Page 77 of Cold Bastard
One second, he was standing at the end of the bed, watching me with those dark, predatory eyes. The next, he was on me, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider as he yanked the vibrator out of my pussy in one swift, brutal motion.
I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body clenching around nothing, still desperate for the release it had been denied. But before I could process what was happening, before I could even draw breath to speak, his mouth descended on me.
Oh fuck!
His lips closed around my clit, sucking it between his teeth with a pressure that bordered on pain, and the world exploded.
The orgasm I had been chasing, the one that had hovered just out of reach for what felt like hours, rushed forward with the force of an erupting volcano. It tore through me, violent and overwhelming, ripping a scream from my throat that echoed off the walls.
“Fuck!” The word came out raw and broken, barely recognizable as my own voice.
My back arched off the bed, my hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as my body convulsed. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, so intense it was almost unbearable. My thighs clamped around his head, trembling violently, but he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept working my clit with his tongue and teeth until I was sobbing, until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice hoarse. “Please, I can’t.”
But he wasn’t listening. Or maybe he was, and he just didn’t care.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he continued his assault, drawing out every last tremor, every last aftershock until I was nothing but a quivering, delirious mess beneath him.
And then, just when I thought I might actually die from the intensity of it, I felt something else.
Something thick and hard pressing against my entrance.
No. Oh God, no. I can’t.
“Too much,” I gasped out, my hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. “Nano, please, it’s too much!”
He lifted his head, his lips glistening with my arousal, and looked at me with those dark, merciless eyes.
“I don’t care,” he said simply.
And then he slammed into me.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. My pussy was already swollen, oversensitive from the orgasm that had justtorn through me, and his cock was thick. So fucking thick it felt like he was splitting me open.
I screamed again, a sound that was half pleasure, half pain, my nails digging into his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction. “So fucking tight.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. Didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or process the sensation of being so completely, utterly filled. Instead, he ground his hips against my pelvis, the pressure on my clit sending fresh sparks of sensation shooting through my already overloaded nervous system.
“Nano.” His name came out as a broken sob.
But he was ravenous. There was no other word for it. He used my body with a single-minded intensity that left no room for anything else. No room for thought, for resistance, for anything but the overwhelming sensation of him inside me, claiming me, owning me.
He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm that had me gasping for air. Each thrust hit something deep inside me, something that made my vision blur and my toes curl. My hands scrabbled at his back, looking for purchase, for something to hold on to as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violent.
And God help me, my body responded.
Even though I’d just come. Even though every nerve ending was screaming with overstimulation. Even though I’d begged him to stop. My body was already climbing toward another peak.
“That’s it,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Feel that? Feel how your cunt is squeezing my cock? You can’t help yourself, can you?”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t form words. All I could do was hold on as he drove into me again and again, each thrust pushing me closer to an edge I didn’t think I could survive going over.
“Come,” he commanded, his voice dark and absolute. “Come on my cock, Alex.”
And I did.
