Page 10 of Haunted Love

My nails dig into his skin, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I never knew it could feel this way, feel so whole and full, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

He takes me further, and I will myself to relax around him, determined to take everything he’s got, knowing that if I hadn’t been working myself up to this in the privacy of my own bedroom for all of these years, I would never have been able to do this.

“Good girl,” he says as if feeling the way I relax around him, feeling how I welcome him inside me.

My walls have never been stretched so far, and with one more thrust, he bottoms out, taking me so fucking deep my hips jolt with surprise. “Fuuuuck,” I groan, my whole body trembling with need. He pauses, allowing me a moment to get used to his delicious intrusion, and when his lips drop back to my neck, working up to that sensitive spot below my ear, the hunger intensifies.

I need him to move. Now.

As if sensing that wild desperation coursing through my veins, he pulls back, and I feel his piercing teasing me from within. He thrusts again and I gasp loudly, my nails digging in even further. “Holy fuck,” I pant, my walls shattering around his thick cock.

“You like how I fuck you, Little Birdy?” he growls, and the more he talks, the easier it becomes to picture Izaac being the one driving into me, filling me like I’ve always so desperately craved.

“Oh, God. Yes! Again.”

He doesn’t disappoint, working me again and again, and despite the epic orgasm he just gave me with his mouth, I already feel that familiar tightening in my core. I’ve never come more than once, but something tells me this second time isn’t going to be the last of the night.

He keeps me pinned against the wall but arches his body back and puts space between us. Then just when I’m about to pull him back in, he uses that space to reach between us and press his thumb to my clit. My hips jolt, and heat floods my entire body. “Reach up, Little Birdy. Grip the bar.”

My brows furrow with confusion, but I do as I’m asked, reaching up and finding a metal bar bolted to the wall. I curl my fingers around it, holding on for dear life, and the second he inches his hips back, I suddenly understand why. While he was holding me, carrying my weight, his hips were doing all the work. But now, as he pushes into me with longer, deeper thrusts, I need to keep myself up.

He rolls his thumb over my clit and my hips don’t stop jolting, the sensitive bundle of nerves working overtime.It’s too much.I don’t want this to end, but I can’t hold on to it any longer. “Fuck, I’m—”

“I know, Birdy. Come for me. Let me feel that tight cunt squeeze my cock.”

Oh, God. I love his filthy mouth.

He thrusts into me one more time, deep and forceful, and I explode like a coil reaching its limits. I cry out, my body spasming with intense satisfaction as my walls desperately squeeze his thick cock. He lets out a strained breath, his body shuddering with mine, but he doesn’t stop moving or rolling his thumb over my clit, and with every second of his touch, every new thrust, my orgasm takes me higher.

My eyes close as the high rockets through my body, pulsing through me with undeniable pleasure, and I throw my head back, gasping for sweet breath. “Oh, God,” I cry, my body turning into a mess of spasms. I’ve never come like this in my life, never felt this kind of high, this kind of intensity.

“I . . . I—It’s too much.”

“Ride it out,” he rumbles, continuing to rock his hips as the pressure on my clit intensifies, demanding every ounce of pleasure from my body.

I focus on his touch, relaxing deeper into my orgasm until finally, the intense pulses start to fade and he slows his tormenting thrusts. He steps closer to me just as my hold on the bar falters, and I fall heavily into his strong arms. His lips come back to my throat, giving me a second to catch my breath as his thick cock remains buried deep inside my pussy.

“That—” pant, “was—” pant. “So fucking good.”

This mysterious stranger chuckles against my skin, and the sound is something that I’ll forever remember. There’s something so comforting and warm about it. It reminds me of—nope. I need to stop going there. This isn’t Izaac. This is a perfect stranger—one who just happens to know exactly what a woman needs.

“You think it’s over, Little Birdy?”

My back stiffens, and I snap my gaze to his, despite not being able to see his face in the darkness. “It’s not?”

“No. I don’t come until you’re completely spent, and Little Birdy, you still have another one in you.”

A shiver of anticipation shoots down my spine when I try to think through the haze of post-orgasm bliss, remembering the way his body shuddered when I was coming. “But I thought you did,” I say with a breathy whisper, not able to find enough strength to project my voice much louder over the electrifying music.

I feel him shake his head. “Your pleasure comes first, Birdy. Now let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

With that, he pulls me away from the wall and strides across the room, every step making his cock bounce and move within me. I clutch my arms around his neck, holding on with what little energy I have left, but the thought of getting to be fucked by this incredible stranger again has a burst of newfound life burning through my veins.

I need to feel how he’ll fuck me, need to feel his electrifying touch all over my body.

I’m placed down on a low-lying table and my body trembles with disappointment as he pulls back, his thick cock falling from my spent pussy. His hands roam down my thighs, finding the top of my boots and working them down my legs until they’re gone.

“Turn around, Birdy,” he says, once my boots have turned into a distant memory. “On your knees.”

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