Page 57 of Her Name in Red
I turn my head to the side, gasping for air. “Stop talking about it and fucking do it already.”
The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoes through the room, the sting making me jerk forward with a shocked cry. Heat blooms across my skin, radiating outward from the point of impact.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he warns, but there's a dark pleasure in his voice. He delivers another stinging slap to my other cheek, and I bite down on the sheets to keep from moaning.
His cock nudges at my entrance again, the head pushing just past my swollen lips before retreating. The teasing is maddening, making me squirm and push back against him.
“Fucking tease,” I hiss.
He buries himself to the hilt inside me, the new angle allowing him to hit spots I didn't even know existed. A strangled sound tears from my throat—not quite a scream, not quite a moan, something primal and desperate.
His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back with enough force to make my scalp burn. “Look at you,” he growls, his free hand digging into my hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Taking me so fucking well.”
I try to respond, but all that comes out is a string of incoherent noises as he hits that spot inside me over and over. My legs are trembling, threatening to give out completely.
I'm reduced to nothing but sensation: the stretch of his cock inside me, the burn of his grip in my hair, the slap of his hips against my ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, my voice muffled by the sheets. I can feel another orgasm building, coiling tight at the base of my spine, threatening to shatter me completely.
My arms give out, and my face presses into the mattress. Riggs doesn't slow down, just adjusts his grip, one hand leaving my hip to wrap around my throat again as he follows me down. His chest presses against my back, his weight pinning me to the bed as he continues to pound into me.
“You close?” he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I can feel it. Your pussy's getting tighter, squeezing me like a fucking vise.”
I can't speak, can't form words through the haze of pleasure. All I can do is whimper and nod, my body trembling beneath him.
“Not yet,” he commands, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make my pulse thunder in my ears. “Not until I say so.”
Stars explode behind my eyelids, my entire body tensing as I teeter on the edge of what promises to be a mind-shattering climax.
“Please,” I gasp, the word foreign on my tongue. I don't beg. I never beg. But right now, with Riggs' cock stretching me open and his hand around my throat, I'm beyond pride. “Please, I need to?—”
“Not. Yet.” Each word is punctuated with a particularly vicious thrust that has me seeing stars. His free hand slides beneath me, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. His fingerscircle the swollen bud, applying just enough pressure to keep me balanced on the edge without pushing me over.
“I can't—I need—” I sob, beyond caring how I sound.
“Call my name, baby,” he growls, his voice dropping to that register that makes my pussy clench around him. “Call it three times and you can cum.”
I'm too far gone to resist, too desperate for release to maintain even a pretense of control. “Riggs,” I gasp, the word catching in my throat as his fingers press harder against my clit.
“That's one,” he murmurs, his pace slowing.
“Riggs,” I choke out again, the word a plea as he slows his thrusts to an agonizing crawl.
“Two,” he counts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. I can feel him twitching inside me.
His fingers work my clit in tight, ruthless circles. I'm making sounds I've never heard come from my own mouth—desperate, animal noises that would mortify me if I had any capacity for shame left.
“Last one,” he prompts, his breath hot against my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Say it like you fucking mean it.”
“RIGGS!” My voice breaks on his name, raw and desperate, loud enough that my neighbors can probably hear. I don't care. I don't care about anything but the release he's dangling just out of reach.
“Good girl,” he growls, the praise sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Now fucking cum on my dick.”
The orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train. My pussy clenches violently around his cock, muscles contracting so hard it almost hurts. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My vision blurs at the edges, then goes dark completely for a second or two as my body convulses beneath him.
“Fuck, Maren, I'm gonna—” His voice sounds distant, like he's speaking underwater. I feel him pull out, the sudden emptiness making me whimper in protest.
The first hot splash of cum landing on my lower back jolts me back to awareness. It feels filthy and possessive and so fucking good.
