Page 29 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

Smack!

Fuck, that hurt. He just smacked me hard on the arse cheek. He’s done that before but not that fucking hard.

“Owww!”

“I told you not to speak, so shut the fuck up or I will put something in your mouth to make you stop talking,” he demands.

Shit, this is fucking hot. Where the hell has this come from? His normal playful sex must have gone on holiday because the guy kneeling behind me is not sweet, and I can already tell he is not going to be gentle.

With one hand resting on the bottom of my back and the other sliding between my folds, his motions become rougher and more direct. He slams two fingers straight inside and strokes the inside right on my G-spot. The fucker knows this makes me come nearly instantaneously. He pumps hard, and then, it feels like there is more. Fuck, he’s put three fingers in, and he is thrusting his hand hard, rocking me forward.

My mind is blasted when his other hand moves, and his thumb presses hard on my star which is now already on fire. I want to yell out. No one has ever been there before and, fuck, it hurts. I feel his thumb press harder and enter. There is a sharp pain but, then, as he fucks me hard with his other hand, the pain disappears, and I have never experienced pleasure so intense. Fuck, I need to come, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop it.

I’m biting down hard on the pillow to muffle any sound. I don’t want him to stop. I’m trying to stay as still as I can, but my body wants to rock back on his hand. My body wants to come. As if he can sense I’m close, he slows down, removes his fingers, and nips at my clit. His thumb is still pumping in and out of my star, and I can’t think any more. My body feels like it’s going to convulse.

His heavy body leans over my back. A gentle kiss to my shoulder makes me relax a little.

“Open your mouth,” he growls. I’m not sure what he’s going to do.

“Now, Kara!” he barks.

I turn my head and open my mouth. He slides in two fingers.

“Suck. Suck my fingers that have just fucked you, Kara. Suck them hard.”

Tasting myself has never been top on my list of sexual pleasure but, fucking hell, this is off the Richter scale. I try not to moan but, hellfire, this is amazing. I’m so distracted sucking his fingers, I didn’t notice he’d positioned his dick at my entrance until he slams straight in deep in one thrust. I nearly bite his fingers off. Shit!

He bangs me harder and harder. I’m still sucking on his fingers in my mouth. I can’t hold on much more.

“Come.”

One word. One fucking word, and I explode. My body shakes, and I scream out his name as I contract and clench and squirt all over his bed. I feel him flood my body with his come. The assault of my orgasm feels like it lasts forever, perhaps the longest orgasm on record. Then, my legs give way as he pulls out from behind me. I think it’s all over until pain seers on my arse cheek again.

I turn to look at him, but he’s gone. I can hear water running. I’m just about to move when he returns, turns me over, picks me up, and takes me in the direction of the shower.

The room is a huge wet room. There is a bench inside the shower. He lowers me down on my back. His eyes are still hungry and wild. He hasn’t said one word.

He takes some shower gel and a sponge and washes my body and then gently down between my legs. He reaches behind him and picks up one of the shower heads, presses a few buttons, and then rinses me off. All is good until he sprays the water right on my clit. It’s sensitive and throbbing and, fuck, I nearly fall off the bench.

He laughs but doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, North, stop. That’s too much,” I whine. I want to grab the shower head, but he has it too far away.

“Say please.” His eyes are now wicked, and his cheeky smile is killing me.

“Please, please, North. Stop.”

“Okay.” He drops the showerhead and kisses me gently on my lips, grabs a towel, wraps me up, and, in a blink of an eye, I’m back in the bedroom being tucked into bed. He walks out of the room and shuts the door.

What. The. Hell.

I lie there, completely stunned. I can’t even start to believe what’s happened. I should be on the train on the way back to France, but I’m not. I’m completely and utterly fucked in a hotel room that looks like a palace, with a guy who has completely changed his personality in the month we have been apart.

I look around the room. All my clothes are out in the living area. The only thing I can see is my thong that is snapped in half. The towel North wrapped me in is gone.Shit!

I stand and wrap the duvet around me.Ooh, ouch. I’m a little sore down there. I’m glad that thong is dead.I wince at the thought of putting that cheese grater back on.

Just as I wrap the duvet around myself, the door opens, and there stands my big man in his sexy black boxers, holding two cups of coffee.

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