Page 92 of Spark

“I’m not even close to finished,” he murmured hungrily. He had me going, and now, he wanted to take his time. Well, fine. I could play this game.

Leaning back just a little, my hand grazed against the giant bulge in his pants, gripping and stroking him just the way he liked. That didn’t last very long.

In a split second, Darren had propelled himself up, taking me and my tortured clit with him until I found myself on my back at the opposite end of the bed. Growling but never wavering from his task, Darren gripped my wrists and held them over my hips, pinning me down while he continued his slow and deliberate onslaught.

I cried out in frustration, doing my best to pull my wrists from his hands, but I knew the only way they would be free is if he allowed them to be. Instead, I was forced to suffer and writhe under him, the pleasure emanating from his tongue driving me fucking mad.

“Please, Darren, please,” I begged, my hips attempting to arch up to meet his strokes, but he kept me down. Everything would happen at his pace, when he decided, with zero room for deviation or compromise. I was his to do with as he pleased, and for some reason, I was still fighting that. I was not a toy, and if there was anything I could fight and escape from, it was that. I was more. So much more.

“How badly do you want to come?” he finally asked me.

“More than I want air,” I replied, my voice straining under the light pressure of his tongue.

Just then, he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I shuddered from how agonizingly close I was. Just a little more.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he drawled against my scorching flesh before taking a long, thick lick up my slit.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “I belong to you.”

Those words were my escape, my key to the heavy door blocking my release, and when they were spoken, it was like the drawbridge had been lowered, and I was free. Free to come as hard and as long as I wanted. And that was exactly what Darren gave me.

Instantly, the pressure of his tongue increased, and he zoned in on every pulsing inch of my pussy. I came in a matter of seconds, pleasure bursting from within until I could barely breathe, and even then Darren did not relent. He pushed me past the brink of the first orgasm until I was screaming from the second. I hadn’t even realized Darren had stopped until his face was hovering above mine and his cock buried inside me. And even then, the pleasure kept coming. His cock honed in on my G-spot, bumping and stroking exactly where he needed to be.

I moaned so loudly I was sure the whole house could hear it. My hands curled around Darren’s arms, holding myself together as he pounded into me with enough force to throw me from the bed. And I fucking loved it. After a few more strokes, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, giving himself an even deeper angle, and suddenly, everything intensified.

My nails dug into his skin almost purposely, as if I wanted to mark him myself. I knew I’d be feeling this later, and I wanted Darren to have the same reminder when he looked in the mirror. In the midst of it all, my eyes found Darren’s, and I couldn’t ignore the electrical current flowing between our bodies. Sparks ignited in my head, giving charge to the blood still pumping into my clit, creating the most delicious sensitivity. And there it was again—my body on the verge of a third explosion.

“Oh, God!” I moaned, arching myself into him again.

Darren sat up more, placing one foot on the floor and repositioning me so he could fondle my chest without interrupting his pace. He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, and I swore I could taste blood in my mouth. I’d taken me a minute before I realized I had been biting my lip.

“Fuck!” Darren groaned as his thrusts became harder, hinging his own release on mine. And those few extra strokes were all it took for that third orgasm to burst through my already conquered fortress. I could feel my walls clamping around Darren, squeezing him for all he was and nearly shoving him off the edge. We came together, our moans mixing to form one sound of ultimate pleasure. And when it was over, Darren collapsed on top of me, his heated and heavy body covering mine while he drifted from the high of his orgasm.

I was busy catching my breath, trying to calm down from everything that had just happened. Fuck, what have I done?

After a moment, Darren rolled off me, and I quickly excused myself to the bathroom.

When I came back with my teeth and hair brushed, I found Darren packing my cards back into their little box. He’d put on a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, giving me a perfect view of that hard v of his abdomen. I suddenly felt too exposed and grabbed the black silk robe hanging from the bedpost, wrapping it around my now cold body. I hunched my shoulders and rubbed my arms for emphasis.

“You didn’t eat your dinner,” Darren said as he sealed the cards into the box.

“Wasn’t hungry,” I replied with a shrug.

“What are the rules?” he countered, his eyes piercing me with a challenge.

I sighed. Fucking five-year-old rules. “Not to leave the table until my plate is clean.”

“And now, you’re not going to leave my lap until it’s clean.”

“Huh?” But that was the only word I got out before he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and walked over to the table by the Christmas tree.

I groaned. “One day, I’m going to make you regret picking me up like this.” I always hated being carried this way. It didn’t matter how meaty Darren’s shoulders were. They still pushed into my stomach, and it was beyond uncomfortable.

“And you’ll regret it even more if you try,” he said, swatting me on the ass.

I rolled my eyes. He couldn’t see them from back here.

It only took him a few strides to get to the table, lowering me onto his lap as he sat down. Darren then lifted the lid to my dinner to reveal roasted chicken and potatoes and mixed vegetables. Working around me, he cut everything into tiny bites, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was kind of funny that he was taking into consideration I preferred my bites smaller than his. He forked a piece of chicken and held it up to my lips.

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