Page 119 of Torrid Passion
Holy Jesus.
My insides tighten as blinding pleasure washes over me.
I wail Loki’s name so loud, I’m certain everyone at Dark Compulsion hears me. I clench his cock in staccato pulses, so strong I have to bang my fist against the window for relief.
I come, and I come, and I come.
“Oh, shit. My little slut is taking me with her.”
I can only manage a breathy sob.
His thrusts are short and hard and fast, his hips tilting as he grinds deep. His large hands, his muscular body and his mighty cock trap me. I couldn’t move an inch even if I wanted to.
“Goddammit,” Loki grunts between clenched teeth.
Slap.
“Your fucking pussy, Kyla…”
Slap.
“My slut is going to make me come so fucking hard.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I gasp for air, the sting quickly turning to something sinfully sweet.
He moves harder. Faster.
“I fucking love your pussy.”
The way he pounds into me is almost savage.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
He spanks me again, and again, and again.
The pressure builds and pulses through my body in a delicious haze, tingling all the way down to my clit.
Oh God, it feels so good.
I rise onto my toes, thrusting my ass back to meet him.
“My dirty slut,” he growls approvingly, landing another series of hard slaps on my ass cheeks. “You love the way my very big cock is pounding your hungry pussy, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah,” I manage.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Every stroke lands in a new spot on my ass.
“I fucking need your tight pussy swallowing my cock every single day.”
A strangled sound escapes me as a fiery pressure builds inside me.
Loki drills into me roughly and then everything stops.
“Kyla! Baby! Oh, fuck, yeah!”
“Oh, Loki––”
My body goes rigid and it’s as if everything around me blacks out. I struggle to breathe. And then this blazing fireball pushes through me, searing my veins, my nerves, and my skin with wrenching pleasure.
To my utter shock, I dissolve all over his cock again.
Good God.
And then another wave of pleasure hits, and another, until I’m shaking and gasping for air.
How does he do it?
