Page 21 of Anyone And You

I almost cursed, my eyes closing at the fantasy. I barely lasted more than a couple of minutes with just that rose on me. To feel it going while his cock filled me…Fucking hell.

I remembered his promise to take every last moan from my body, and I was sure he was about to do that.

“How does that sound?” he asked before licking at my neck.

My hands curled around his head, raking through his dark hair. “Sounds like a dream,” I muttered.

A smirk flashed in his eyes as he jerked his chin toward me. “Turn around.”

I twisted in his arms until my back was against his broad chest. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and began biting at my skin, his dick stiffening behind me. His lips landed on my shoulder, my neck, and I rocked my ass against his cock. He slipped his arm beneath my rib and reached over to palm my breast.

“I love these,” he said on my throat, his other hand delving between my thighs. “Fuck, Des. You’re so ready for me.”

I pressed my ass against his hips, letting him hold me securely as he reached around and pulled my thigh. My legs opened, the one wrapping around the back of his, and the tip of his dick slid inside me. My bottom lip sucked behind my teeth as I moaned and tried to relax for him to enter.

“Your body was meant to be filled like this,” he said, massaging my breast. “You were meant to be savored and tasted and claimed by someone that gives a damn about your pleasure,” he continued, now sliding slowly in and out, each deliberate thrust deeper than the last. “I’ll make you come like this every day, in every way you’ve ever imagined.”

“Promise?” I managed.

He kissed my neck. “I swear, baby,” he whispered. “Your pussy will only remember my cock from now on. You’re mine to please.”

“Yes,” I groaned out, my eyes closing.

I felt him shift but was so consumed by the delicious rhythm of his dick that I didn’t notice the toy coming into play until I heard the vibrating noise. I limped with anticipation and then jumped when he touched it to my stomach.

It was as if my body knew it was about to be destroyed. My pussy throbbed around his dick, and I tried not to open my eyes as he moved the toy lower and lower. I shrank against him, not sure what to do with my hands.

His middle finger touched my clit, making me flinch, and then he moved the toy directly over the very place even I had trouble getting right sometimes. But fuck, he got it right. He got itsoright.

“Axel,” I moaned out as he changed the setting.

“—three, four…” He let that staccato suction settle on me for a brief second before clicking the button once more. “Five,” he whispered in my ear.

God, I was doomed.

His hand wrapped up around my throat as he sucked my collar. My entire body was his to do with as he pleased. I was trapped against that strong hold, his elbow keeping my open leg in place as he let the rose work on my clit. I jerked with every vibration, the sensation of his dick filling me and that suction driving me insane. I couldn’t see straight, could barely breathe. My hand tightened on his forearm, nails digging into his skin.

“If it’s too much, say ‘carnival’,” he whispered.

I reached up and grabbed the back of his head, my body rolling against him. “Never,” I hissed back.

He chuckled against my throat. “So stubborn,” he teased.

I barely heard him. I fought through the feeling of falling, of not being in control, and found myself still fighting on the other side. I couldn’t keep it at bay. I couldn’t open my eyes. His thumb and forefinger pressed in on my throat, making me gasp, making my body tighten and tighten. I thought I might explode.

My orgasm crashed over me. I shuddered and jerked against his hold, spilling over his cock and making noises I’d never heard myself make. He moved the rose from my clit and held me tighter, stroking my side in a comforting way. A low groan and curse left him, but he didn’t move from within me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his nose dragging over my cheek. “How will you do with a different setting?” he asked, more to himself. “Will you give me another orgasm?”

“I don’t…Axel—“

I thought he would immediately place that rose back on my clit, but he didn’t. Not at once. He moved that hand from my hip to my ass, giving it a loud smack that ricocheted through me before he grabbed me beneath the thigh and held my leg in the air.

His pelvis hit my ass with his next thrust, his dick all the way inside me, and then I felt him grab the toy again. I didn’t count what setting he found that he liked, but when he put it to my clit, I couldn’t stop the tear that ran down my cheek. The vibrations were fast. Fast enough that, combined with the new steady pace of his thrusts, I knew I was about to become a puddle.

My orgasm built and built. Every plunge of his cock made me cry out. I stopped feeling my body. All that was left of me was the mess of a girl who once thought herself invincible. I wished I’d had a mirror to see how messy I was. My thigh hiked high, his dick thrusting in and out, the sound of how wet I was echoing around the room, the toy on my clit, the tears streaking down my scrunched face.

Words left me. Though, I wasn’t surewhatwords. Whether it was his name, God’s, a slew of curse words, or incoherent babble, I didn’t know. Every muscle in me strained trying to find some composure, but I was done.

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