Page 130 of Unorthodox
“What was that?” he scolds me, still teasing me, not pushing into me.
“I want it,Daddy,” I tell him, my fingers fisting in the sheets as I lift my hips to meet him.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my mouth before he kisses me again, punishing and rough, like always.
It feels better that way.
Like I can pretend I don’t like it.
Like this is okay.
Finally, he pushes into me and I gasp as he stretches me, hitting deep. His fingers find my clit as he fucks me, his arm between us.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He nearly groans those words as he fucks me, slowly, pulling almost all the way out each time before he pushes back in, the pads of his fingers never leaving my swollen clit.
I hear my slickness against him each time he pushes into me and my face warms at the sound, but he smiles down at me, as if he knows my embarrassment.
“Stop thinking, Addison,” he commands me. “Everything about this is perfect.”
I bite my lip, but with the domination in those words, I let go. Relaxing, letting him fill me, giving in to the throbbing of my clit beneath his skilled fingers. His mouth finds mine, his tongue colliding against my own as he groans into my mouth.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks breathlessly, pulling away from our kiss.
I meet his gaze, my own heavy with lust as he keeps fucking me slowly, every muscle in my own body coiled and tight again. I nod, the only answer I can give him.
“I want to see your face when you do. Don’t turn away from me. Don’t run from me.”
I nod again, keeping my eyes open, fingers still wrapped up in the sheets.
He stills, deep inside of me, but keeps rubbing my clit. I feel my core tightening, pleasure spooling down lower.
My knees fall to the side and just as I’m about to come, my eyes flutter closed. Immediately, his hand is on my throat, his thumb pressing against my windpipe.
“Look at me.”
I force my eyes open as I come, moaning his name as he lets his own saliva drip into my mouth, the taste of chocolate mixed with iron running down my tongue.
I clench around him and he groans, as if this feels as good for him as it does for me.
My hands go to his back and I pull him closer, tasting him as the waves of pleasure start to dissipate, leaving me feeling shaky.
He kisses me, his hand still around my throat.
Then he pulls out of me, abruptly stands to his feet.
Stunned, I turn to stare at him, cold air rushing in where his warm body was. I feelempty.
“Come here,” he says, pointing to the floor.
I see his cock, hard and nearly menacing, ready for my mouth. I lick my lips, slowly sit up and stand to my feet, only to sink down onto my knees in front of him.
“Open your mouth.”
I do, and he threads his fingers through my hair with one hand.
I catch a glimpse of the scars along his inner thighs but then his cock—so big I’m momentarily stunned when I think of the fact it wasinside of me—is in my face and he’s angling himself into my mouth.
He pushes all the way back, as far as he can, and I can’t breathe as I taste myself on him.
