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“Is that right?” he teases.
“Please,” I beg again.
He smirks and then pushes even deeper, hitting a spot that forces me to come apart.
“Fuck, yes!” I scream, my body trembling with pleasure. He licks up every drop of my arousal, drinking me in like a man starving for more.
And then he stops and strips his clothes from his magnificent body. I watch him, knowing that I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as him. He fists his cock hard in his hands, eyes dark as he watches me.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you inside me right fucking now.”
He arches a brow. “Ask nicely.”
I glare at him. “Fuck me, please,” I say sarcastically.
“You know I can’t deny you, even if you are being sarcastic.” He grabs me by the throat and lowers me down over the sketching paper and paint, all of it squelching under my back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard they’ll hear you scream in London, love.” He plows into me then with a deep, vicious thrust that takes my breath away. “Scream for me,” he orders.
And then he starts to fuck me, rutting into me like a crazed animal and I do scream. I scream his name over and over, knowing that no matter how many times this man has me, it will never be enough.
I claw at his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him closer.
The move pushes him even deeper, and he growls softly, nipping my earlobe. “Such a greedy girl. It’s never enough for you, is it?”
“I want it harder,” I breathe.
He shakes his head in disbelief as he grips my hips so hard I know he’ll leave bruises and then thrusts even harder, slamming into me with all his power.
And then, when I’m sure I’m about to shatter again, he stops.
“No!” I exclaim, eyes wide. “I was about to—”
He cuts my words off with a hand to my throat. “Not yet. I want you to come riding my dick, love.”
My heart pounds erratically and an eagerness to be in the driving seat consumes me. It’s rare that he allows me to be on top, although often when he does, it doesn’t take long for him to overpower me anyway and seize control.
He maneuvers me as if I’m nothing more than a doll, climbing on to the workbench and lying down, so I’m straddling his muscular thighs.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he orders, staring up at me with those intense blue eyes. “Now.”
I swallow hard and lower myself onto his huge length, groaning as in this position he feels impossibly large. “Fuck, that feels so damn good,” I moan.
He grabs my breasts and plays with them, making the pleasure heighten.
I move my hips slowly at first, teasing him the way he so often teases me.
His eyes narrow as he knows what I’m doing, but he doesn’t scold me as I rise and fall slowly, moving my hips sensually. Every rise and fall makes his jaw clench harder, proving that he’s struggling to maintain control.
Before long, he snaps and grabs my hips hard, taking control as he thrusts up into me with force.
“What happened to you wanting me to fuck myself?” I ask.
He sits up so that his lips are at the level of my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth. “You know I can’t help myself,” he murmurs, before sucking on the other one.
His hands move higher to my throat and he squeezes, as he knows that blocking my airway sends me over the edge.
“Isiah,” I breathe his name.
