He slides in deeper.
Discomfort gives into… pleasure.
“This feels so good.” He growls. “Your ass is even sweeter than I imagined.”
“Please don’t stop!” I beg.
He sticks his tongue inside of my ear as he pounds faster into me. “Do you promise never to flirt with another man when you’re with me, Amanda?”
“Bryce— This is too intense.”
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”
“There’s too much going on.”
“Allow me to repeat myself. Do you promise not to flirt with another man when you’re with me?”
I wasn’t flirting, and I suspect he knows that. He just wanted to find a way to punish me.
“Never again.”
“Better.”
The table trembles beneath us.
“Let’s be honest.” His fingers reach for my clit and he caresses it with urgency as he thrusts into me. “Flirting with other men is a waste of your time. No one can fuck you better than I can.”
“No, no one, but you.”
“Don’t you ever forget it.”
“I— I won’t.”
He closes his fingers around my clit, and I’m done.
“Bryce!”
The intoxicating warmth of my orgasm spreads through me. It’s so strong, tears pool in my eyes. If it weren’t for his silk tie, they’d be rolling down my cheeks.
He pulls my hair, forcing my neck to crank. Leaning his body against my back, he grunts. “I’m addicted to you… and now, I’m addicted to your ass.” He fucks me with more determination. “You’re leaving me no choice but to mark you.”
He pulls out of my ass.
With a loud roar, he spills his cum on my back.
Holy. Hell.
After a few long minutes, where I attempt to catch my breath, he picks me up, walks across the room, and places me on the bed.
“Give me a second. I’ll get rid of the condom.”
“Okay.”
Even though I can’t see, I know when he’s standing next to me again.
He removes the tie he used to cover my eyes, and kisses me with savage passion.
I match his fervor, tongue stroke for tongue stroke.