Page 20 of Feast

She whimpered at the bite, at the pain that only seemed to enhance her mounting pleasure. But it wasn’t enough.

She arched up, pressing her breasts more firmly into him, wanting, needing deeper contact. He gave it to her without hesitation, pressing her down into the mattress so her breasts were crushed under the weight of his chest, and for a moment it was bliss.

But his pace never changed, hips still shuttling back and forth steadily, languidly, and what had been necessary was now torture.

“You’re killing me,” she groaned when he shifted to scrape his teeth along her jaw.

“Good,” he replied, and she would’ve hit him if her hands still hadn’t been caught in her sweaty hair.

“Bastard,” she breathed.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he said with a chuckle and sank his teeth into her earlobe.

The little twinge of pain had her pussy fluttering around him, and for one brief, heavenly moment, she thought she might come. Then it faded, and she let out a thin whine of frustration.

“Poor baby,” he murmured into her ear, using tongue and teeth to torment her further. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she breathed, arching up into him as best she could. With her hands stuck in her hair and her ankles still hobbled by her pants it wasn’t much. She needed him tomove.

He lifted his head. “Beg me.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” he replied. His breathing was heavy, his voice nearly guttural with need. “Beg me, and I’ll let you come.”

She stared up at him, shocked and enthralled by the request. Though she was no stranger to kinky games, no one had ever made her beg before, and her knee-jerk reaction was to refuse.Lether come? The words rankled, the entire concept was intellectually infuriating, but on a purely sexual level…

She shivered with delight. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he prompted, a soft, cajoling note in his voice that didn’t diminish the command in it one bit.

Jesus, this is so fucking hot.She licked her lips. “Please, let me come.”

His thrusts sped up a fraction. His hair hung around his face, damp with his sweat and hers, his eyes gleaming like dark coals in the shadows.

“Again.”

“Please,” she moaned, pouring all the pent-up frustration and need boiling inside her into the word. “Please, let me come.”

A little faster, a little harder. “Again.”

“I need to come,” she begged, warming to the task. “Please, please fuck me harder so I can come.”

“Again,” he said, speeding up a little more, but she was still talking, begging, pleading for relief from the ache, the want, theneedthat was so big and hot inside her that it felt like she’d die if it went unfulfilled, and with every word, every pleading moan and supplicant sigh, he sped up until he was hammering into her.

She kept talking, not wanting him to stop for even a second, the spiral of tension and pleasure so tight inside her it was agony. She beseeched and begged, pleaded and implored, fucking him back as much as she could while he pounded her into the mattress. The orgasm was right there, just out of her grasp, and she thought she’d die if she didn’t get it.

“Oh God, oh please, harder,” she babbled, desperate for release, nearly crying with the need for it. “Fuck me harder, faster, pleasepleaseI want to come!”

He hung over her, sweat flying, eyes burning. His muscles were taut, his lips peeled back over gritted teeth. “You want to come?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, her hands fisted in her hair, body straining upward for deeper, harder contact. “Please, Daddy.”

“Then fucking do it,” he growled, slamming into her so hard her teeth snapped together. “Fucking come, baby girl, come on my dick. Come on, you can do it, I want to feel it, come on baby, come all over me, come—”

She’d never know if it was his permission that unlocked the floodgates or if all that thrusting dick finally did its job, but the orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Her body went shock-still for half a heartbeat then she was trembling and jerking and shaking as the waves of pleasure beat against her like water against the sand, unrelenting and implacable. She bit her lip to hold back a scream, and the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.

Through the roaring in her ears she heard him shout, felt him jerk against her and get even harder inside her, then he was shaking and jerking right along with her until they both collapsed, spent and rung out, on the well-used mattress.

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