Page 11 of Haunted Love

My brows furrow, but I do as I’m asked, swiveling around on the table and getting up to my knees. I feel him step in behind me, his thick cock dancing across my ass and that delicious piercing tormenting me, teasing me with what it can do.

The anticipation is too much and when his hands circle my body, one roaming up to my tits while the other travels south, dipping between my legs, my body shudders again. His touch is so perfect, so sensual and erotic. How could any other man touch me again and it ever compare to this?

His lips are at the back of my neck, his chest pressed right against my back. “Bend over, Birdy. Offer me that sweet cunt.”

I swallow hard. It’s one thing being fucked up against the wall, but like this? Holy shit, this is hot.

I immediately drop down, my chest pressing against the cool table as my ass remains high in the sky, offered to him like a buffet. Butterflies swarm through the pit of my stomach, and impatience burns through me as his hand circles over my ass before dropping between my thighs and cupping my pussy.

He pushes a finger inside of me from behind. “Spread your knees,” he says in that deep, rumbling tone, making me shudder.

Without hesitation, I push my knees as far as they’ll go, opening myself to him as he continues plunging his fingers deep inside of me. In and out, spreading my arousal.

I arch my back, offering him more, but he pulls out of me, making me whimper with need. His hand returns to the curve of my ass, and just when I think he’s about to plunge that thick cock back inside of me, I feel the warm swipe of his tongue against my clit.

My hips jolt, my body instantly turning into a quivering mess, still so sensitive from my earlier orgasms, but he doesn’t stop there, taking it higher and swiping his tongue over my entrance, plunging it inside of me, and lapping up my arousal.

I push back against him, needing more, but he pulls away, and I feel him get back to his feet. “So hungry for me,” he says with approval, and in response, I push back again, desperate for him to take me. “Touch yourself, Birdy.”

Nervousness trickles through me, but nowhere near as bad as earlier. I’ve never touched myself in front of a man, but considering the darkness and the fact that he’s already been inside of me, there’s nothing holding me back.

Snaking my arm beneath my body, I press two fingers to my sensitive clit, slowly rolling them just the way I like it, and my body immediately begins to quake. My breath shakes, and he steps in close behind me. “Just like that,” he murmurs as I feel that delicious piercing skating through my wetness before stopping at my entrance, the height of my cunt lining up perfectly with his thick cock. “Don’t stop.”

Never.

Without another word, he plunges inside me. I cry out, clutching the side of the table with my free hand. My walls immediately stretch around him as he bottoms out, and in this position, I’m somehow able to take him deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry, pushing back for more.

He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting again as he takes my hips to hold me still, and I furiously pick up my pace, the lazy roll over my clit turning into tight, desperate circles.

He drives into me again and again until my legs shake. I’m immobilized in this position, unable to do anything except take his deep thrusts as my body becomes reliant and obsessed with his every touch.

His balls slam into my fingers as I work my clit, and as he rolls his hips, taking me at a new angle with deep, long thrusts, I cry out for more. My walls clench around him, completely captive to his every move, and as that familiar coil deep inside my core begins to tighten, I realize that this is going to be my most intense one yet.

“I’m going to come,” I warn him.

His hand comes down over my ass in response—the most erotic spank I’ve ever felt, and my pussy shudders for more. “Good girl,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Squeeze me.”

I clench around him, squeezing as tight as I can, the intensity rocking through my body and sending me into a quivering mess. My eyes flutter closed as I grip the side of the table, desperately trying to hold on to it, but it’s no use. He has a chokehold on my body, every wish is his command.

“Let it go, Little Bird,” he demands with a deep growl. “Let me feel you.”

His words are my undoing, and as if on command, the tight coil springs free, and my orgasm detonates from within. I shatter like glass. My body trembles and quivers with intense waves, sending bursts of undeniable pleasure rocking through me as my pussy spasms around his thick cock.

I cry out, tears springing to my eyes, and he continues drilling into me. Thrust after thrust, his fingers tightening on my hips. I keep working my clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure, when he drives into me one more time with a loud roar that rings in my ears.

He stills, his hips jolting against my ass as he empties hot spurts of cum inside of me, and it only hits me now that I forgot to ask for a condom, but I can’t find it within me to care. The idea of his warm cum inside me makes it that much hotter.

The intensity is too much, so I pull away from my clit, unable to take it any longer. Then when my orgasm finally begins to ease, I turn to Jell-O on the table.

He doesn’t dare pull out of me, but his hold relaxes on my hips, slowly rocking his hips as if helping me come down from my high. But when his hand lifts and slowly trails up my spine, a shiver sails across my skin.

I close my eyes and savor his gentle touch. It’s absolutely everything I didn’t know I needed, and it makes me feel like so much more than just a random fuck in a dark room. There’s an intimacy about it, and just like that, I’ve been ruined for any other man.

“You okay?”

“Better than okay,” I breathe.

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