Page 156 of Scorned Beauty
He continued assaulting my pussy with unrelenting strokes and suction. Multiple orgasms were a curse and a blessing. At this moment, I wasn’t sure what camp I fell on, but it wasn’t up to me.
Dom squeezed every orgasm out of me until I was hoarse from crying.
It was only then that he gave one last lick and rose above me. His hand loosened something behind his mask and tore it off. I could make out the shadowed outline of his angular features and imagined his dark eyes, so yes, mask or not, he maintained a sinister air.
“I didn’t saycarrot cake,” I whispered.Carrot cakewas our safe word.
“I know,” he rumbled. “But I’m about to fuck you, and I don’t want you imagining anyone else but me.”
If I had the breath for it, I’d laugh. What came out was another gasp instead. “So…possessive.”
“Damn right I am.”
Then he plunged inside me. I was slick as hell, but taking Dom’s massive cock in one stroke was still a challenge…and a thrill.
He gripped my face, not letting me look away as he pounded into me savagely.
My hips squirmed and my arms strained as my fingers clawed at the ground as much as the cuffs would allow. When he let go of my face, one hand seized my throat and squeezed.
“Come,” he ordered.
“I…” I choked.I can’t. I can’t.
“You can. One more.” His fingers tightened, cutting off my air.
His dark eyes pierced into me. “You turn me into a fucking animal, Sloane.”
He withdrew completely before surging into me, at the same time freeing his clasp on my throat.
The whoosh of oxygen triggered an unexpected euphoria, and a powerful orgasm, so deeply rooted inside the millions of nerve endings of my pussy, detonated. My eyes squeezed shut and stars exploded behind my lids.
“I’m coming so hard for you,” he growled.
God, so was I.
“So hard, baby.” A low, guttural grunt vibrated above me as Dom rammed inside me and stayed. I felt him pulsing. I clenched around him.
He groaned a fractured “Fuuckkkk.”
And I could only moan weakly. I’d never come with such intensity, and I’d had the best. It was as if I’d surrendered the last of my inhibitions, and my body gave up its secret of a transcendental sensual experience.
Because this was more than about fucking. Here, in these dark woods, stripped of everything else except our primal needs, I felt our souls touch.
Vaguely, I heard the clink of metal. Dom had released my wrists and started massaging my arms. Needles shot through them as circulation returned.
He caressed my cheek. “You okay?”
I couldn’t move.
I was done.
“I’m speechless.”
He was panting, but I saw a flash of teeth. “Yeah, that was insane, baby.”
My body left the ground. I was floating. No. Dom was carrying me. “How does a hot tub sound?”
That was the last I heard before I fell asleep.
