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My shoulders roll back, curving my body toward his expert touch, as his other hand takes me from behind. He fills me then, and my muscles clench, my spread thighs triggering my walls to tighten as his thumb begins to circle my clit.
“Oh, god,” I breathe, unable to restrain the flurry of erotic sensations swimming over me. My head tosses back, and as he goes deeper, urging my body to give over to the pleasure, desire webs like liquid fire across my skin.
“That’s it, temptress. Let that greedy cunt milk my fingers.” He speeds his pace, encouraging my body to do just as he commands. I moan as a wave of arousal assaults me; the need for release so intense it’s painful. My body trembles against his arms.
His mouth surrounds my nipple, setting off a piercing sensation that travels to my core. And as his teeth tease the delicate skin, I lose all willpower to hold this pose on my own.
He releases my nipple, raising up to push deeper inside. My body braces and the urge to come hits hard. Warmth buzzes my skin as a deep ache swallows me.
His groan heightens my need, and I lose myself completely, latching onto his arm. “Your pussy is soaking,” he says, slowing his movements and earning a moan from me. “That needy little pussy just rained all over my carpet.” He removes himself from me and his hand goes to my hair, pulling my head back and tightening the blindfold. “Now I’m going to smell you all day long. Craving you as your scent torments me. Is that what you want?”
With a forceful thrust, he pushes me chest-first against the floo
r. “I demand to know, temptress,” he grates. “Are you trying to torment me? How does it make you feel knowing that I’m going to beat my dick off to the scent of your cunt?”
I can’t help it; his filthy words excite me, and I feel myself become wetter. “It turns me on,” I admit.
He releases another primal groan before his hands are tearing me from the floor. He clamps onto my thighs and back, lifting me easily against his chest. “Oh, I haven’t even begun to punish that sweet pussy,” he says, then the feel of the cool wall hits my back. “Do you crave release?”
My fingers dig into his back as he presses his cock against me. “Yes,” I say.
“Say it again,” he orders. “I need to hear the pleading in your voice. No relief comes until you make me believe it.”
The throb increases, as if his words are a physical punishment. “Fuck me. Please… It hurts—”
My plea is swallowed as he drives into me. His deep groan tears through me just as he pushes inside, spreading and filling me all at once. His tie falls away and our gazes lock as he holds himself there, his hands anchored to the backs of my thighs. I’m breathless, awaiting his next thrust.
“I’m going to fuck you until you call me Master.” He pulls out only to slam back inside. Then he’s taking me with unguarded thrusts, his muscles straining beneath my hands as I struggle for a grip.
My voice lost, I gasp at the air, only to drown in him once he takes my mouth. His tongue sweeps inside, forcefully caressing mine and claiming me from the inside out. He’s oxygen and flame, a violent combustion, searing and consuming. I’m just a ripple under his swell, the foam seeking connection after the destructive assault of the tidal wave.
But even as I’m hit with wave after wave, churning in the endless deep, I open my eyes. Look through the stormy blue to meet him there. His eyes pin me as his body brutally beckons pleasure from mine, and I’m helpless against the storm.
His thrusts intensify, his hands ravish my skin as he fucks me.
There’s no beautiful way to describe this exchange. Chase Larkin is fucking me. Hard and demanding. His hot breath blisters my skin as his mouth wanders over my shoulder, my neck, his tongue soothing each hurt he inflicts with his teeth, until he reaches my lips.
He devastates me with an intense kiss as he drives inside once more, and I moan against him, my own teeth catching his lip. A metallic taste touches my tongue before I feel his smile.
His tongue sweeps his bottom lip, tasting the hint of red. “Punishing is my job, temptress,” he says as his hand snakes around my ass, then his finger is pushing inside me, making me full, triggering my body to tighten around him.
My legs anchor to his hips just as he delivers another hard thrust, driving into me deep and claiming. For a terrifying second, I fear he’s about to stop—to punish me for biting him and deny me once again.
“Soak my fucking cock,” he demands, sinking his finger into me farther. I feel him become harder inside me with each penetrating plunge. “I’m going to fill your greedy little pussy…but first, I want to feel you come, temptress. Feel your cunt rain on my cock until I’m forced to fuck you hard—”
A cry breaks loose as my orgasm tears through me—a pulsing beat that builds into a fury of vibrations. Seeking and intense, discovering every erotic nerve in my body until I’m shuddering against him, my limbs too weak to cling. But his arms secure me to him, the wall and his body perfectly absorbing the impact against the detonating aftershocks rolling through me.
Heat nearly burns me where we connect, a friction of pleasurable pain, and as he groans deep and primal, his thrusts becoming more savage, he releases a harsh curse. “Say it,” he demands.
I know exactly what he wants. And in the instant our eyes meet, I know he needs it the way I needed to be taken by him tonight. I feel no shame when I utter the word; only desire. “Master.”
His hands circle my wrists, pushing them above my head and pinning my arms to the wall. His body, corded taut and all muscle, slams against mine with his powerful thrusts. My cries sound out in sync with his groans as he takes me over and over, owning my body, claiming me as his.
“You’re mine,” he says, his raspy words abrasive against my skin, then his mouth is on mine as he drives in deep.
I feel the moment he breaks; his cock engorged and stretching my walls, his tongue delving inside to take every last bit of me as he presses me into the wall. He continues to rock into me as his thrusts slow, his labored breathing sexy as he buries his face in my neck. When he pulls out, hot semen trails my thighs as my feet hit the floor.
I stand on wobbly legs, my skin and bones and muscles almost numb from exertion. But when he rests his cock on my belly, the feel of him hard and pulsing against me renews my craving for him.
