When the air shiftsin front of me, signalling his close proximity, I whimper.“Please, no.”
“You picked sixteen,” he murmurs, his calloused hands roaming across my naked body.“I still have five left to give you.”
“I didn’t know that’s what the number meant!”Itryto swat his hands away, but he grabsthem at the wrists and pinsthem above my head.Holding them with one hand, he liftsone leg over my body and crawlson top of me.
Cupping my breast in his free hand, he kissesmy face.I turn my head, dodging his lips, but hejustlowershis mouth to my neck.
My body – my traitorous, dumbass body slowly startsto heat again.Whimpering, I squirm beneath him.
“And don’t think you can try to fake the rest of them like you did with the last two,” he growlswith my nipple in between his teeth.“Each one you fake, I’m going to add two to your final number.”
“You’re a monster!”
His teeth release me in an instant.He shiftson top of me, theheat of his face settling above mine.“Say your safe word then.”His wordsaresoft and challenging.
In the darkness, Ican’tbreathe.
Trembling, I struggle to keep my ass on the ground.Icanfeel the hardnessof hisdeliciouscock, the cold piercing on my stomach.And Iwantit, dammit.Because my body, as heisconstantly showing me,isn’tmine anymore.It’shis.
His to command.
His to pleasure.
His to take.
Ugh.The flippin’ traitorous bastard.
“But…” I swallow.“I never picked one out.”
“So use mine this time.Do you remember what it is?”
I whimper.“Yes.”
“Tell me,” he pushes, wanting to be sure.
“Peace treaty,” I squeak.
“Good.” His hand slidesdown my stomach to his cock.Gripping himself, his knuckles rap against my flesh with every upward pump.“Saythat again, and I’ll stop.”
Another whimper escapesme.
But “peace treaty” neverdoes.
Chuckling, he kissesmy throat.Makinghis way back down my body,he licksandsucksandworships.
Icanhear his hand moving against his shaft, and I wish itwasmine.He pumpshimself hardas he trailsthe end of his cock down my skin.The touch of his metal piercing causes me to shiver.Heslidesit in between my thighs.
Pushing against my entrance, he slamsinto me.My back arches.A cry escapes.
As the wetslapof our bodies echo in the tunnel, he rubsmy clit and kissesmy lips.
He wrapsone of my legs around his hip, but Idon’thave the energy to keep it there.When it slidesoff him, he slidesout of me, turnsme over, and forcesme to kneel low.
His cock trail a wet line across my ass.
His hand slapsmy left cheek, causing me to jump despite my exhaustion.Grabbing my ass, he pullsme onto his cock.His hands jerk me up and down, forcing me to ride him at a pace Ican’tkeep.
The pressure buildsinside of me.
