Page 72 of Oblivion
I pressed a finger to her opening, closing my eyes as her heat wrapped around me, clenching tightly. “Fuck,” I groaned, my dick pressing against my pants, hard as a stone, wanting out. He wanted to play with her, to show her who she belonged to.
“You’re so tight,” I mumbled, adding another finger. Her mews and moans spurred me on, my fingers pushing in and out, going faster and faster. She clenched around me as I hit her G-spot, her back arching on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets thrown around her.
My tongue flicked over her clit, going in circles, while her cries of ecstasy fueled my need for her.
“Storm! I-I’m going to—”
“Not yet,” I growled and pulled away from her.
“Nooooo,” she cried out, anger and need mixing together in her eyes. If she could, she would’ve had me pinned down in one second.
I covered her body with mine, wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her to me. “You only come when I tell you to come,” I murmured and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. “And you only get to come on my dick. I want to feel you, I want to see you undone, crazy, unhinged.” I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, rubbing her clit with my other hand.
Her dilated irises mirrored my crazed need for her, and without preamble, I unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered down the zipper. My cock sprung out, pointing directly at her pussy.
“You want this, don’t you?” I grinned as her head bobbed up and down, her fingers going down my chest.
“No,” I growled and pushed back, swatting her hand away from me. “You don’t get to touch me, darling. You don’t get to do anything.”
“But—”
“Your touch feels like a thousand suns mixed into one,” I said and pushed my pants down to my knees. “Your love feels like poison, Ophelia, and I’ll be damned if I let it touch me again.”
Her lips were set in a thin line, her eyes shadowed by sorrow, but I didn’t give a fuck about her feelings right now. All I needed and all she could give was the sweet release.
“Get on your knees,” I commanded. “Now!” I barked when she refused to move immediately.
I could see the tremble in her arms, but the fear never showed itself on her face.
She turned around, obedient for the first time in her life, and without me asking, she removed her shirt, letting it fall in front of her.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured, getting closer to her.
I palmed her ass, grinning as she wiggled underneath me. My palm landed on her right ass cheek with a whack, rewarding me with another moan from her.
My cock jumped, begging me to fuck her. And I couldn’t wait anymore.
I entered her with one swift thrust, both of us moaning on impact.
“Fuck,” I cursed, steadying myself, feeling her heat around me. She clenched and unclenched her pussy, her entire body shaking as I held her hips with my hands.
Relentless, uncaring if it would hurt her, I started thrusting in and out—almost bottoming out and slamming back in, the sounds of our bodies coming together echoing around us.
“Fuck, I needed this,” I grunted, bruising her hips.
“Please, Storm,” she pleaded. “Please, let me come.”
I looked down, seeing her hand on her clit. Her face was pressed to the pillow, her cheeks flushed, eyes lost to the pleasure.
“Not.” Thrust. “Yet.” Thrust.
I smacked her ass again, increasing my pace.
“Tell me you’re mine!”
“Storm!”
“Tell me.” I smacked her ass again, loving the redness on her skin.
