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A second later the fragile lace panties were torn from her. Firm hands parted her thighs further.
The swift penetration of her vagina with the hard press of his tongue had her falling against the padded cushions at the back of the bench. There was no strength left inside her, only the desperate cries falling from her lips as his tongue pushed past the swollen, slick folds of her sex, licked, stroked, causing more of her juices to rush from her and meet his tongue.
“Fuck, so sweet,” he snarled, the sound so guttural it was nearly unrecognizable as his.
Then that wicked tongue slid back, licked its way to the forbidden entrance just below it, and rimmed it erotically. His tongue flicked over it, stroking and teasing as he drew the juices spilling from her back to lubricate that entrance with his fingers.
“Oh God!” The prayer tore from her at the swift penetration of her rear by two calloused, forceful fingers.
Pleasure and pain, just as he’d said. Fire and sharp fingers of lightning-infused pleasure striking through her as his fingers penetrated her rear entrance, the tight ring of tissue deeper inside flaring open against the firm thrust.
Pushing his fingers in, filling her, then retreating, he impaled her again, his hand turning, pushing his fingers deeper before withdrawing completly.
“Don’t stop.” She could barely breathe, barely keep her grip on the back frame of the bench to hold herself in place. She needed more, so much more.
It was the madness finally overtaking her, Alyssa told herself. Too many years without them, too much hunger—
“I can’t wait, siren,” he groaned, one hand gripping her hip tighter as she felt the engorged head of his cock part the swollen folds of her pussy and begin pushing forward. “I have to have you. Feel you around me, so slick and tight. So hot—”
The storm was beginning to spiral through her senses. Sensation and pleasure, all her senses opening, converging.
A hard thrust shattered what might have been left of reality. The heavy crest buried itself inside her, taking only a small part of her as her inner tissue clamped around it with convulsive ripples of pleasure and pain.
Sebastian paused abruptly, his hands clenching on her hips, groaning as her vagina clenched, rippled in tortured pleasure around the thick, flared crest.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, desperate now.
Her fantasies had never made it this far. Never taken her to such an extreme point that she knew her orgasm hovered just within reach.
“I can’t stop.” A snarl of agonized need, Sebastian’s hunger, echoed around her, inside her. One hand gripped her hip with bruising strength as he began moving.
Surging hard, he buried yet more of his throbbing, iron-hard cock inside her, helpless cries falling from her lips as she pushed back into the thrust. The thumb of his other hand tucked between her buttocks, buried itself in her rear entrance and added to the blistering agony-ecstasy sensations. Thrusting hard inside her, he worked his cock with furious strokes. Stretching her, burning her inner flesh with each desperate impalement until he surged in to the hilt with a strangled groan.
Agony. Ecstasy. It all converged as he moved inside her, shafting her with stroke after furious stroke. Each impalement was iron-hard flames parting her with shocking, brilliant sensations of not just excessive pleasure but also heated pain. He rode her with a pace that blurred the borders between the two extremes until they disappeared entirely with the sudden, brilliant explosion of ecstasy.
Her body convulsed, jerking with helpless spasms as her vagina tightened and rippled around the heavy erection buried deep inside her. Both hands gripping her hands now, holding her tight to his body. The width of his cock seemed to expand. Hard, hot jets of semen erupted inside her, flinging her into another violent orgasm.
Even as the second explosion overtook her Alyssa was forced to admit …
This wasn’t a dream.
Not a fantasy or madness.
This was real.
*
What had she done?
Oh God, what had she done?
Alyssa could feel the dizzying nausea beginning to build inside her. Panic tightened her chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to swallow, as the realization of her weakness flooded her senses.
Her fingers tightened in the cushion she rested against as Sebastian eased his still-hard cock from inside her with a groan, while she concentrated on just breathing.
When he straightened, she began to ease up herself, but he placed his hand on her back, holding her there. The feel of what she assumed was his handkerchief wiping the slick spill of her release and his semen from between her thighs had her eyes closing as rage seemed to pour through her.
“Sweet, sweet Alyssa,” he whispered, drawing back as he helped her to ease her leg from the bench and stand with her back to him. “As sweet and beautiful as my dreams. Hell, more so.”
