Page 88 of Stains of Desire
"Put your hands back on the bars."
I obey.
He slides his arm under my waist, and more sensations explode from where he bruised me. He yanks my torso and slides my knees under my stomach. His palm fists my hair then splays across my back.
The tension in my neck is welcome. "Axel, bite—"
He smacks my ass.
"Oh fuck!"
His palm smoothes over my hot skin then he bites it.
"Axel!"
He smacks it again and creates a pattern of smacking, rubbing, and biting.
When both my ass cheeks are numb, he turns me again. My raw skin is on fire. I don't understand how it can feel so good, but it does.
The inside of my thighs, slick from my arousal, become his buffet. I'm ready for him, but he drags his rough stubble across my skin, then scrapes his teeth across it.
"Oh God!" The sensations are the most intense things I've ever felt. Every bite, slap, and scrape only prepare me for deeper, sweeter suffering. Then he sucks every tender spot.
He lunges up at me, his body pressing against my hot, throbbing skin. His hands slide over my arms, and he wraps his fingers around mine, which are still gripping the bars. While ravaging my mouth, he shimmies his shaft over my clit and asks, "Are you ready for my mouth on your pussy, green eyes?"
"Yes! Please," I desperately beg, on the cusp of coming from his torturous cock.
He slides his tongue in my mouth again and continues rubbing me with his erection until I burst into millions of pieces underneath him.
I arch my back but hardly get anywhere from the locked position he has me in. "Oh...oh...oh, Axel...oh God!"
He locks eyes with me when I come down. "Everything you need, I'm going to give you, green eyes." His lips, swollen from destroying me, press against mine.
I moan, hungrily sliding my tongue into his mouth—every nerve in my body lit and oscillating.
He slides down my frame, licking every bruise, and igniting more bursts of tingles.
I expect him to bite me and torture me further, but the minute his mouth hits my sex, he makes me come harder than I ever have before.
He pounces up my body, holding my hands again, and growls, "Wrap your legs around me."
I obey, and he enters me in one thrust. His deep, throaty groan echoes in the air. His slick skin brushes my swollen, blemished, and drenched body.
Lightning streaks across the sky, and his eyes smolder with determination and power.
Unlike our other encounters, he doesn't wait or stop to let me accept him. He pounds into me, filling me so much, I think he's splitting me in two while my walls collapse around him.
"Oh God! Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I scream, as endorphins flood every cell.
He digs his fingers into mine and thrusts faster into my quivering body. The scent of his sweat and our sex flares in my nostrils like an expensive cologne meant to arouse.
I never stop shaking or screaming or flying. And when he detonates his hot seed inside me, he growls my name and collapses into my neck.
He rolls off me, slides his arms under me, and tugs me into his heaving chest. "Is that what you needed, green eyes?"
"Yes," I pant.
His lips brush against mine. "Close your eyes."
