Page 143 of Lesson In Faith

“If I remember correctly, just short of nineteen inches.” Rubbing slow circles over her stomach, he continued as though he could see the question scrolling through her mind. “Nowhere near, Tamsyn. The cramping will stop, I promise.”

“Soon?”

“Soon,” he agreed. “Need another minute?”

It was hard not to let her gaze slide in Fordham’s direction. Was he watching? Could he see Merrick’s cock pushing inside her? Was he a witness to her poor butt—

“No,” Merrick decided almost immediately. “You don’t need another minute; you’re thinking too hard as it is.” The fingers on her chin released her, curling over the edge of the backrest; the hand on her stomach stroked over her hip to curve possessively around her thigh. “Well done for using your safeword, Tamsyn. Use it again if you need it.”

Tentative went out the window, she discovered. How had she not understood how gentle he’d been? Tiny mewls hiccupped free as he rolled his hips, moving his cock in increments before driving forward.

Once, twice, three times.

Eyes wide and huge, she sucked in a breath as his groin smacked against her butt. Things began to splinter—she was too full, her nerves were tingling with manic energy, her tight ring was stretched to maximum capacity around the wide root of his erection.

God, he was hot inside her, his bare shaft spearing into her taboo place as he’d once taunted her. His hips undulated rhythmically, the slow rhythm distracting her from thoughts of massive internal injuries, giving her wired brain time to process the pain and transform it into…

“Oh.” Tension seeped from her muscles. “Oh yes.”

Thrusting languidly as though he had all the time in the universe at his disposal, her Dom smirked at her. “Knew you’d get there, good girl. Taking my cock up this snug ass so well, every inch. Want a reward?”

If he made her come like this, she was adamant her head would pop off like a rocket.

“N-No, thank you, Sir.”

He laughed. “Rhetorical question, darlin’. My prerogative, remember?”

Tamsyn stiffened, but to her surprise, he didn’t reach for her clit. Instead, his fingers deftly unfastened the strap around her hips, then the ones pinning her thighs and ankles to the leg rests. She moaned her appreciation, then shot him a questioning look from beneath hooded eyelids when he circled his arms around her thighs and eased her butt off the padding.

This new position changed everything; she felt it before he began to move. “Um… Sir?”

The loop of his arms left his hands too close to her sex. His left restrained her thigh as effectively as the leather straps, but his right hand splayed over her mound. It stayed there, fingertips biting gently into her flesh, as he drew his hips back and slammed into her tender passage.

Her sharp cry snapped the chain on his control.

Growling like an animal finally claiming its mate, Merrick rutted into her fiercely with strong, smooth strokes. Faster and faster, flesh colliding with flesh inside and out, until her sex leaked juices over the thick shaft plundering her butt.

Thighs quivering with the need to come, jiggling with his thrusts, she was helpless to do anything but go along for the ride. Sweat trickled down her spine, dampening her face, neck, between her breasts.

Not for the first time, she decided he was a machine.

An absolute beast.

“Merk. Merk, please.”

Dark green eyes bore into hers, full of primal focus. When he spoke, his voice was just as dark, guttural, as though he’d tapped into another level of himself. “Come, Tamsyn. Come all over my cock. Gonna fuck this ass every goddamn day until all I need to say isanaland you orgasm on the fucking spot.”

Oh boy.

Maybe they could wait and see if she lived through tonight first?

He didn’t give her time to muse over her future, however; his thumb flicked over her clit, fast and hard, strumming it firmly in the same rhythm as his rutting thrusts. Her head slammed into the padded headrest, tipping back to open her throat and let the scream loose.

The lower half of her body bucked and twisted, wreathed in pleasure so acute, her eyes went blind. She screamed again, more plaintive, when Merrick rammed himself home, his balls wedged between her buttocks, and his shaft spasmed, painting her no longer virginal sheath with stream after stream of cum.

With an angry, bull-like below, he slammed his hands on the narrow edges of the headrest beside her head, pumping shallowly until the only sound in the room was their combined breathing, rough and heavy.

Groaning, he went still, lowering his forehead to her chest. Warm breath gusted over her damp skin, then he seemed to rouse even as she bobbed along on the sensations flooding her bloodstream.

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