Page 36 of Trapped Truth

My vision hazes as I writhe and shudder, holding back the animalistic sounds his finger-fucking seems determined to pull out of me. For a moment, I’m tempted to break his stupid rule just to see what would happen.

“Take it, Ember,” Blaine hisses against my tingling pussy lips. “You’re going to give me an orgasm before I even think about filling this needy cunt.”

Head tossed back, teeth gritted, my breaths come in short, choppy bursts. His taunting isn’t enough to break me down. I won’t say a damn word. Even as his thumb bears down on my nub while he pumps into me at a relentless pace.

My muscles tighten and contract as a release begins to crest, gathering speed each time his fingers withdraw only to advance. When he ducks to suck my bundle of nerves between his teeth, that slow build erupts into a tsunami that barrels towards me at full-speed.

“That’s it, give it up for me. Soak my hand.”

I scrunch my eyes shut and let instinct take over. The orgasm hits hard and fast, blasting through my synapses to deliver a dose of potent desire.

“Spectacular.” Blaine draws my climax out with long, languorous strokes. “You are a goddess, Ember Lawson.”

Still shuddering, I lift my head to see him sucking two soaked fingers into his mouth. He licks the evidence of my release clean then grins at me like the cat that got the cream.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

My brow lifts in a question. Am I allowed to speak now?

“Oh, no, we’re not done yet. The rules still apply.”

He slicks dark hair back from his face with one hand then pushes himself upright until he’s braced over me in a position of power. Clearly, he intends to make me work for it, keeping me pinned in place for him to toy with as he sees fit.

“Does that little shit Axel still hide protection in here? You may answer.”

“B-Bedside table,” I stammer.

“Excellent.”

Reaching into the table, Blaine retrieves a condom from the stash hidden inside then takes his time rolling it into place. Nervous excitement glues my tongue to the roof of my mouth.

He lingers while staring at me, trembling and trapped. His obsidians seem to drink in every detail like he’s committing my body to memory before he conquers it. Wherever his eyes travel, needful shivers break out.

“I could stare at you like this for the rest of my life and die a happy man.” His mouth hooks upward.

To beckon him in, I wiggle on the bed, desperate to lure him closer.

“So impatient, sweetheart.”

He positions himself between my open legs, squeezing the base of his thick shaft. I bite down on my bottom lip as he lifts my right leg and hooks it over his shoulder, spreading me open.

“I want to fuck the memory of every other man right out of you.” A menacing shadow writhes over Blaine’s features. “Then I want to claim that tight cunt so the world knows who it belongs to.”

Hmm, swallowing my parched tongue probably wouldn’t be hot for him to witness. Even if it’s almost a reality upon hearing his sheer brutality.

I watch him stroke his steel, teasing the length over and over, never once tearing his stare from me. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes the head of his cock against my entrance to nudge inside.

The intense pressure is stolen away much too soon. He shifts his hips back then pulses forward, inching deeper inside. Again. Another stroke. His pace is torturously slow, splitting my mind wide open, on the verge of begging for more.

My legs hook behind his back, holding him flush to me. It’s the only control I can regain. He sinks fully inside, his thick length driving into me until I can feel the blunt force like a physical bruise.

“You fit me so well.” A muscle in his jaw twitches.

His strokes are broad but targeted, thrusting into me in a rhythmic beat. With our bodies aligned, I can match every collision, absorbing the force with a slight lift of the hips.

Blaine’s grip on my waist gives him the purchase to rock into me. His other hand trails a path between my breasts, dancing in a light tease before he captures a hard nipple and tugs.

Every time he flicks and rolls the stiff bud, bolts of electricity travelling across my trembling limbs. Copper floods my tongue from biting my cheek hard enough to imprison a whine.