Page 65 of Torrid Passion
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The stinging of my ass is so good I wail for him.
“Finish me off!” he commands.
I ready myself to do as I’m told, but he grabs my hips, forcing me to halt all movement.
“I haven’t told you the ultimate rule yet.”
Huh? What?
“Which one?”
“I don’t come until you come. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Up and down, baby,” he orders. “Up and down.”
I give him what he wants.
I ride Loki like a depraved woman — correction:slut.
There’s nothing sweet or gentle about my intentions.
I want to come so hard now.
This moment is so perverted.
“You… you’re… fuck.” I can’t even string a sentence together.
The sensation of sitting on his balls with each bounce is positively heart-stopping. I slide up and down his rock-hard cock, a chorus of raunchy groans escape my lips, echoing around the walls. My cries are only surpassed by his grunts.
The bedroom permeates with the feral aroma of sex.
“Are you close, slut?” he demands.
I whimper and squeeze my pussy around his mighty cock.
Slap.
“I can’t hold it much longer. I need you to come, Kyla, before I do. Are you close?”
“I am.” My voice is feeble.
Without warning, Loki thrusts into me, shoving deep inside my pussy, pressing my body really hard against his balls. It’s so sudden, it takes my breath away.
The pounding of my heart isn’t enough to drown out the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. Our pace is frantic. I can already feel my orgasm building low in my belly. My peak nears at a galloping speed.
He punishes me by thrusting hard into me.
Once. Twice. Three times.
He hits something inside me.
It’s a new sensation. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph.
