Page 209 of Endgame
“That’s better.” He’s being crude, raising his palm to his mouth and licking my arousal off it.
My shame. My pain, even, I bet he tastes it on me. He hums once, and without a warning, he’s back to spanking my pussy.
Tears stream down my cheeks. My core is hot and swollen. Soaking and sensitive.
Pain morphs into pleasure, only to revert to pain.
I’m delirious, floating, and there’s only Everett’s harsh glare to keep me grounded.
There’s only the feel of his hands on me. Only the orgasm that’s building inside of me.
When Everett pulls back, he’s spinning me on the rack.
“No.” I’m sobbing. Needing this release. Needing him to stay. “No, please.”
“You’re the one who’s been begging for this.” His body heat is gone, for a fleeting moment. He returns just as fast, wrapping another one of his ties around my waist. “Wants me to turn you into my little fuck doll. To turn you into my pain slut. The toy I get to use.”
“Yes, yes, but please.”
“Please?” Everett bites my shoulder, licking away the sting. His body is so close to mine, pressing against me as he pulls me back. Lifting my hips with his tie. “If you want something, you better use your words, wife.”
“Make me come.” Shame washes over me for having to ask. For failing myself and him by losing control over my mouth. My needs. “It hurts. Ithurts. Make me come.”
“I would…” He steps aside, pulling me so high that I’m on my tiptoes. My breasts hang low, swollen from how much I want him.
His lips find my ear. I shift my eyes to find his unyielding ones.
“Except I’m not here to take away your pain,” he growls. “Not so fast, anyway.”
This time, his hand lands on my ass. Strong enough to make me scream. To make me cry, whimper, and beg.
“There you go.” I’m granted relief, though it isn’t a real one. Everett—while keeping the tie around my waist—wipes the tears off my cheeks. Shoves them into my mouth with two thick fingers that choke me. “Lick your tears off me. Suck on my fingers. Yes, good girl. You’re so good. So tempting. Letting me defile your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. Doing all of that for me. To helpme.”
This torture is a mind-fuck. Being brought to the brink of an orgasm only to have it ripped away from me, being spanked raw by the man I love, it does things to my head.
I’m more than floating. I’m in a whole other universe.
Most of me.
The heart of me will always be here. Tethered to him.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?”Crack.“Help me?”Crack.“Answer me.”
“Yes.” It’s a voiceless scream. More of my tears cascade down to the floor. “Yes.”
His groan is torn, jagged. He sounds like a wounded animal, full of hurt and despair.
“Going to fuck you, wife.”
After that, his name is nothing but a prayer. Whispered in reverence. In submission. Then the tie falls away, and his hands claim my hips.
“I’ll never deserve you. Your dripping pussy. Your raw, beautiful heart.” We both moan from the brutal invasion of his cock. I stretch around him. Fighting to accommodate his thickness, his throbbing length inside me. “Fucking ever. I’m taking you anyway, Aurora.” The ruthless thrust of his hips emphasizes each word. “I’m putting a baby inside you. Going to own you. Possess you. Fucking treasure you until my dying breath.”
His filthy vows, the way his cock hitsthatspot, I’m seeing stars.
That’s the push I’ve needed. I’m tumbling into the darkness. Diving headfirst into the most exquisite, unearthly orgasm of my life.
“That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl.” Everett’s thrusts are erratic. Harsher. His fingers bruise my flesh, digging deeper into me. These are acts of love. A show of his eternal commitment to me. “Letting me rail you like that. Milking my cum. Fuck, I love you. Oh,fuck.”
