Page 65 of The Payback

He groans low in his throat. “Just like that, baby.”

Desperate to hear that sound again, I repeat the motion, feeling more confident now that I know my exploration doesn’t hurt him.

“Enough,” he grits out. “If you keep that up, I’ll come all over you before I get inside that sweet pussy.”

He knocks my hand away and grips my hips, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist, his hard length pressed against me as he carries me to the extra mats piled up in the corner. With one swipe of his arm, he sends a few cascading from their carefully stacked piles into a mess on the floor.

He lays me down, his body hovering over mine, as he positions himself at my entrance. I arch my back, wanting him inside me—to experience what that piercing feels like, because damn if the man didn’t take his already incredible cock and make it into a unicorn dick—and he pushes forward, sliding in a scant inch and pauses, torturing me with his patience and making me squirm beneath him.

“Tell me no, Ellie. Last chance.”

I shake my head. Against all reason, against all sense, there is nothing I want more right now than Nik filling me, driving into me, pushing me to the edge and then careening over it together.

What we had that night wasn’t a fluke. He said that he wanted to fuck me ashimthat night, not the man he was pretending to be. Never in my life did I think I would beg for someone to hurt me, to ravage me the way Nik has alluded to, but here we are.

“Fuck me, Nik. Fuck me the way you’ve been dying to, but I swear to Christ”—I grip him by his hair and stare into his eyes as I deliver my threat—“if you do not make me come, I will cut your cock off and throw it in the Hudson.”

His body bends, his back bowing as he lowers his head to my breast. The cool air of the gym whispers across my overheated flesh, and the trail of his tongue along my skin rages like an inferno.

Nik rises, hovering over me with muscular arms as he slides his cock through my folds, coating himself, and every pass over my clit makes me shiver below him. The metal is a novel experience, but that little nub at the end of the jewellery is driving me fucking wild. He looks like a dark god poised above me, ready to ravage his sacrifice in the name of devotion.

He tilts his hips, sliding into my wet heat again, giving me more than the inch he offered earlier. In one swift move, he shifts his arm, hooking my leg in the crook of his elbow and spreading me open for him.

With one almighty thrust, he slides all the way home, bottoming out and filling me completely. We gasp at the sensation, our eyes locked in a heated gaze as he moves. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he pounds into me with wild abandon.

My body trembles with each thrust, my pleasure mounting with each passing second. Shifting again, Nik cants his hips, and the drag of the jewellery inside of me is the oddest sensation, but it doesn’t deter me. If anything, it feels like that jewellery is touching something new. Something undiscovered.

“Fuck, Ellie. Fuck, fuck...” He grinds his teeth together, and with the position we’re in, he feels impossibly large. His back bows again, and his tongue swirls around my nipple before he takes most of my breast into his mouth and presses his teeth against the skin.

My neck arches at the sensation—the pain and the pleasure of it all—and my eyes squeeze shut. My thighs are shaking, and my breath leaves me in grunts as he pounds into me, grinding against my clit with every few thrusts and making me feel fucking wild. The leg looped over his arm feels untethered, as if I cannot control it, and my toes twitch in my little ankle socks.

My breast tingles, and I feel it again. That familiar prickling and the release of letdown.

Nik groans again as he swallows, the vibration sinking into my chest and settling deep in my core. “Ellie, what—?” I grip his hair before he can finish his question and drag him back to my breast.

If he stops now, I’ll die. There’s no way around it.

He sucks greedily, and while my supply has all but dried up, between the attention to my tits, the drag of his cock through my slick channel, and the pounding need for release in any and all ways roars through me, he pulls what little I have left.

Nik’s mouth contracts around me, his swallows becoming rougher and rougher. He shifts to the other breast, licking at the milk pooled in the valley of my breasts and the streaks it left behind as it spilt from me. His hips piston into me as he rolls my nipple between his teeth, and I teeter on the brink.

With a fierce cry, I let go, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I lose all sense of myself as something stirs deep within me, and a force unlike anything I’ve ever known clenches in my pussy, and I feel a new release. One suspiciously like I’ve just...

Nik moans, his mouth turning feral and his thrusts becoming uncoordinated.

“Fuck yes, Ellie. Squirt all over me.”

Oh, thank Christ, I didn’t pee on him.

Nik stiffens above me, his release rocketing through him as he throws his head back with a roar.

I collapse backwards, my body going boneless as he rides out the last of his orgasm, my pussy spasming around him and demanding everything he has to give. He slides down my body, his tongue lapping up our combined release as he groans against my pussy.

I thread my fingers through his hair, stroking softly as I come down. When he’s done, Nik rests his head on my still-spasming belly—his shoulders wedged between my thighs as I pant under him.

As we lay there, catching our breath, I can’t help but spiral. Nik knows. He has to. He drank from me, tasting me. But he doesn’t say a thing, just runs his fingertips along my side from ribs to hip, basking in our afterglow.

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