Page 77 of Devious Secrets

His fingers dig farther into my hair as he deepens the kiss.

Everything inside of me melts. The pain blurs back into need. To be touched by him. To be fucked by him.

To be owned by him.

His pants are shoved away and again he lifts my leg into the crux of his arm.

“I need to be inside you,” he mutters against my lips as he kisses me again, pushing the fat head of his cock against my entrance.

“Yes. Fuck me, Alexander. Please.” I kiss him back, needing the touch of his mouth against mine while he impales me.

“Megan,” he growls my name as though he’s not sure he should trust himself.

“Please,” I whisper my plea. “Please, Alexander.” Being whipped without the arousal to mask the true punishment of the leather has made my ass more tender. But the pain drives my need to have him make it all better.

“Fuck,” he groans as he slides his cock into my pussy. It’s slow, the stretch and burn, and I relish it.

He pins me to the post, and I throw my head back.

“I’m not a gentle man, baby,” he warns me, lining up our eyes.

“I know, Alexander. I don’t want gentle,” I say. “Not from you.”

He pulls back just enough for the head of his dick to rest inside my pussy before he drives forward.

I cry out as he pummels into me. He’s so deep it steals my breath away, but he’s not one for patience. Pulling back, he drives forward again.

And again.

And again, until my core tightens and my skin is alive with electric heat. I wrap my hands around the chains of my cuffs, using it as leverage to push back at him as he thrusts.

“Fuck, baby, oh fuck.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I cry out with the new pain.

“Oh God. I have to come. Please, Alexander. Please, can I come?” I beg him, not wanting to waste any time on games. I need him to drive me over the cliff, the only way he can.

He kisses my ear.

“Fucking come for me, baby. And make it loud.” He bites my neck. Harder than his last bite and slams his cock into me so hard I’m shoved against the post.

He wraps his free hand around my waist and grabs my ass where his belt has left a heated sting.

And I come unraveled, throwing my head back against the post as I scream out with my release.

“Good girl.” He licks my throat as the last of my orgasm fades. “Good fucking girl.” He plows into me again and again and again until he stills.

Throwing his head back, he unleashes an animalistic roar as his cock spills his hot seed inside of me.

I sag against the cuffs, rolling my head to rest on one of my arms as I try to catch my breath.

Alexander eases my foot down as he slips out of me. He kisses my cheek.

“Give me a second to get you down, baby.” He quickly gets the cuffs undone and off the post. He lifts me up into his arms and I rest against his chest as he wraps a blanket over me.

When did he get that out?

I’m too tired to care. I wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling farther into him as he sits us down.

“You shouldn’t be holding me like this,” I say, losing myself in the warm spice of his cologne.

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