Page 155 of Shadow

I arched under him, my breath shallow. He was hitting a place inside me that made my eyes roll back in my head.

“I love how you can’t tell me to stop,” he whispered against my lips. “Even if you did say the words, your hips and this pussy keep begging me to fuck you harder. Deeper. Longer.”

He slowed his movements, making me whimper in protest.

Desperate for more of him, my body bowed, and I shifted my hips upward as a means to feel him.

I let out a whining protest when he continued to pull away, barely buried in me.

“Shh, baby,” he teased softly. “You’re being so loud without saying a word. That little flutter in your stomach? That twist of your hips? That’s your pretty pussy trying to pull me deeper.”

He released my wrists just long enough to grab my thighs and push them open wider before folding me upward and driving deep inside me.

Not even the guys had done this to me before. I fisted the sheets, a scream working its way into my lungs.

“There. Right fucking there.” He drove his cock deeper and my body spasmed. “That’s the spot that makes you come, huh? That’s where you melt for me.”

I trembled, my orgasm rushing from me, my body shaking violently as he continued to hammer deep inside my body.

I opened my mouth, a silent scream coming out.

He grinned and leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine and letting my body relax beneath him.

“I want to see you lose it,” he growled. “I live for it. I want to watch you fall apart without a single sound. You’re going to come for me again without saying a single word, and I’m going to feel every goddamn, aching second of it.”

He thrust harder. Deeper. I dug my nails into his back. He kissed me, swallowing all my gasps, his cock driving into me in a perfect, brutal rhythm.

“Take it,” he whispered. “Take every fucking inch of me. I want to ruin you, cupcake. I want you to crave me. Ache for me.Fucking beg me.”

“S-Shadow,” I rasped as my body locked, my legs shook, and my pussy clenched down on him like a velvet vice.

“Fuck…fuck, that’s it…” he groaned.

I thought he might slow, but he didn’t. He fucked me through it, drawing out every shiver, every twitch, until I was boneless and breathless.

He adjusted the angle, lifting my hips with one hand beneath the small of my back. He was able to burrow deeper inside me, until he hit a spot I’d never had touched before.

“Right there,” he whispered, his voice shaking.

I parted my lips, my eyes wide.

This was new territory. I had no idea what was happening or what part of me he was pressing against.

“You feel that, baby?” he whispered, his voice gentle. “Right there… that deep ache? That’s me fucking you where no one else ever has.”

He didn’t pick up his pace. He was slow and methodical, taking in every movement from me. I knew he was memorizing it all, sorting it into his mind and keeping it filed away in a special place.

He gave me a smile, the wickedness curling at the corners. He pressed in again. Slow. Relentless. God, so deliberate. His cock stroked that place inside of me. It felt like he was scratching an itch I didn’t know I had.

“You’re going to come for me,” he continued softly, his lips brushing against mine. “Not from your clit. Not from anything soft like before. This one is going to start deep inside, you won’t even know how to breathe through it.”

I trembled, the anticipation taking me to the edge.

He didn’t slow his pace.

He gripped my hips, anchored himself deeper into me and kept thrusting at that spot. Over. And over. And over.

My eyes rolled back.

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