Page 41 of Bound in Ashes

My pussy clenched around him as I tried to pull him in.

To no avail.

He pulled out, pushing back in even slower this time.

The man was trying to kill me.

“Jack…faster…” I pleaded.

He lifted one corner of his mouth in a devilish smile, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. “No. I like it when you beg.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he let my hand go and grabbed my hips, holding me still as he buried his cock inside me and gave three hard thrusts.

I saw stars, so close to the edge that I practically tasted the climax.

Then he stilled completely.

My eyes flew open and I looked at him as he stared down at me.

His expression was almost soft, revenant.

Sad.

I put my hand on his cheek and he leaned into my touch, letting his eyes drift closed.

My stomach trembled with the weight of this moment.

My body was on the edge.

My heart was, too.

I just wasn’t sure what came after the fall.

And then Jack thrust again, and thought was lost.

All I could focus on was him. The fullness, the burning stretch, the delicious friction.

Perfection only Jack could bring.

He slid his hand between our bodies and found my clit. Circled it twice, and leaned down, his breath warm against my ear.

“That pussy is choking my cock so good. So perfect. And mine.” He stroked my clit furiously, and the roughness of his touch demanded a response. I clamped down harder, so wet I felt it dripping down the crack of my ass. “Come for me. Come with me,” he demanded.

He moved his fingers faster. Drove his hips harder. Deeper.

Hitting the spot that made me see stars again and again and again.

“Jack—oh God—Jack—please,” I cried.

His cock was solid steel inside me. “That’s my good girl. Beg.”

“Please, Jack. Please.”

He twisted my clit.

The orgasm crashed through me.

Violent.