Page 55 of Matrix

“Are you going to stay mad all night?” he asks in an exasperated tone.

“Maybe.” I look away and cross my arms.

“Babe, there isn’t another woman in the world who could hold a candle to your beauty. And you’re intelligent as hell, which turns me on so damn much.” He gently grasps my folded arms and pulls them open. “Don’t be pissed off about something I didn’t do. It’s a waste of energy.”

“Fine.”

He brushes his lips across mine so softly that it leaves me wanting more. I hate how much my body yearns for him. No matter how many times we have sex, it’s never enough.

I give in far too easily and wind my arms around his neck. He returns to kiss me again, this time harder. His tongue slides across the seam of my lips, opening me to him. Sitting around waiting for news will drive me crazy, so I may as well enjoy being in his arms.

With a sigh, I surrender to the passion burning between us, and my desire for him explodes. Maybe I want to mark my territory, which is a concerning thought, or maybe I just want him. Either way, I pull his shirt off and toss it across the room. His nipple piercings catch in the low light from a single lamp. With the curtains drawn, it’s the only illumination in the space. It’s enough. A glorious play of light and shadow dances across his abs as he moves.

I lean down to capture one barbell between my teeth. When I give it a gentle tug, he groans and pulls away until his nipple is stretched taut. I’m sure it aches, but I know he loves it. The heavy length of his cock pokes at my belly, making me desperate to have him between my thighs. Releasing him from my mouth, I drift lower to unbutton his jeans. I pull them to his ankles so he can step out of them. He stumbles back before falling onto the bed.

When the springs creak wildly, we grin at each other. I’m sure this isn’t the first time someone’s made this bed squeak. I just hope we don’t break it.

“We’d better keep it down,” he whispers.

“Why? I want those club girls to know you’re mine.”

“Is that what I am? Yours?”

“Aren’t you?”

I push him down on the bed and rid him of the rest of his clothes. His cock stands at attention, just waiting for me to wrap my lips around it. I strip faster than any exotic dancer ever could and climb onto the bed. Straddling him, I brush my wet sex along his shaft.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs. His hands slide up from my waist to close around my breasts. Tweaking my nipples, he tugs and pinches them before sitting up to lick away the pain.

I’m overwhelmed by my desire to claim him. I slide down between his thighs before brushing my lips across his shaft. There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way I devour his cock. His hips jerk off the mattress while he curses loud enough to wake the dead.

“Shh,” I moan around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, babe.”

“Is that what you want?” I give him a coy smile before forcing him deep into my mouth. I never break eye contact, not even when his eyes roll back and his thighs quiver. Seeing him so turned on makes me even hotter. My pussy’s dripping with need and so ready, but I delay my gratification because tormenting him is so much fun.

“I’m going to come,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and dragging me off his cock. It slides out of my mouth with an audible pop.

He manhandles me onto my hands and knees before getting in behind me. There’s nothing gentle about how he forces his cock deep inside me. I let out a cry I can’t contain. Burying my face in the sheets, I try to stifle my screams of pleasure, but the way he’s fucking me is so raw, so intense that I’m sure I’m going to die before it’s over.

“Matrix, please,” I moan.

“All I want is your sweet pussy. Every night. You’re mine.” He hammers me with rough thrusts until my weakened muscles give way. Then, he flattens me onto the bed without missing a single stroke.

Plunging into my pussy, he grinds me into the mattress. My clit pushes against a fold in the sheets, hitting me in just the right spot. The intensity of it flings me over the edge into the most violent orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m kicking and screaming and coming so hard everyone in the house must think he’s murdering me.

Footsteps pound from somewhere down the hall. To my absolute horror, the door bursts open, and someone runs in. I try to get away, but Matrix has a death-grip on my hips.

“Get the fuck out. She’s fine,” he growls.

“I can see that.” I recognize Fang’s voice and want to crawl under the bed. I’m so embarrassed that I make a silent vow never to leave the room again.

After the door shuts, Matrix laughs. He’s still fucking me like a demon, stroking my cream again and again until I’m dripping wet. The tension in my body spirals tighter as I rush toward another peak. Ecstasy crashes over me, leaving me limp and breathless.

“I want to fuck you in the ass.” He pulls me onto my knees and wraps an arm around my chest to hold me in place. His teeth capture my earlobe, and he bites until I’m a shivering mess.

“Yes,” I whisper.

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