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I moan at the mental picture, arching my back as he increases the pressure. The head of his cock slips through the tight ring of muscles, and he stops, allowing me to get used to the sensation. After a few moments, he bears down again, pushing forward. I allow him inside, relaxing as best I can.
At first, it hurts like hell, as his cock is so hard it feels like he has shoved an iron rod inside of me. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice so husky my thighs tremble. “That feels so damn good.” He moves forward another inch and groans. “Looks so damn good.”
I glance at him over my shoulder, and he smirks. “You’ve taken every fucking inch.”
It’s hard to believe as I enjoy the unbelievably full sensation deep inside of me. “It feels… good,” I say.
He growls and grabs my hips. “Tell me if it hurts too much,” he grinds out behind closed teeth before pulling his cock back so slowly. “Fuck, I love watching your tight little hole cling to my cock like that, baby girl.”
I moan as he thrust back inside of my ass, opening my eyes to a whole new meaning of pleasure. “Fuck me,” I beg, glancing at him over my shoulder.
Oak’s jaw is tight, and a vein protrudes from his left temple as he claws onto the control he so desperately tries to wield. I don’t want him to keep control. The dark, dirty side of him wants to take everything, own everything, and inflict pain. I want the beast to come out to play.
“Stop trying to hold back and give me everything,” I taunt.
Oak’s aqua eyes snap to mine and narrow. “Don’t tempt me,” I grind out.
I smile at him. “Fuck me so damn hard I can’t sit for a week,” I beg.
He roars and digs his nails hard into my already bruised hips, pulling them so hard against him so that he sinks even deeper. Every thrust of his cock slides all the way as his balls slap against my throbbing clit. And then he releases the beast as his hips pull back all the way, only to slam into me with such force I can hardly breathe.
“Fuck, sir,” I cry as he tightens his grasp, brutally abusing my ass with his cock. I love it more than I can explain. It’s so rough and so fucking dirty. “Yes, just like that,” I say, as I feel myself nearing the edge of no return. The sensations of anal sex are so different, so thrilling, that I know my orgasm is going to be mind-shattering.
“That’s it,” he grunts, fucking me even harder. “I want you to come while my cock is deep in your ass.” He reaches down and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me up so my back is in line with his chest. And then he wraps his arm around my throat, partially cutting off my airways. “I want you to squirt all over this bed like a good girl.”
A flush of hot liquid shoots from my pussy, soaking the bed beneath us as he continues to fuck me through it. I scream, but it’s silent as I can’t make a sound with his arm tight around my throat. All I see are stars behind my eyes as my climax hits me like a freight train, knocking me right off the tracks as I freefall into oblivion.
I tremble so violently that I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Oak groans, and I can tell he’s about to come too. “Fuck, you’re practically milking me cock,” he growls, as he spills every drop of his cum deep in my ass.
He releases my throat, and I gasp for air, falling flat on my face on the bed. Oak pulls his cock out of me gently, but then I feel something else replace it.
“What is that?”
He smirks. “The buttplug. I want you to keep my cum inside of you all night,” he breathes, collapsing next to me.
I shake my head. “That was fucking amazing.”
His nostrils flare as he pulls me against his chest. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Eva Carmichael.” He presses a kiss to my forehead as I press my head tight against his chest, allowing his heartbeat to lull me to sleep.
31
OAK
Eva isn’t in bed when I wake, so I search for her. My heart pounds harder when I don’t find her in the kitchen or the little library. The light in the glasshouse is on, where I keep my laptop and journal.
“Eva,” I say her name as I walk in.
“What is this?” Eva asks, signaling to my laptop open on the photoshopped image of her kissing the janitor.
I must have left my laptop on without locking it. Either that or she guessed my password. The look in her eyes is one of pure anguish, and it makes my chest ache. “You were the one who sent the photograph to my parents.” She shakes her head. “Y-you.” Her voice breaks, and a stray tear escapes her eyes, trickling down her cheek. She nods at the open diary on the table too. “I know everything.”
“Eva, listen.” I move toward her, but she takes a step back.
“No,” she barks, louder than I’ve ever heard her speak. “Don’t come near me. Natalya warned me someone wanted me here.” She clenches her fists by her side. “She said that someone doctored the images, so my parents sent me here. I should have listened to her.”
I stop moving toward her, holding my hands up in surrender. “Please, Eva, just listen to me.”
She shakes her head. “This entire time, you’ve lied to me.” Her eyes narrow as she glares at me with a look of hatred. “You punished me for not telling you the truth about the janitor and all along…” Her voice cracks as more tears flow down her cheek. “You are sick,” she spits, grabbing the diary off my desk and throwing it at me.
