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The spicy scent of her arousal came through loud and clear, but I needed her way more desperate before I sank into her, so I started with a kiss.

My mouth came down on hers, my lips forcing hers apart, and she opened to accept me with a hungry little moan. My tongue pushed past her lips and claimed her mouth while my hand slid up to claim her breast, fingers spreading wide, thumb stroking around her nipple in slow, proprietary strokes.

My hips moved of their own accord, dragging the base of my cock across her slit, rocking over it while I plundered her mouth, and my cock pulsed with every little sound she made.

Chapter 11

Storm

I didn’t have time to fully wake and process his words before his weight was on me, his mouth on mine like he already owned it, his lips forcing my jaw wide and the thick heat of his tongue pressing deep. My hands came up on instinct, grabbing at his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to notice, just kissed me like he was claiming territory, and my body answered in the same language.

My hips moved against his, wanting more friction and heat while his cock pressed against me without entering me, and he ravaged my mouth like a man possessed. I could only vaguely process his hand on my breast, his thumb swiping around and over my nipple.

When I was so crazy with need I thought I might beg him for more, he pulled back from the kiss and looked down at me, dark eyes giving off Heathcliff vibes, the power of that stare a physical weight daring me to tell him to stop while he pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and held it there.

I pushed up with my hips in answer, and he thrust inside me, driving the air from my lungs. His grim expression and unflinching gaze bored into me and felt as if he was prying into my soul so he could watch me submit, watch me accept how intensely he was claiming me, because there was no other way to define this.

He pulled out, drove deep, and then my mouth flew into an O while he pounded me, forcing me open around his thick cock while sounds I didn’t recognize flowed from my chest. My hands grabbed his arms on instinct, fingers digging into his shoulders as my body tried to adjust to the sudden, brutal stretch. Too much, too fast, too damned big.

The heat of his mouth was suddenly back on mine, forcing my jaw so wide open it was yet another brutal stretch while he worked himself in and out of my pussy, thrusting into me over and over, driving a little deeper each time, spreading me wider and wider until the burn was a blaze and I pushed at him with my hands, but he didn’t slow, didn’t back off. Every millimeter deeper, forcing and prying me farther open, stretching me painfully. The thick base of his cock stretched me far beyond what I thought I could take, and still he kept pushing deeper, working himself into me with relentless thrusts that stretched me impossibly more every time he drove back in.

My thighs shook and he pressed my shins closer to the bed, changing the angle and opening me even more. Every new thrust sharpened the stretch until I gasped against his mouth, and he kissed me through it, swallowing the broken sounds I made while his too-fat cock demanded room I couldn’t provide, but he uncompromisingly drove deeper, ruthlessly splitting me so fucking wide I couldn’t breathe.

He shifted my legs farther apart and fucked me with a different intention — apparently far enough inside to finally get down to business. In the back of my mind, I was aware he wasn’t fully inside me, his body still a long way from touching me when he slammed into me over and over, pummeling me beyond reason, faster and faster, hips snapping into mine like he’d been holding back for days. He let go of my left leg and slid his right hand between us, fingers pressing and massaging all around my clit without quite touching it — close enough that every thrust made me feel the promise of pressure and heat without delivering either while his other hand pressed my leg farther out, and the angle made him feel even bigger inside me while I chased an orgasm just out of reach, wavering on some precipice he controlled.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t protest, could barely manage to draw air into my lungs — could only lie under him and take it while he invaded and breached every sense, every defense, seizing total control. Every thrust punched wrecked sounds out of me, and my cunt clenched painfully around him while he pounded me open, his gaze on my face, those dark eyes boring into me.

The fingers around my clit finally touched it, squeezing and pressing while he kept driving into me, and the combination short-circuited every nerve ending in my body.

The orgasm hit like a detonation, exploding outward while my entire body locked up. My toes curled hard enough to cramp. My back bowed off the bed. My insides contracted in brutal spasms that ripped through me in painful waves because it couldn’t tighten around his impossible width, so fucking thick inside me — and still, he fucked me through it, moving inside me, pressing harder to open me even wider. I came so hard I couldn’t even scream — just broken, gasping sounds against his mouth while my inner muscles desperately tried to spasm around him.

He didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through the orgasm, hips never slowing, hand never leaving my clit, until the pleasure turned sharp and almost unbearable, and I was shaking under him, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

Only then did he finally bury himself deep and hold there, grinding against me while the last violent pulses of my orgasm milked around his too-thick cock.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel him — huge and hot and completely in control — while my body kept trying to twitch and clench around him like it didn’t know how to stop.

One second, he was buried deep inside me, and the next he was pulling out and sliding down my body. I barely had time to suck in a breath before his shoulders were between my thighs and his mouth was on me. I didn’t think he’d come, but maybe he had?

I didn’t know, but all thoughts deserted me when he dragged his tongue with slow deliberation through my folds, and my back arched off the bed. He licked me like he had all the time in the world, tasting where he’d just been. Two fingers circled my clit in slow, firm strokes — not quite touching it directly, just working the swollen flesh around it until I was shaking.

Then his tongue pushed inside me, soothing sore tissues even while his scruffy beard irritated around the entrance.

I made a high, broken sound I didn’t recognize while he fucked me with his mouth, and his fingers worked all around my clit.

When I moved my hips, he pressed the fingers around my clit down, holding me still and keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I reached down and grabbed at his hair, not sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away.

And he switched without warning — sealing his mouth over my clit while thick fingers drove into me and curled hard against that spot inside. The sudden pressure made my lights burst behind my eyes. I cried out and tried to twist away from the intensity, but he sucked harder on my clit and ever-so-lightly bit down, pinning me in place with teeth and hands.

He teased me until I thought I’d go mad, and then finally sent me over the top and fucking kept me there, every nerve pathway in my body alive and short-circuiting while my body writhed in ecstasy under him — and he didn’t let me come down from the apex.

When the pleasure started to ebb, he’d suck harder on my clit, or alter the way his fingers worked inside me. My whole body locked up, trembling violently while waves of pleasure threatened to drown me, each one crashing into the next until I was fighting for air and clawing at the sheets. It felt like he was pulling a never-ending orgasm out of me by force, dragging it on and on until my muscles burned and my vision went dark at the edges.

I think I said his name again, or maybe I just made random sounds while he kept going, mouth and fingers working me without mercy until pleasure tipped over into a release so intense it was equal parts bliss and agony. My back bowed hard, my toes curled tight. My entire body froze into a statue, and I couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t ease off until I was completely limp, and even then, he persisted with slow, thorough licks that made me twitch and whimper, until he finally lifted his head.