A choked sound left her throat. “Shhh,” he soothed, his hands moving along the side of her ribs. With her hands stretched above her, the skin was pulled very taut. She shivered in pleasure every time he touched her there, like a plucked harp string. “I can feel you tremble. Does this feel good?” he asked, now stroking the side of her ribs.
“You know it does,” she mumbled.
“And this?” he ran his thumb down her spine. Her eyelids clamped shut. She quaked and cried out at the pleasurable sensation of his short, blunt-tipped nail scraping her backbone.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He continued down her lower back. Her eyelids sprang open when he ran his thumb very lightly along the crack of her ass. Then, without warning, he palmed her entire outer sex and thrust his middle finger into her sheath. He moved his hand in a subtle circular motion, stimulating her sensitive lips and her clit.
“And this?”
“God, yes,” she hissed.
“I think I’d like to watch you come again. You need to get comfortable with trusting me. With letting go.”
He slid his finger high into her, and then removed it from her pussy. With his other fingers, he parted her labia and slid the well-lubricated middle finger against her clit. Alice moaned uncontrollably. Again, she started to burn. She was so helpless lying there, a raw, undefended bundle of nerves. All she could do was throb and feel and give in to it. The sound of him moving rigorously in her sex reached her ears. How embarrassing. She was drenched. She moaned louder, unable to stop herself.
“God, it’s going to feel so fucking good inside you,” he said from behind her, his tone lust-bitten. Dark. He wasn’t unaffected by all this, despite his dominance and insistence upon setting the pace. She lost all sense of time as he stroked her. Her fingers clawed at the duvet. The soles of her feet grew hot. He stirred her masterfully … relentlessly, and she felt herself cresting. She strained for it, craved it.
She broke, shuddering in release.
“Yeah. Give me that,” she heard him snarl through the roar in her ears. She felt him part her, widening her slit. As always, his actions struck her as matter-of-factly masterful, as if he knew his way around her body better than she did. He pressed the steely head of his cock at her entrance.
She screamed as he entered her. She was still climaxing. It was too much pressure, too much pleasure. He held her hips in place and drove into her, grunting savagely. Her eyes sprang wide and she clawed at the sheets. Because of the wedge pillow and her elevated hips, he was striking her at an angle she’d never before experienced. Because of his size, he was piercing her deeper than she’d ever known. He began to thrust with that stunning, sinuous glide of his hips.
She inhaled raggedly for oxygen, and then screamed anew.
He set a wicked pace. She gripped the bedding as the storm that was Dylan rocked her. She had no other choice but to take it, and she was glad for it, pleased that he overwhelmed her senses and made thinking an utter impossibility. She didn’t want to think about how helpless she was when she was with him, how vulnerable. The suede pillow beneath her was soft, but her body was set against the grain of the fabric. That—and more importantly, Dylan’s tight hold on her hips and ass—made her completely immobile as he thrust into her powerfully again and again.
“Tight, hot little pussy,” he grated out from behind her. He slowed. She whimpered when she felt the long thick shaft nearly leave her, but then he thrust again, deep. He groaned roughly, and repeated the stroke. She realized he was watching himself pierce her. She began to bob her hips subtly, tempting him to resume his former pace. He lifted his hand and popped a buttock firmly. She gasped and stilled, panting. Expectant. He drew his cock nearly out of her again and thrust deep, grinding his balls against her outer sex. She tightened around him, moaning feverishly.
“Such a temptation, aren’t you?” he growled from behind her. He popped her bottom again. It wasn’t a hard stroke, but it drove her mad. She writhed in an agony of pleasure, her muscles straining tight.
“Again,” she said, only half aware of what she was saying … of what she begged for.
He slapped her ass again. She squeezed him tight and twisted her hips ever so slightly. She was transformed by lust, becoming a shameless, writhing creature.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his tone tight. Angry. Wild. He planted his fists on either side of her head and the pillow, bracing himself over her. He began fucking her again wholesale. The wood headboard clacked against the wall, the sound blending with that of her roaring heart and their slapping flesh. “If you dish it out, you’ve got to be prepared to take it,” Dylan bit out from above her.
“Harder,” she goaded him, defiant even while he rattled her with his stark possession. “I can take it. I can take you.”
“Then you will,” he grunted and lifted one hand from the mattress. He slapped the side of her buttock as he rode her hard. He pummeled her senses. She felt his cock lurch viciously in her channel, felt him swell impossibly huge.
She clutched the bedding mindlessly. He gave a low ominous growl and planted his fist back on the mattress.
Ruthless to the last, he fucked her while he came.
He slowed and then went still, his cock embedded fully in her. His breathing above her head was harsh and uneven. She lay there listening to it, relishing the evidence of his pleasure.
?
?You’re going to kill me, Alice,” he accused after a moment.
“Not if you kill me first.”
He gave a harsh bark of laugher. His strong forearm moved away from where she could see it in front of her face. She whimpered when he withdrew his cock. Her tissues stung a little. She started to turn over, but he stopped her by grasping her ass. His finger slid into the juicy cleft of her labia, rubbing her gently but firmly.
“I couldn’t wait for you, thanks to your teasing,” he said dryly as he stroked her clit. “But you’ve got one more orgasm in you.”