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My vision starts to blur, my pleasure on the verge of climax when he stops his movements. I’m tempted to protest but his warning from earlier comes back to me. He flips me onto my back, crawling up me and pushing me up the bed until my hands are pressed firmly against the headboard.
“Mads.” This time, his name sounds different coming from my lips, like it’s a plea. I want him to kiss me; I want him to hold me after and tell me everything is going to be okay, but I know he won’t. That’s not what this is about. I reach my hand out and press it against his chest, but he grabs it and puts it back on the headboard.
“Keep your hands there,” he commands before sitting back on his heels and pushing my thighs wide apart.
“You have a beautiful cunt, Emery. Has anyone ever told you that?” He looks up from my most intimate parts, his eyes meeting mine as I’m spread-eagle on his bed. The brashness of his verbiage shouldn’t surprise me, but it still does. I shake my head no, unsure if I’m allowed to answer.
“No,” I say softly.
“If Dane didn’t spend every night worshipping your sweet pussy, he was a fucking fool.” A flush of shame rushes through me at the mention of Dane and I instinctually start to close my legs, but he pushes against me, his eyes darkening. “Don’t.”
He leans forward, his lips pressing against me softly before he begins to kiss me like he does my mouth. My back arches immediately at the feeling of his tongue swirling around my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. But just as quickly, he breaks contact.
“So beautiful. Pink and glistening, pulsing for me,” he whispers, his head falling to the side as he slides his hand up my thigh. “Just like a flower.”
My eyes drop to his cock that’s standing fully erect and I realize why it hurt so bad when he was inside me. Not only is he thicker than anyone I’ve seen, but it looks almost twice as long as Dane’s.
“I want to see your beautiful flower squirt. I want to taste it.”
“What?”
His eyes dart up to mine as he lines himself up to me and slides deep inside me once again with one long stroke. He hovers over me, his hand on my throat. “I’m going to make you squirt.”
“I don’t—I can’t,” I manage to get out as his pace picks up.
“You can and you will, trust me.” He squeezes my throat tighter. “And stop disobeying the rules or I’ll come right now and not let you fucking finish.”
His strokes are punishing. He’s hitting my cervix and my G-spot at the same time. White-hot pain shoots through me, mixing with pleasure. He presses on my lower abdomen, the pleasure skyrocketing as my abs clench involuntarily.
“That’s it, baby girl. Let it happen.” My moans are coming out rapidly and loudly like I’m a porn star. “Keep your hands on the headboard!” he shouts the second they start to slip. I use the leverage to push myself down onto his cock further as my thighs begin to convulse.
“Say my name,” he commands me again, his eyes looking down into mine.
“Mads.” I barely get it out.
“Again,” he barks.
“Mads, please,” I beg. I repeat it over and over, my eyes rolling back in my head as he pounds into me over and over again.
A sensation I’ve never experienced shoots through my body, starting from my toes and intensifying as it travels to my head, exploding behind my eyes. The pressure, the orgasm, the pain, it all ignites as I arch my back, a release of warm, wet liquid spraying from my body as I shout his name over and over.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” His fingers tighten. I gasp for breath just as he releases me, making the orgasm even more intense. I blink rapidly, my vision slowly coming back as Mads pulls himself from me, diving down to lap up the liquid from my body.
His tongue devours me, his fingers bruising my skin as he bites my inner thigh so hard I’m sure there has to be blood.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, fisting his cock and pumping his hand up and down his shaft feverishly. “Open your mouth,” he barks, his neck red and thick with veins as he climbs over the top of me.
I obey, opening my mouth as he tilts my head back and spills his seed down my throat. “Swallow.” He comes, spurts of his release filling my mouth and running over my lips, down my neck where he grips me tightly. “You are an obedient little thing for being such a bitch sometimes.”
I don’t have it in me to reply with a comeback. I’m still trying to come down from the most intense orgasm of my life.
“Maybe this is what we needed all along, a good old-fashioned hate fuck.”
I wince at his word choice. I guess he’s right in that I didn’t come here to feel butterflies, but I wouldn’t have been against a kiss or maybe holding me even for a minute after. He didn’t even take his clothes off.
He wipes his cock against my bare breast, leaving a trail of his cum over my skin before getting up off the bed. He tucks himself back into his pants before reaching down and grabbing my clothes, tossing them toward me.
“Take your time getting cleaned up. The bathroom is in there as you already know.” He points over his shoulder toward the en suite, running his hand through his hair. “You can let yourself out whenever.”
