Page 60 of Temptation
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
“That’s my girl,” he said as he increased his pace. His hands touched everywhere—my chest, my hair, my face, my stomach, until they gripped my hips, holding me in place. My clit throbbed with every new thrust, with every new push from his pubic bone.
He suddenly stopped, and before I could complain, he pulled me up into a sitting position, wrapping his hands around my neck.
“We’re gonna play a little game, Moonshine,” he breathed. “A little game you’re going to like.”
“Ash,” I moaned as he slid in and out again, and then stopped. “Please,” I complained.
“Shhhh,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re going to like this.”
I didn’t have time to react. I didn’t have time to complain again, because he pistoned inside, faster than before, and as his dick worked magic on my pussy, his fingers started squeezing around my throat.
I gasped and looked at his eyes, the animalistic urge to mark him, to show the world he was mine, driving me insane. I tried dropping my head toward his neck, but he stopped me, going faster and faster and faster.
“Take a deep breath, Sky,” he pushed through his lips.
I did.
My chest expanded as I inhaled, and just when I started breathing normally, he increased the pressure on my neck. His one hand slid down between my legs, while the other one kept cutting off the air supply.
“Ash—” But the bastard only smirked.
The pleasure as he started rubbing circles around my clit; pinching me, pushing me, his dick massaging my walls, that perfect spot he always found, and his hand wrapped around me like a vise, relentless even when I started pushing away from him, was too much.
My vision started becoming blurry; my lungs seizing from the lack of oxygen, and I collapsed.
Tension snapped across my back and the rushing heat over my stomach pooled in my core. He went faster and faster and faster…
“Ash!” I screamed, but it sounded weak.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around us, mingling with the buzzing of the machines in the basement, and the dark desire swirling inside his eyes was the final push I needed. He bit down on my shoulder and my mouth opened, ready to scream, but he pressed his hand harder, cutting off my air.
And I came.
And came, and came, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
My body floated somewhere among the stars, while my vision completely blacked out. I could hear his roar above me, emptying himself inside of my pussy, while my walls clamped down on him, holding him hostage.
There was a buzzing in my ears; a buzzing that had nothing to do with the machines. As soon as his hand unwrapped itself away from my neck, it moved to my cheek, caressing my skin, and I could feel it. I could feel his love, no matter how fucked up it was.
“Moonshine,” I heard his soft voice buzzing, but I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to come back to reality. “Open your eyes, darling.”
As if to prove a point, he moved out of me, and I moaned at the loss of him, needing him back again. Needing to be stuffed to the point of insanity, because without him, I wasn’t complete. I was a mess.
A never-ending mess.
“Baby,” he crooned, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth, and my eyelashes fluttered. “Come back to me.”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, my body still shaking from the strength of my orgasm.
“That was—” I gasped.
“Insane?” He laughed. “Mind-blowing?”
“Everything.”
I couldn’t feel my limbs. I couldn’t feel anything but him.
