Page 94 of Dangerous Men
This shouldn’t be such a turn-on. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. This is dirty. This is violent. This is dangerous.
This is…so fucking hot.
I let his wrist go, hands falling to the side to grip the sheets as he thrusts another finger inside me.
“I need to be inside you,” he says, fingers pumping into me. “But you need to come for me first, sweetheart. You’re going to take every inch of me, and it’ll be so much easier if you come…”
I’m already almost there, pleasure coiling inside me, when he adds another finger.
“So fucking tight,” he says, fucking me relentlessly with his hand. He grips my throat a little harder, and I moan, head lolling back.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, flexing his hand and making me gasp. The fingers wrapped around my neck press dangerously hard against my pulse. Inside me, his other fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, darling?”
It’s more of a shock to me than it is to him, but he’s right.
I love it.
Why do I love this?
“Because you’re mine.” Alec somehow answers my silent question while fucking me faster, harder. I cry out, my body shaking, wanting to move, but he’s holding me so completely still against the bed. I feel powerless under his grip. Helpless. And I love it. “This pussy? This is mine. So be a good girl and come for me, so I can finally take it.”
Holy shit.
It doesn’t take much more than a few more thrusts, and I’m coming undone, screaming as I break, my pussy convulsing over his fingers.
“That’s it, darling, give it to me. Get that pussy ready for me.”
I feel like I’m breaking, every muscle in my body tightening. When it finally dies down, I relax in waves, riding his fingers, until I collapse back against the bed, gasping for breath.
When Alec’s fingers leave me, I briefly mourn the wonderful sensation of being filled by him, but a moment later, he climbs on top of me, and something thicker presses against my entrance.
He enters me slowly at first, one hand at my throat and the other under my thigh, pinning me open for him.
But even slow, it’s too much. I almost hyperventilate, panicked that I can’t do it. With a snarl, Alec leans forward, clasping his mouth over mine, tongue savaging my mouth, and—in one hard thrust—he pushes all the way inside me.
I try to scream, but it’s swallowed by his mouth, and then he’s moving, pulling out inch by delicious inch only to slam into me again.
“Fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back to swear. He releases my neck, but only to grab my wrists, pinning them above me on the bed. My unpinned leg wraps around his waist as he fucks me.
His fingers were nothing compared to this. The toys were nothing compared to this.
There’s nothing in the world that even comes close to how incredible Alec feels, his cock filling me more than I’ve ever known, his hips rolling against me with every thrust.
His tempo picks up, and my leg pulls him to me tighter, needing him closer.
“That’s it, darling, take me,” he grunts. “Take every fucking inch you need. Fuck, you’re close again already, aren’t you? I can feel you gripping me, feel you wanting more. Take it. It’s all for you.”
I struggle against his hold on my wrists, wanting to touch him, wanting to wrap my arms around him.
“Such a good girl,” he tells me. “You take me so fucking well, darling. Show me how much you love it. I need to feel you come apart on my cock.”
I can’t. I’ve never come like this before, not once, not with anyone. But the way he’s moving his hips, the way he rubs against me each time our bodies connect…
The orgasm hits me so hard I almost break his hold on me, my body arching and bucking with the force of it.
Alec swears, fucking me harder, harder than I even thought possible, gripping me with enough force I’m sure to bruise, and then he’s following me, shouting my name as he buries himself inside me.
I feel each pulse of his cock as he comes, filling me up. And I ride that high with him, chasing the last of my own pleasure as we spiral down together.
