Page 39 of Widow's Walk

He has his cock inside me in the next instant, but my muscles are failing me.

Hooking his arms under my knees, he curls his biceps to slap me up and down at a lazy pace while he sucks all over my face, neck, and chest. Then he pushes me to my feet so abruptly that I wobble and catch myself on the back of the chair. It’s precisely where he wants me to be.

Bent over, he grips my cheeks and thrusts his way back inside me. He hooks one of my thighs to crank up, and I plant my foot on the seat. He eases his cock out of me and quickly replaces it with his fingers. Shoving them in harshly.

My head snaps back with my mouth wide open, and his fingers begin to work some ethereal witchcraft. Plunging deeply and hitting that spot that has my supporting leg shaking. I fuck his fingers back with uncouth movements, and suddenly, I’m paralyzed. My entire body locks up, and my eyes roll back as my pussy spasms, and I spew out an ample amount of liquid, splashing against his palm and running down my thighs. I whimper and whine as he drains the fuck out of me.

I’m still quivering from the quake when he replaces his fingers with his fat cock in one brutal, seamless motion. His hand glides up, his fingers slick with me, painting my bottom lip before dragging down to smear a glistening trail to my chin.

He turns my head, and before devouring my mouth with his, he stares at me for one agonizing moment. Time fractures, and I can’t move.

I can hardly breathe.

His eyes have me completely under his control.

Burning me alive beneath the weight of his gaze.

I don’t blink.

I just wait.

Wait for him to either save me or destroy me.

He finally puts me out of my misery and kisses me hard and unrelentingly. When he groans into my mouth, I want to cry. It’s the sexiest sound. The vibration from it draws something raw and desperate from somewhere deep inside me.

I can’t take it anymore. I squeeze my eyes shut, and he grips my chin with more strength and turns the kiss into an obliteration. His hips pick up pace, slamming into me until my leg is ready to give up. But I find just enough energy to lock it and ride another tidal wave of devastating pleasure.

He twitches inside of me as my muscles pulsate, sapping him. The vulgar sound of him withdrawing from me is the first sound I can register. Then all I hear is panting and hearts pounding. His body is coated in sweat as it still sticks to my backside, and I can feel his heart thundering in his chest. My mouth lazily hangs open just a breath away from his.

As feeling comes back to my limbs, I’m terrified to open my eyes. Terrified I will find that same look in his eyes that had me undone.

He’s starting to scare me.

And like I had feared, when I peel my eyelids back, his gaze is no less heated. The embers in my belly engulf in flames. How can I crave more?

We’re silent as we right our clothing, and I grow timid in my movements. Bashful to make eye contact. But he isn’t at all abashed when he takes me by the hand and hauls me out of the building and to one of the ATVs.

I’ve lost the will to speak, let alone argue, when he easily lifts me and places me on the vehicle, climbing on behind me. I’m stiff and rigid as he revs the engine and slides an arm around my waist, and we’re jolted forward.

The nerves are knotted in my gut, and I stare blankly ahead as the world whizzes by. I feel like I can’t think, and at the same time, I feel like I’m overthinking everything. So lost inside my brain.

What the fuck is he doing to me? This needs to stop. How do I make it stop?

I remain amenable as we arrive back at the estate, and he cuts the engine. He’s courteous with his touch, pulling me off our ride and steadying me on my feet. But when he clutches my hand, his hands are hot and randomly flex, as if he’s trying to restrain himself.

I’ve never been so docile in my whole life. Never been so hesitant to regain some control. Never felt so…helpless.

It’s a whirlwind flying up the stairs and into his bedroom. Not a single syllable is whispered the entire way. Not even when he pulls me into the bathroom and starts the shower.

Reality finally sets in when he releases my hand, and all senses return to full function. He turns to me, and I make the first move, toeing off my boots. His eyes remain glued to mine as he begins to peel his clothing off.

His skin is so rich in color and pulled taut over bulging muscles. He’s so fucking sexy. I have the urge to lick him all over, tasting every inch of him.

His eyes grow heavy when he gives my naked body a perusal. The corners of his mouth twitch, and he takes in deep breaths.

I feel so desired by him. Not in such a crude way or an anticipated way, spurred on by my purposeful seduction. I’m not doing anything right now, but he’s looking at me as if tormented by the very sight.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, my hands flatten against his chest. We both give a subtle smile as he takes a few backsteps until we’re in the thick, warm fog. My hair is still damp from showering not long ago, but I don’t say anything when he gently tugs on the hair tie and frees it.

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