Page 63 of Interview with a Sadist
“God,” she moans, driving me mad with lust, and this time I won’t stop. She passed out before she could come, and now I’m craving it. I need to feel her release every ounce of stress and tension directly onto my fucking tongue.
“Yes, baby,” I say, before falling right back into rhythm.
“Oh, god,” she says again, her mind going numb as her need to come reduces her vocabulary to only a couple of words.
“God,” she repeats, gripping my face so hard it brings tears to my eyes, but I don’t dare stop. She could draw blood and I wouldn’t stop now. “Oh, my god. Oh,god! God, Nolan can I please come?God, please!”
Bree screams like she’s dying, and I pull away just long enough to command her with three words.
“Come for me.”
“Oh, my fucking god,” she blares at the top of her lungs.
Her scream echoes throughout the room and has the volume to travel three floors above and below the apartment. Bree’s body goes into a seizure of convulsions as she squeezes her eyes shut and succumbs to the most intense orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. Just watching her makes my cock drip precum, my heart racing with adrenaline as Bree is crushed beneath the weight of euphoria. The moment she comes down, I move forward, crawling over her limp body like a lion claiming its kill.
“I can’t handle how fucking perfect you are,” I tell her, breathing onto her neck before I lick the lobe of her ear. “You tear me into pieces and I don’t know which way to go. Half of me wants to watch you. I just want to look at you and thank the fucking cosmos for granting me the gift of your presence. But, then there’s the other half—the half that wants to tear you limb from fucking limb. I want to ravage you and watch you break apart beneath my touch. My brain is sliced in half every time you come around, and I don’t know which half to listen to. You’re perfect, Bree. Do you hear me? You are my perfection.”
“Nolan,” she whispers, before turning head toward my mouth and pressing her lips against mine.
This kiss feels deeper than any before it. It’s filled with passion and fire—the kiss of two people who have long ago fallen off the deep end for each other. Is that what we’ve done? Have I fallen for her? Has she fallen for me? If this is what falling feels like, I don’t ever want my feet on solid ground again.
We continue kissing, caressing each other until I lift myself into a seated position between Bree’s legs, both of us panting hard as we meld into each other. I press the tips of two fingers against her clit, massaging it as I stroke my cock in front of her. It’s so hard I could explode if I’m not careful. Usually, it takes concentration and effort for me to come, but Bree pushes me to the edge without even trying. She watches me, licking her lips as her gaze bounces between my eyes and my hand around my cock, and I can feel her getting wetter for me. When I finally position myself at her entrance, she’s dripping again, making the moment I push into her even more blissful.
“Goddamn it, Bree. You’re so fucking good,” I say as I begin fucking her with long strokes.
Every one of these thick inches is intended for pleasure, and I use them all to plow into Bree hard. Too many men think sex is about speed, and too many men are fucking wrong. I pound into her with long, powerful strokes that have her fingers clawing the couch, trying to tear the fabric from the cushions.
“Yes, Nolan. Fuck me hard. Fucking break me,” she says before falling into a chorus of moans that motivate me to work harder.
I fuck her hard enough to bruise us both. The sound of our bodies slamming together fills the air as the couch shifts from each stroke. I lift one of Bree’s legs onto my shoulder while holding the other in front of my face. I suck one of her toes into my mouth, never missing a beat as I continue stroking, and she squeals with delight as I lick each toe before placing the leg on my other shoulder.
With her ankles by my head, I lean forward enough to raise her ass off the couch, giving me the perfect angle to plow into her G-spot. Both of us moan and scream as I fuck her hard, pounding that beautiful little pussy with everything I’ve got until fire starts to spread through my entire body. I close my eyes and keep going, refusing to stop until I explode like a fucking atomic bomb.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I yell as I pull out and stroke my length in front of Bree, who immediately starts rubbing her clit furiously as she watches thick strands of cum shoot onto her stomach.
I grunt and grimace as I keep stroking.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” she screams.
“Yes! Rub that fucking clit, baby. Come for me,” I yell as I’m blessed with watching her body close in on itself once again.
Both of us yell up to the clouds before finally crashing back to Earth. The sound of our breathing drowns out everything else as the world stills. Bree lays on the couch, unmoving, while I lay on my back on the floor, completely spent. Neither of us says a word until the sound of the oven timer going off startles us both. The next thing I know, we’re both laughing.
“How did you sync our sex with the timer?” Bree asks with a giggle.
“I have no idea,” I reply. “But, I know I’m not getting up to turn it off. That’s all you.”
“What?” she fires back. “There’s no way I can get up right now. You turn it off.”
“What makes you think I can?Youdo it.”
“Go turn it off, Nolan.”
“It’syouroven.”
Bree and I burst into raucous laughter, but neither of us gets up. After a few minutes, nothing changes. From her position on the couch and my position on the floor, we continue laughing, and the timer keeps chiming until the sound of it fades into the background. Eventually we’ll get to it, but not even lasagna is worth ruining this moment.
ChapterThirty-Nine
