Page 165 of Inevitable Endings
He crouches behind me.
His palm spreads across my lower back. He pushes down until I collapse to my elbows, my ass high in the air, legs locked wide by the bar.
“So open,” he murmurs. “So ready. All this for me?”
“All of it,” I gasp.
He moans, low in his throat.
Then his mouth is on me.
His tongue drags through my folds, slow and hot, and I scream. There’s no easing into it, he devours me. Licks me like he’s trying to punish the slick out of me. His tongue circles my clit in tight, ruthless strokes, his groans vibrating into my core.
I’m helpless. I can’t close my legs, can’t push him away. I don’t want to. I’m pinned, wrecked, blessed.
His grip bruises my thighs, holding me in place as he licks me until I’m sobbing, actual tears, silent and burning.
“You taste like you were made to be worshipped,” he growls. “But I don’t worship gently.”
He pulls back only when I’m right at the edge.
Then, without warning, he stands, fists his cock, and thrustsinto me from behind so hard I scream.
The bar jerks.
My body bows.
I come instantly, violently, spasming around him as he fucks me deep, brutal, claiming every inch. The collar holds my head up, the cuffs keep my hands at my thighs, and the bar keeps me wide open for him to ruin.
He leans over me, lips at my ear.
“Look at you,” he growls. “My perfect little sin. Crying and moaning and breaking just like I knew you would. You need to be used like this.”
I nod frantically. “Yes, yes, please—”
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman,” he grits. “Smart enough to disobey. Brave enough to beg. Filthy enough to take all of me like it’s heaven.”
I scream again as he slams deeper, faster, his hand reaching around to slap my clit with rough, perfect rhythm until I’m convulsing.
My second orgasm tears me apart.
My vision white-outs.
And he doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through it, the sound of skin on skin obscene, his groans becoming ragged, his control snapping.
Then—
He roars my name and comes with a force that makes him shake.
He stays buried inside me, both of us panting, twitching, entirely undone.
Slowly, so slowly, he withdraws.
He unlocks the bar. Unfastens my wrists. Loosens the collar, but doesn’t remove it.
Instead, he lifts me off the floor and lays me down on the mattress, his body half on top of mine. He kisses my forehead—the softest thing in the world—and tucks my face to his chest.
