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I shivered hard.
My limbs felt heavy, but as his cock slowly pressed in and out of me, I found myself rising once again even though I didn’t think I could. He ground his hips into me as his thumb lightly teased the greedy bud in between my thighs. He drove me up unhurriedly, almost as if he was deliberately coaxing my desire forward.
My arousal was resistant. He’d already made me come twice and my body reluctantly answered with the possibility of a third. If he’d had told me that he would do this to me earlier, I’d have told him he was insane, but right now, beneath him like this, it was everything and more.
The more he fucked me, the more my arousal returned. It built with leisurely intent, slowly circling around me like a vise and tightening inch by inch until it captured me completely.
I’m not sure where the turning point was and I don’t know when my resistance became willing desire, but it happened nonetheless. Soon enough, I was writhing beneath him, knowing my final orgasm was close.
This time was different though. This time, I had to wait.
For some insane reason, I wanted to obey him. I wanted to be the one who made him smile, who made him proud that I’d followed his instructions even when they were difficult for me. I wanted to be the one he thought of when he closed his eyes and I wanted to be the first he imagined when he opened them in the morning.
“Please,” I begged.
My orgasm was so close. I could feel it and I knew that it was going to be the most painful one of them all.
“I’m enjoying myself, little girl,” he answered with a seductive growl, and I whimpered. My arousal felt like a ticking time bomb inside me, and it was going to go off at any second.
“Please. Let me come for you,” I pleaded. My voice sounded almost broken and pitifully desperate. When he didn’t respond right away, I cried out, unable to keep quiet as I tried to force back that final release from coming too soon.
“Oh. Please. Please. Please,” I whimpered, my words mixing into blatant cries and just when my eyes began to roll back in my head, he growled and thrust into me harder than he had ever before.
“Come for me, Zoe. Scream for me,” he commanded. I didn’t need to be told twice.
That last orgasm was vicious from the start. I whined and I cried, but I thrashed beneath him with blissful harrowing agony that tore me open from the inside out. Every second was ruthlessly cruel at the same time that it was exquisitely sweet. My entire body quaked with my desire, pinned beneath his strong form with nowhere to go. There was nothing for me to do but suffer through every moment.
It was brutal and harsh, yet it was vexing in its utter captivity over me. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth. Every muscle in my body was clenched tight and I vaguely wondered if I’d ever be able to control them again. I lost myself in that incredible void of pleasurable agony.
I writhed. I screamed. I felt.
I came so impossibly hard.
His thrust quickened and began more sporadic. He growled in my ear and just when I reached the peak of my own orgasm, his began. He roared as the first heated spray of his cum pelted my cervix, burning me from within. My own release grew even higher still, and I clutched at his back. My nails dug into his shoulders and his own fist tightened on the hair at the back of my head.
I broke harder than I ever broke before.
It was as though I was falling into a dark abyss, pain and pleasure coming together in a spiraling cascade of sensation that tore through me like a knife. It was sharp and biting, but so intensely wonderful that I soared.
His cum continued to spurt inside me, over and over again until he was fully spent. Even then, he continued to fuck me, although a bit more leisurely now. I could feel the burning heat of his seed leaking down my thighs and I realized with vivid shame that I liked it. I blushed as he released my hair and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him as I pulled in one shaky breath after another.
“You were beautiful when I saw you for the first time and your bare little bottom is gorgeous when it’s been spanked bright red, but when you come for me, you are sheer perfection,” he murmured, and my heated flush only grew hotter. His thumb caressed my cheek and he hummed quietly with pride.
He’d made me come so hard that my cheeks were wet with my own tears.
“You’re perfect, Zoe. Everything about you is perfect,” he whispered, and his lips found mine in a hard kiss that bruised my lips and left them sore. I pressed back into him, answering to his command and thoroughly enjoying the fact that just a simple kiss could elicit such a strong reaction all on its own.
As if he was doing it with purposeful slowness, he pulled his cock from my body, and I sighed with almost a sense of disappointment. His seed spilt out onto my thighs, and he tucked me under the covers with him with expert swiftness. His arm curled around my waist, and he pulled my body against his. His massive frame curled around mine. His heat, his scent, his protection surrounded me in a soothing embrace, and I snuggled a bit closer to him.
A part of me hoped that he would never let go.
A louder part of me told me to run.
I closed my eyes and simply allowed the continual pounding of my heart and the calming beat of his own to lull me to sleep. That night, I dreamed of what a life could be with my husband, the infamously rich Grayson Asher.
Time would tell if it would be a good dream or the worst kind of nightmare.
Chapter 8
