Page 70 of Deadly Affair

And then it increases again.

The speed has my release slamming through me so sharply it’s almost painful, shocking me at its intensity as my body jerks from the force.

The roaring inferno of my release surges through me so hard I swear I fall, but luckily Alaric is there to catch me. He holds me up, even as that pressure carries on. It’s slower now, but it’s enough that my orgasm doesn’t truly abate. Instead, the rolling pressure simply builds back up again.

“Oh my fucking God,” I whisper over and over, rolling my hips even as I try to stop. Each movement pushes me back into him. “Please, oh God, stop. No! Don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend to, not until I see you come at least five more times. I want this little toy dripping with it before I suck it clean, wife.”

The suction stays at that low hum, slowly building the pressure until I’m fucking myself against it. My abused clit almost aches, but it feels so fucking good. Except . . . I feel so empty. I need him inside me. I need to feel him stretching me and pounding into me at the same time.

“Alaric, fuck me now!” I cry out.

“Want to know another cool feature?” he murmurs instead as I whine in annoyance. He ignores that too. “It has a suction cup, so it can stick to walls, floors . . . windows.” The pressure on my pussy spins, and when I push back, I look down to see a black and gold bullet as he sticks it to the window. His lithe hand releases it, and the device stays in place, tormenting my clit as his fingers fill my cunt once more. He thrusts them inside of me, twisting and turning and stretching me out. It sends me over the edge again. I come, screaming into the glass as I clamp around his fingers, and yet he doesn’t turn it off. That infernal hum continues on, not letting me relax, and as soon as the wave of release is over, it’s working on the next.

It’s almost too much, but I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.

Right now, I belong to Alaric, and he’s acting like a possessive alpha who’s taking what he wants.

“Good girl,” he praises as his fingers pull from my fluttering channel. I hear him sucking them clean, and the thought makes me shiver. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of how you taste. I thought I knew heaven, but I was wrong. It’s right here between these pretty thighs, and it’s all mine.”

“Please,” I whine, dropping my head forward even as I push down into the suction. It’s still not enough.

I need his cock.

He brushes his hand up my arm to my shoulder and then wraps his fingers around my neck as if to control me. He squeezes just enough to remind me that it’s up to him when he takes me and when I come. Alaric controls me, and he’s fucking torturing me and enjoying it.

I didn’t even hear him get undressed, but I feel his hard cock pressing against my ass cheeks, his precum leaving a warm, wet trail across my skin. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Again.”

“Again?” I repeat.

“Come again,” he demands, tightening his grip around my throat as his other hand reaches down. I go to protest, already knowing what he’s going to do, but I’m too late. He cranks up the speed, and just like that, I’m screaming into another release. I fall into the glass as my legs give out, black edging my vision from the strength of it.

Just as quickly as he sped it up, he lowers it again, and then his cock is pressing against my entrance and pushing inside, fighting my tight, fluttering channel. “So fucking wet. Goddamn, baby girl, I love the way you feel around my cock. So perfect, so fucking made for me.”

He pushes in one hard inch at a time, stretching my cunt around him and forcing me firmer against the windows. That low hum still vibrates around my abused clit, and the pain and pleasure are too much. I’m nothing but a dripping, wordless mess as I take his cock.

I take it like the good girl he calls me. He bottoms out inside me, his balls slapping against my skin as he holds me in place with his body. He uses his grip on my neck to control me as he pulls out and slams back in, thrusting me into the windows from the force—yet not even that dislodges the toy. In fact, it hits a new angle that has me crying out and writhing from the pleasure.

Snarling in my ear, he bites down on my neck as he fucks me, filling me with his cock. His grip tightens as he releases his teeth and laves the bite with his tongue, taking away the sting.

“I fucking love your body and the way your cunt grips me like it never wants to let go. The little noises you make every time I push into you, the way this plump ass begs for my cock.” He groans and speeds up, giving me everything I wanted, only on his terms.

“Alaric!” I scream as another orgasm rips through me, weaker than the rest but still there.

“Look out at the city, at what you can have. Any of it. All of it. All of me,” he snarls, fighting my body. “It’s all yours, Layla, and you?” His hand tightens on my throat. “You are all mine.”

He pummels into me, hammering his massive cock into my raw, abused cunt. The pain melts into pleasure, and that low suction brings me to the edge again, but surely I can’t, can I?

“Look at it, look at this world—the one I’m giving you,” he demands, cutting off my air supply. I snap my eyes open, looking at the lights and the people walking below us, oblivious to the scene playing out above them. “If they look up, they will see you taking my cock like the dirty bitch you are, see you begging for me and loving it. They will see this tight little body plastered to my window.”

Oh fuck.

His words fade into grunts, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. My breasts are smashed against the glass so hard I can barely breathe, and my lungs scream for air as he continues to pound into me from behind. My pussy is so wet it squelches with every thrust, dripping down my thighs and his cock.

“I can’t,” I whimper. “I can’t come again.”

“You can and will,” he snarls, grabbing my ass with his other hand and squeezing to the point of pain. “Now!” he yells, and just like that, I do.

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