abruptly. One hand squeezes his cock, while the other one attacks his belt. The second he lowers the zipper he draws my hand to wrap around his steely length.

Dear heaven. His velvet thickness is a live, potent tool. Promising everything. Including temporary oblivion from fear and despair. I can’t resist the urge to caress him from root to tip, enjoying the power of him.

Dragging his pants down, he pushes me back.

The cold glass reminds me where I am. “Axel, the…the window—”

“No one can see inside,” he rasps, his voice edged in rough arousal and resolute ice. “And I wouldn’t care if they could.”

My breath hitches. The thought of people watching. Of seeing what he’s doing to me. How he commands my body. When the thought doesn’t immediately fill me with horror, another shudder rakes me. He lifts his gaze from the breast he’s fondling, and a smile twitches his lips.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it, my little exhibitionist?”

I shake my head. “No.”

His eyes harden. “Liar. I should punish you for that. Maybe I’ll take you downstairs tonight, fuck you in the lobby, in front of everyone,” he muses cruelly.

“No!”

Rough hands yank me around, and my front is pressed into the glass. Cold meets heat meets the towering presence at my back, and my brain ceases to function.

His fingers slide through my folds, testing and finding my wetness for himself before he grasps my waist. With a guttural grunt, he plows into me, his cock hitting my end in one burning thrust.

My fingers claw at the windowsill as my feet leave the ground. “Axel!”

“Yes,” he grates against my ear, his voice gravel rough. “Scream my fucking name so everyone on the street knows exactly who’s fucking you. Tell them, Cleo. Tell them who owns this pussy.”

He withdraws and rams back inside me.

Stars explode across my vision. I scream…something. His name most likely, if the unbelievable thickening of his cock is any indication. He feels sublime inside me. Saliva fills my mouth as bliss flames upward from my feet. The burn of his size hasn’t abated. It probably never will, but my body is beginning to adjust to him. There is less pain and more incredible pleasure. Pleasure every cell in my body is screaming for.

“Oh God…Axel.”

“You like that, baby? The way you’re creaming around me, I’m guessing yes.” The edgy smugness in his tone is accompanied by several butt-slapping strokes that hit me in exactly the right spot.

Ecstasy drowns me. “Y-yes.”

Teeth sink into my shoulder, strong enough to leave a mark, before his tongue slides across my skin. “Louder, baby. Don’t think that man in the suit at the stop sign heard you.”

“Yes!”

A nip at my earlobe. “Want more?”

“Please…oh please!”

His head drops between my shoulder blades, his audible scenting of my skin pulling another layer of bliss from me. “Damn, I love hearing you beg. Again.”

“Please. More… More. Please.”

I’m an incoherent mess, hurtling toward certain annihilation at the hands of an expert manipulator. And yet, all I feel is incomparable pleasure. Fatalistic craving for the orgasm headed my way. I ruthlessly hunt it down, pushing back against his thrusts.

A hoarse chuckle rumbles against my neck. “Look at you, fucking brave little thing, attempting to take more of me. You think you can handle it, baby?”

Probably not. Hell, I have no clue what I’m doing. All I know is the voracious ache inside me needs more. Of everything. Of him. So I buck my hips again.

His fingers dig into my waist.

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