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“Good girl,” he rumbles his approval.
My palms against the cold brick wall have my body buzzing with anticipation. He doesn’t say or do anything, and I have to fight back the impulse to look over my shoulder, snorting at how surreal this all is.
“What?” he demands, his chest pressing against my back, and the feel of skin on skin has my heart picking up.
“I didn’t think my night was going to go like this,” I giggle, the sound reverberating around the room. I gasp as his fingers run down my ribs, his touch light. My nerve endings fire off at the contact.
“I knew it would as soon as I saw you walk into the room,” he purrs, his breath brushing against my ear. My body trembles at the sensation and I have to bite my lip to hold back the moan. “There was no way I was letting you leave here without me touching you.”
The air in the room is a little colder than it was when he first brought me in here, but my body is burning like a furnace. Even so, my skin pebbles as I stay in the position he told me to be in. He growls against my ear, and I push my ass back just a little to encourage him to get this show on the road. He tuts behind me then chuckles as I push back again, and his hand moves up my stomach, between my breasts, and wraps around the front of my throat, applying pressure. I can’t hold back the moan this time as my head falls back at the contact.
His other hand moves toward my center, and I bite my lip in anticipation. He cups my core and I want to grind into it. He hasn’t touched me the way I want him to and I’m starting to get pissed. The pressure on my neck disappears, as does the hold he has on my core, and I growl at the loss of contact. The fucker laughs as I fight the urge to smack him. My limbs lock as he grips hold of my waist, then I jump as his lips connect with my shoulder. The featherlight touch is heaven, and he follows a line of his own choosing, peppering kisses down my back as his fingers drift down over my ass.
Thank God I’m wearing my sheer black push up bra and the matching thong. The elastic twangs against my skin, forcing me to jump at the contact. Then I feel the material sliding down, the cold air washing over my core, and I press my thighs together.
“Step,” he commands, and I respond without a thought, stepping out of the material that was keeping me a little bit covered from his eyes. I hear a deep inhale and I can’t fight it; I look over my shoulder and I see him with my underwear to his nose as he breathes in. “You smell better than I expected.”
My cheeks flush in embarrassment as his eyes connect with mine. I can’t look away as he drops the thong onto the floor with my dress. “You won’t be going home with them tonight.”
My eyes widen, and he chuckles again, stepping forward so his back presses against mine and his hand takes up its position against my throat. He pulls me back so I’m flush to his body, my arms dropping to my side because he pulled me away from the wall. His fingertips make a line from my right shoulder, down my chest, then across my ribs and back up. I moan as a pleasant pain tingles from my nipple. At the sound, he pinches it again harder, and my moan is more guttural this time. I can feel his smile against my cheek as he rolls the bud between his fingers.
He releases it, his fingers walking across my chest, and he picks up the movements on my other nipple. I relax into his hold, my chest rising and falling rapidly, and I feel my juices coating my thighs.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks, I nod my head the best I can, given his hand is around my throat. The growl that passes his lips is predatory as his hand drops to my core, his fingers pushing through my folds. I moan as he dips a finger into my center.
“Fuck you’re soaked.”
I whimper as he keeps his finger still inside me, and he chuckles again, pulling the digit back just a touch then pressing forward. My body is screaming to feel something more than what he’s giving. “Please,” I whimper again, grinding down on his palm, and he pulls his hand away. “No, please,” I beg.
His fingers enter me again—this time there are two—and he thrusts them in and out of my channel brutally. The sensations send shivers up my spine and I moan. “Yes, please, that’s it.” I pant as he picks up the pace, the tingling sensation fires off around my body and my insides rejoice at the feelings he’s pulling from me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, little lamb, I can feel your walls clamping down on my fingers,” he rumbles his approval as he slows his pace, and I bite my lip to stop the protest. I gasp as he adds another finger, and my walls clamp down on him.
My clit is throbbing as he finger-fucks me like a man possessed, and when his thumb scrapes against my bundle of nerves, my body jolts forward like I’ve been struck by lightning. The rumble of his chest against my back only adds to the feeling, my body alight as the tingles spread through me. My walls clamp down again in spasm as my orgasm builds at the speed of light. I can feel the edge coming, so I grind onto his hand to increase the pressure, chasing the bliss that’s desperate for release. It’s right there, I’m on the edge of the cliff side.
“Come for me,” he growls, circling my bundle of nerves, and I fall. My scream splits the air, and my body spasms from the power of the orgasm, my chest heaving as my head rolls back from the force of the sensations running through me, and he roars.
He pushes me forward, his fingers still inside, stroking my core, and the touch is helping to bring me through the aftershock. I pant, my forehead pressed against the wall, the cold brick helping to cool my feverish skin as my mask has slipped down.
I hear a foil wrapper being torn, then I feel something press against my core.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he growls as his fingers pull out of my center, and he slams into me.
I scream out as my body tries to adjust to the size of him, and he pulls out and slams back inside without waiting. I feel my head scrape against the brick as he pounds into me from behind, my legs trembling as the start of another orgasm builds.
I moan and pant, unable to control the noises escaping me.
“Fuck yes,” I mewl at the sensation overload, and his groans fill the air as his hold on my hips tightens to a painful level. It only adds to the depravity that’s going on, and I can’t hold back any longer. I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust, the noises coming from his throat telling me he likes it.
He picks up to a punishing pace, and my hands tremble on the wall. I try to push myself off the wall, but my arms won’t hold me.
“You feel so good on my dick, fuck!”
I moan, the sound is animalistic as the orgasm builds and I’m on the edge.
“I need to come,” I chant, my hips moving faster to chase the feeling.
“Not yet,” he growls in my ear, slowing his pace. I growl, trying to pick up my pace to fall of the cliff. His grip on my hips becomes tighter as he tries to slow my movements, “Please,” I pant. “I need to come,” I whimper, tears of frustration pooling in my eyes. I’m so fucking close. My scalp screams and pins and needles spread over my head as he yanks me back. Ripping me away from the wall with a yell, his hand goes back around my throat and he squeezes until my lungs scream for oxygen.
