Page 51 of Pushed

Only if he buys me himself.

Machi's fingers dug into my hips as he lifted his waist slowly. “Fuck,” I moaned, curling my arms around his neck as his cock slid deep inside.

My skin was hot to the touch, igniting like a fresh fire, breathing in the fuel it ached to have. I didn't think about where I was, I didn't think about what had happened or what was coming my way.

I gave myself to him.

Machi had all of me; my body, my heart, my fucking soul. He might have been my captor, but right then, he became my freedom.

Pushing up on my knees, I dropped back down, forcing his cock to hit my lower belly. Slipping his fingers down my waist, he clutched my ass, giving one hard snap of his hips.

Pump after pump we lost ourselves in each other, not paying attention to anything else. There was no time, no schedule, nothing.

It was just us and the all seeing eyes of the room that didn't have a voice. Another story that would get lost in the walls and paint the room in more than just pain.

My nipples scraped his chest as I lifted up on my knees and fell down hard, driving him inside as far as he could go.

Heavy grunts spilled out from the back of his throat as he fucked me. Grinding into him, his muscles tensed, arms stiffening as his lids slammed shut. Moaning loudly, Machi's pace quickened, thrusting harder and harder.

Tingles swept through my body, buzzing over my skin and hitting my stomach. In one final pump, I felt his cock throb, filling my pussy with his life blood. Beat after beat, his cock twitched against my walls as he bit down on his lip and groaned.

My body electrified, exploding with sensations that traveled from head to toe. Curling my toes, the orgasm rose until I finally fell off the peak, tumbling down the other side.

Dropping my head against his shoulder, my heart raced inside my chest. I couldn't feel anything else right then except us. Our lungs were heaving together, our muscles were shivering together, and in that moment, I finally felt safe.

His fingers tickled across my back, following my spine and circling my shoulders. “You know what this means, Imperial, right?”

“What?” I asked, taking in long, slow breaths of air. “What does this mean?”

Raking his fingers through my hair, he teased the ends, pulling them and twisting them around his hand. “Either we live or we die, there is no in between now.”

Sitting up straight, I had to see his face. I had already known that death was sitting by just waiting for the right moment. All I could do was wish for the end or the chance to live. . .

What else was there?

How could there ever be an in between?

“I don't understand, isn't death or staying alive the only options anyway?”

Drawing his lips in tight, he gently placed his palm against my cheek. “The in between is where you feel everything you want to run from, it's where you beg for hell to gobble you up or you wish for the heavens to swoop down and save you. It's the worst place to be in and it's how I've lived for the past few years. Every last second needs to count and it's what we do with it that will make the difference.”

“Machi,” I said, laying my hand over his. “I've been counting the seconds since I got here.”

He wanted to think that choices needed to be made now, but he was wrong.

He started making choices the moment he took me.

And I had been counting down the time since.

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