Page 34 of Severed Roots


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“I won’t ever get enough of this, Vivian,” he warned.

I moaned helplessly. “Good,” I panted. “Make me stay.”

He dipped his lips to my ear, hot breath making me tingle. “Stay.”

“Make me,” I groaned, pushing my bottom into him again.

Suddenly, my head jerked backwards and a pain radiated from my crown to my breastbone. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me. He’d fisted my hair and yanked it down my back, stilling me like statue.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be capable of going anywhere.” His voice was a growl. Wild, unleashed and full of conviction.

I curled a corner of my lip in challenge and was rewarded by a fast, hard thrust which shot me forward.

“On your hands and knees.”

I let him lift me slightly, then his cock rammed deep into my core. He held my hair so firmly my hands could barely touch the floor. My knees burned.

“Don’t move, Vivian. I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to take it. And remember what I said: there’s no safe word.”

My head spun, not from being forced to stare at the ceiling while strands of hair clung desperately to my scalp, but from the unquestionable conviction of his words.

I tensed my thighs, grounding them, in some way holding on to the earth while my world swam around me.

Then he drew out his full length and slammed back into me with a roar. He pulled out harshly and drove in again, his balls slapping against my clit.

Oh, God.

He used my hair as a leash and pulled me backwards to meet his thrusts, each one growing faster and firmer. Through the haze of shock, I felt him thicken rapidly and knew he was close. My own sex throbbed at the relentless friction and the rhythmic tapping of his balls against my clit. My mind was ablaze with the need to come.

“There,” I gasped, breathlessly. “Right there.”

My head flopped forward as he released my hair and I was pulled up so my back rested against his chest. His fingers worked their way to my clit which they flicked and stroked with intense focus. I squirmed against his thick thighs, dropping my head back against his shoulder. Using his other hand, he gripped my hips and pulled me onto his shorter, deeper thrusts. My legs spread as wide as they’d go, desperate to aid my release.

“You’re mine now,” he rumbled in my ear. “All mine. Only mine.” He punctuated each proclamation with a shove of his cock and flick of my clit. I spasmed uncontrollably, delirious and desperate with need. I didn’t care how I looked with my legs spread, my back arched and my raw sex opened wide. I was a tightly wound ball of need just begging to be unravelled. “I’m never letting you go.”

I reached my arms back around his neck and held on for dear life. “I want to feel you come,” I said with a gasp.

“Oh, you will baby.” He dragged his lips across my ear. “I’m going to fill you so full you won’t want to eat for days.” Then he sank his teeth into my neck.

I cried out as he rammed himself into me hard, rubbing moisture around my clit, drawing blood with his teeth. The searing pain and the insurmountable pleasure collided, and every muscle in my body tensed tightly. I gripped his cock as the current moved through me.

“Jesus holy motherfucking Christ,” he shouted.

He pulled me onto him for three more unfathomably deep thrusts and roared again as heat radiated through my pelvis. It was everything my own climax needed to hit a new high. White heat spread across my limbs taking all control and agency with it. I shook in Rupert’s arms feeling him jerk each time I contracted. He continued to massage my clit, the pressure growing softer as my trembling quietened.

After an absolute age, I rolled my face towards his neck and buried my lips into the base of his throat. Sweat ran down his skin in rivers. He brushed the damp hair from my face and pressed long kisses to my forehead.

“You and me,” I murmured, tasting the salt on my lips. “For better or for worse.”

* * *

I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone buzzing. I peeled Rupert’s arm from my body and slipped out from under him. He stretched out his legs, releasing a sexy groan.

“It’s Peggy,” I mouthed. Rupert smiled and rolled on to his back. The sight of him completely naked – when did that happen? – made the raw skin of my bottom tingle. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him until Peggy’s breathlessness turned my whole focus to her.

“Hey Pegs. I’m sorry I haven’t called. I know I said I would. It’s just that…”

“It’s okay. As long as you’re safe,” she replied hurriedly. It sounded as though she was running.

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