Page 88 of Mad Love

The glass was cool under my touch, and I could see the Strip laid out beneath me. In this moment, I felt like a queen towering above the world.

I jolted as Ryan’s foot touched the inside of one ankle, then the other, lightly kicking my legs farther apart. When he was satisfied, he met my eyes in the reflection of the glass. His knuckles stroked lovingly down my spine and over the swells of my ass before dragging back up.

He repeated this motion over and over, never letting his touch stray beyond my thighs. Never reaching where I was soaked and dying for him to touch.

“Ryan.” I barely recognized the soft whine in my voice.

He grinned, dimples flashing. “Need something, Mads?”

“Asshole,” I seethed, glaring at him.

He tilted his head and made a soft tsking sound. “That’s not very nice.”

I huffed out a frustrated laugh. “You can—ouch!” I cried out as his hand slapped my ass. I arched onto my tiptoes to escape the fire burning across my flesh. “Jesus.”

His gaze met mine in the glass. “Too much?”

I knew what he was asking; was it too much like what Gary had done to me. While I’d been surprised, and it had stung, now the pain was suffusing into a glowy sort of heat that warmed my skin.

No, it wasn’t too much. It wasn’t enough.

I cocked a brow. “That the best you’ve got?”

The smirk he gave me in return was terrifying and breathtaking. I braced myself for the next time his hand hit my butt, this time cracking against the opposite cheek of my ass. He held his hand against me, letting the heat from the blow radiate between us.

Exhaling, I hung my head between my shoulders and gave myself over to just feeling. Amazingly, with each slap he landed, I felt my pussy clench in anticipation and worried that my arousal might actually start leaking down the insides of my thighs.

That would be embarrassing.

As if reading my mind, Ryan’s hand slipped from my ass to between my legs. His fingers glided easily through my folds, and I almost came when the tip of a finger barely brushed across my over sensitive clit.

“Ryan!” I shouted his name, desperate and frantic for him to fuck me.

His fingers lazily trailed through my wetness, spreading my arousal into the crack of my ass before going back to the source for more. A blunt finger circled my entrance, and my knees trembled.

“Please,” I gasped, canting my hips back and hoping I’d be able to impale myself on his finger.

The asshole splayed a hand on the small of my back to keep me still. He leaned forward, his lips grazing my ear as his chest covered my back. “Beg for me.”

“Ryan,” I pleaded, arching into him. “Please touch me.”

He hummed, a finger sliding along the side of my clit. “Like this?”

“Harder,” I begged, trembling. “Please.”

A soft chuckle, and then he kissed between my shoulder blades. “I love torturing you, baby.”

I lifted one hand from the glass to wind around the back of his head, turning so my face was less than an inch from his. “I need you,” I whispered, feeling desperate tears well in my eyes.

His eyes searched mine a moment before he leaned in and kissed me softly. “I need you, too, baby.” He gripped my hip and slammed into me, bottoming out in one thrust.

“Fuck!” I wailed, my body toppling over the edge into chaotic freefall as I clenched around him hard enough for spots to dance in my vision. His arm banded around my waist as my knees buckled.

He never stopped thrusting, grunting from the effort of holding my body up and driving into me.

My palms pressed against the glass as I squeezed my eyes shut and rode out the sensations. The hand not wrapped around my middle delved between my legs, pinching and circling my clit.

“No, no, no,” I cried, my head thrashing as I tried to escape the impending second climax that I knew would decimate me.

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