Page 120 of Antiletum
I whimper, torn over wanting to take him inside of me now and being good to get my rewards. All of what he promises. Make it hurt in the way that I crave. Only from him.
“Val,” I cry.
“You going to be good? You going to make me come like this?”
A ball of fire is gathering deep between my legs, so intense I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
“Yes.” My teeth are gritted, conceding, and I love it. Him telling me what to do. How it’s going to be.
“I’m thinking about how fucking tight you are, Delaney. I’m thinking about how much I’m going to ruin you. And how you’re going to take me down with you.” He pushes the head of himself right up to my hole. Just enough to feel the beginning stretch of him before he pulls his cock away and continues fucking against my seam.
I think I’m about to cry, just like he wants. And I think I’ll beg him to lick off my tears. Tell him to keep them. They’re all his to make better.
“You want it? You want me to fuck you, Delaney?” Teasing. Every time he asks just makes me want it that much more.
Val grips me tighter, to where he’s controlling us both fully and marring my skin, fucking his hips up towards me while he slides me against him in short, shallow strokes so that the head of his cock punches into my clit ring over and over and over and over.
Hard and rough and absolutely filthy.
It’s relentless and mind shattering. I can feel it everywhere. In the tips of my fingers and the hair follicles on my head. The ends of my eyelashes brushing against his cheek. The thin barrier of skin on my lips as our mouths hover close, open, pushing our deep breaths into each other’s starving mouths.
I make a loud, animal noise. Embarrassing and wild. Turning him just as feral.
Val groans. He’s a very vocal lover. All his shameless masculine moans, groans, and sighs are just as frequent as my own, showing me just how much he loves the way I feel and he knows very well what he’s doing to me in turn.
“Are you going to come with me?” Val asks, biting my lip.
“Yes.”
“I want you to come with me,” he says, tone drenched in awe. “You better fucking give it to me.”
Briefly he lets go of my hip. Just long enough to grab the hem of his black shirt and bring it to his mouth. Val tucks it between his teeth, gritting them hard and never faltering how he fucks against my seam and clit.
“Now.Give it to me now,” he growls around his shirt.
The sight sets me fully ablaze. So simple yet sultry—black fabric, matching my husband’s black eyes and hair and earrings, clampedbetween his teeth while the chords of his neck pop, hair wild and cheeks flushed.
I grab his strands in both fists, pulling hard and using it as reins to ride him, chasing that deep, pulsing throb as my orgasm builds. My noises of pleasure are chaotic and loud.
“Valledyn.” The whininess in my voice tells him everything he needs to know, that I’m about to come and it feels so good.
“That’s it. Make it messy. Make it good.”
I take his direction, fighting against his hard, bruising hold and sway myself against him faster, faster,faster…
My breath catches, lodging in my throat.
“Fuck yes. Here it comes. Here it comes,” Val says, shirt still between his teeth.
He grabs my head, forces it down to watch, both our stares trained to where his hard, straining head pushes against my swollen, red clit and the silver ring through it.
Val’s breath stutters, his eyes close and roll to the back of his head, long dark lashes fluttering. Completely uncontrolled.
Then, he makes a deep, low, throaty noise that I want to bottle and save. Listen to it when I’m all alone.
Hot, white cum shoots from his tip. Strong and thick. The first burst hits against my clit, my piercing, as intensely as if Val flicked it hard with his finger. I instantly explode, my legs locking over his lap, pressing down against him as my whole body seizes, my pussy pulsing fast and hard around nothing and nothing and nothing, needing to befilled.
My eyes close imaging how hard he’s going to fuck me. How loud he’s going to make me scream.
