Page 47 of The Assassin's Captive
I tear open my fly, shove everything down, and step out of my slacks and Serena pulls at my hips, urging me closer to her.
She yanks at my hips, nails digging into my skin, and I let her pull me in. My cock presses against her, sliding through her slick folds but not inside. I do it again slowly, coating every inch of myself in her wetness.
Her jaw tightens. “Stop teasing.”
I grab her by the chin and force her eyes on mine. “You want to be fucked, say it.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t flinch. “I want you to fuck me.”
Her breath’s coming fast now, chest rising and falling as she waits, but I don’t move. I grip her jaw tighter, thumb dragging over her bottom lip until she parts it.
“That wasn’t begging,” I say. “Try again.”
Her thighs flex around my waist. “I said I want it.”
I draw my hips back, just enough to break contact, and she makes a sound—frustrated, needy. I smirk.
“You want me to fuck you,” I murmur, “you ask like you mean it. Or I’ll leave you here dripping and aching.”
Her hands fly to my shoulders. “Lorenzo?—”
“No.” I slap the inside of her thigh, hard enough to make her gasp. “Say it.”
She grits her teeth, then tilts her head back with a breathless groan. “Please.”
“Not good enough.”
She looks at me, furious and desperate. Her voice drops. “Please fuck me.”
I drag my cock along her again, slow enough to make her eyes flutter. “Louder.”
She grabs my face. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need you to make me come.”
I drive into her slowly, letting her feel the stretch. Her breath hitches, fingers digging into my shoulders. I draw back and thrust again, hard enough to make the dresser jolt against thewall. She doesn’t complain. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on.
“You feel that?” I say against her throat. “I'm claiming every inch of you.”
She lets out a low, broken sound, and I feel her legs tighten around my waist. I grip her hips and keep fucking her deep, her slick heat pulling me back in with every stroke.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
I slam forward again, rougher now. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her body rocking with the rhythm I force on her. She scratches down my back and gasps when I bite her shoulder.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours,” she moans, louder this time. “Yours— Fuck—Don’t stop.”
Her walls tighten around me, close to breaking. I watch her face as she falls apart in my arms, every moan ripped from her throat as she comes hard around my cock. I hold her in place and fuck her through it, refusing to let her go soft.
She’s still pulsing around me, legs trembling, breath caught in her throat. I fuck her harder, chasing the edge, sweat dripping down my spine. Her nails bite into my skin, and her mouth falls open again when I shift my angle and drive deeper.
“You want to feel me come?” I mutter. “You want it all?”
She nods, dazed and breathless. “I want it. Give it to me.”
I grip the back of her neck and kiss her hard, and my fingers thread through her hair so I can pull it, angle her mouth just the way I like it. The dresser slams the wall again, and she moans into my mouth, already shaking from aftershocks. My cock swells, pressure coiling low and tight. I bury myself to the hilt and come with a low growl, every muscle locked as I empty inside her.
