Page 183 of The Dark Stranger
"Do it," I growl. "Cum for me. *Now*."
I thrust up into her one more time, hitting that spot deep inside her, and she shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave.
Her whole body convulses.
Her pussy clamps down around my cock so tight I can barely move.
She screams my name—loud, raw, unrestrained.
"*Silas*—fuck—*Silas*—"
Her nails dig into my shoulders so hard I know she's drawing blood.
But I don't care.
I can't care.
Because watching her come undone on top of me—feeling her pussy pulsing around my cock, hearing her scream my name—is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced.
I keep thrusting.
Riding her through it.
Prolonging her orgasm as long as I can.
Her body is shaking.
Trembling.
Her breath coming in ragged gasps.
And I can feel my own release building.
Fast.
Overwhelming.
Unstoppable.
"Fuck," I groan. "Bec's—I'm—"
"Cum inside me," she gasps, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you. I want all of you."
That's all it takes.
Myorgasm slams into me like a freight train.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and I explode.
My cock throbs inside her, releasing pulse after pulse of cum deep into her pussy.
I groan her name—guttural, primal.
"*Becca*—fuck—*Becca*—"
My hands grip her hips so hard I know I'm leaving bruises.
