Page 26 of Kings of Lust
I felt I needed to latch on to something but he was too far away, parting his trunk well away from mine. He was watching me from above, feeding himself on my every luscious yet panicked gesture.
My eyelids fell tightly closed, while I could no longer control the panting breath that came out in waves of moans and cries, each time louder as he thrust harder and harder.
‘Don’t hold yourself back. The music is so loud that no one could hear you. I want to know what I am doing to you. How badly the pleasure is ripping through this little body of yours.’
The hell if I was going to let him enjoy it even more than he already was. But the thought was quickly shattered as he braced on my hips, slamming me against him as he continued jolting inside of me.
I screamed, as I couldn’t hold back the spasming anymore and my trunk raised to find his own, burying my teeth into his chest to suppress the sound.
‘Fuck, Bea,’ he caught my back, pinning me against him as he threw a few more thrusts before he pulled out.
He didn’t ask me if was ok. Which I wasn’t. I was a mess of a shaking body ripped from a pleasure so intense it was making me lose control. He didn’t care about that, and I didn’t expect that he would.
I thought I was free, but he swirled me around to face the mattress. ‘On your knees.’
I refused to obey him. Ok... It wasn’t as much of a refusal as it was my inability to move even an inch. ‘Now,’ a palm glued itself so strongly on my posterior that I was forced to gather my last strength and raise it high in the air as my face got buried between some pillows. I was more like hugging the mattress than being on my knees.
He didn’t waste any time, propelling himself inside through the signs of me coming undone. I felt him so raw and enlarged that my head was drawn backwards from the shock. And he took advantage of that, swiping a hand over my face to merge my hair into a tight ponytail that he caught onto, making sure it wouldn’t fall apart.
‘You thought you could outsmart me with this corset Mouse, but all you ever did was bring me a new toy.’
I felt him wrapping his other free hand around my corset, turning it into my personal leash. And he began slamming into me, guiding me to whatever desire he may have had while arching my back to the point I began to think that his erection was hitting the pit of my stomach.
This was certainly not lovemaking. It wasn’t even sex. It was fucking at an impossible velocity and if Cole wanted to prove a point, he certainly had succeeded.
The mass of muscles restlessly moved behind me as his groans picked up intensity, though not as fast as I was breaking apart. He was maneuvering my limp body while I was just a puddle of liquid desire.
It was like I needed to get some weird statistics— how many people fainted during sex, so I would know I wasn’t in danger of being the first one.
‘Cole,’ I squeaked as all my body was in ecstasy, unstoppable pleasure throbbing through me until I felt I couldn’t breathe.
He was right.
The bastard was right.
I needed his approval to breathe.
‘Did you have enough, Mouse?’ Like it was even a question. Though he wasn’t asking, he was just taking pride in his ravaging assault.
I didn’t answer.
And he didn’t stop.
Thrusting stronger and wilder until a word like a moan broke through ‘Yesss.’
Instantly I felt the hand on the corset fastening almost raising me from the bed, then guiding me to meet his body in a few impossible jabs. He was finally finding his ecstasy, letting his liquid warmth flow inside me as I was still involuntarily tightening around him.
I fell to the mattress as he fell on top of me, crushing me under his body weight, but at the same time feeling incredibly good.
I was trembling when he was done. Trembling because it was just as if I’d been swiped off the Earth by a hurricane. Trembling because I liked it, when in fact, I should have been ashamed. Shouldn’t I?
‘There’s a lot more from where that came from,’ he chuckled somewhere in my ear.
‘Now!?’ I asked almost in desperation, starting to think of a plan on how to run out of the room, clothes or no clothes.
‘Not now,’ he laughed so charmingly that I felt another coil running through my core. How was that even possible!? ‘I’m pretty sure you would end up in a hospital if it wasnow. But soon. Just keep that thought in mind.’ He bit my earlobe, then rolled off from me, remaining somewhere on my left, laying on the mattress.
At least it wasn’tnow. Becausenowsounded impossible. As impossible as holding on to the thought. A thought that would certainly ravage every second of my existence.
