Page 64 of Hellbent
“Come for me again,” he growls, lips brushing against my jaw. “Come for me, baby.”
As if on command, my insides coil tight, pulling together into a single, focused point deep in my center. Everything else disappears. There’s just the excruciating, incredible friction of his movements, the dark murmur of his voice—and suddenly a shockwave is ripping through me, my orgasm washing over me as I break open.
My body convulses, pleasure tearing through every nerve while Damian keeps fucking me, voice low and rough in my ear. “That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl.”
The aftershocks leave me shaking, hands pressed against his back, chest pressed against his, letting my body move with his as I come back to myself. But Damian isn’t finished.
“You’re gonna take more,” he says, softly, but firm. “Turn around and put your hands on the bench.”
He pulls out slowly, and I stand and turn around as instructed, putting my palms flat on the bench while I feel him line himself up behind me. His hand reaches around, fingers slick with saliva, and find my clit, rubbing it slowly as he pushes into me again.
His hand presses between my shoulder blades, flattening me onto the workbench. The cold metal presses against my chest, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body behind me.
His fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls my head back, his grip tight but controlled.
“You’re so good,” he bites out, voice thick. “Bent over, taking me like a good little girl.”
A pulse slams through me at his words, and my walls clench around him.
“Ooh, you like that, huh?”
He pounds into me, once, twice, and then pulls out again—and spanks me, hard enough to make me yelp.
Heat explodes under my skin.
“Oh fuck!” I cry.
His hand brushes over the sting, soothing it, before lifting again.Crack!Another sharp slap against my ass that makes me cry out.
“Christ, listen to you,” he growls.
His hands spread me open, exposing me completely. His fingers tease my entrance, run up lightly, brushing across my asshole.
“You ever had a man play with your ass before, Finch?”
A shockwave rolls through me. “N-no…”
“No?” His thumb circles the tight ring of muscle, pressing just enough to make me suck in a breath. “It feels good though, doesn’t it? My fingers teasing that tight little hole.”
I groan in response as he pushes a finger inside me. An unfamiliar warmth washes over my skin, making my heart skip.
“Yeah, you like that,” he purrs, chuckling at my reaction. “Let me fuck you there. I want your ass, princess.”
“I—I don’t know.”
His teeth graze my shoulder, and the head of his cock slides between my cheeks, pushing against my tight rim. “I’ll go slow, baby.”
I’m too wrecked, too turned on, too open. I don’t even think—I just nod. “Okay.”
He growls with satisfaction, bites down once, then pulls away with a rough breath. “Hang on.”
I watch, dazed, as he walks away, crossing to a metal cabinet against the wall and rifling through a plastic bin filled with auto supplies. WD-40. Brake cleaner. A grimy roll of shop towels.
And then—
“Seriously?” I blink. “Why is…that…inthere?”
He holds up a small blue-and-white tube of KY Jelly and grins. “Swear to God, Wyatt always has a tube in there. He says it’s the best thing for O-rings.”
