Page 114 of The Harbinger
He enjoyed this, defiling me, causing me pain while relishing in my pleasure. My stomach flipped, and I reached between my legs, rubbing my throbbing clit. His hand swiped, slapping my circling fingers away.
“No,” I cried. “Please, let me come.”
Sacha grabbed my elbows, pulling my arms back.
“If I wanted you to come, I would have made you.”
His accent grew thicker the harder he thrust into me, his concentration on his hips pulsing into me more than the English he spoke. My swollen clit ached with need, his cock stretching me wide as his cum cooled on my skin and slid between us.
Darkness surrounded me as I closed my eyes, my hips rubbing against the mattress with each powerful thrust.
If I were to concentrate enough… my rebelliousness ransacked my thoughts as I lifted my knee, opening myself wider to him but pressing my clit further into the mattress.
The first tingle hit, and I groaned, the pain from his brutal rut dwindling.
He pulled away, grabbing both ass cheeks, and spread them wide. “If only you could see this.” Sacha spit into my hole, his warm saliva trickling inside me. “You’re a dirty slut. Aren’t you, Mia?” He slapped the slick head of his cock against my abused ass. “Do you like when I use you?”
I groaned and wiggled my butt in the air eagerly, the peak of my high cresting. “Yes, Sacha.”
In fact, at this point, I’d let him do anything to me if it meant I’d make him happy if it’d take away the bloody thoughts.
A sharpthwackhit the side of my hip, sending me sideways onto the mattress, my feet losing their grip on the floor. Sacha sat beside me, his hands on my hips, pulling me with him. “Ride me. Show me how much you want to come. Maybe I’ll reward you. Do you think you deserve that?”
I pressed my back to his chest as he guided himself inside my ass. We moaned in harmony as I moved against him.
“Yes.” I bit my lower lip, and he spread his legs wide, allowing my feet to rest between them. It gave me the leverage to move up and down along his shaft as his hands guided the pace. “I do.”
“Show me.”
I drifted high above, admiring our bodies, the twirl of his hips, my own whirling against him, sending shivers down my spine.
He gripped my breasts, squeezing each one hard with a deep ache spreading throughout. His middle fingers pinched my nipples, which only made my clit pulse harder.
I bucked against him, my hair draped in front of my face as I hung my head, my hands leaning on his thighs as I raised myself and slammed back down. Over and over, I repeated the motion, the swell of his cock stretching me.
“Ready, Mia?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I’m ready. Please.” The words repeated like silent prayers on my lips that only he could hear. Sweat raced down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest.
He released my breasts and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Come with me then, my good little whore. Do as you’re told for once.”
“Oh God,” I exhaled, my fingertips brushing against my clit. “I’m so close.”
He shifted, switching the angle and taking over, his hips bucking into mine. My fingers swirled around with an all-consuming desperation. My nails dug into him, my stomach muscles clenched, and in a silent cry, my body tumbled into nirvana.
Sacha tensed, his motions jerky, then stilled as he groaned, his orgasm warming me from inside. He wrapped his arms tight around my chest and squeezed as we rode the last of our orgasms with the devil not far behind.
Chapter 27
Mia
“Mia.”
My eyes fired open as I woke from a heavy sleep with his warm arm, darkened with tattoos, draped over my waist and his broad chest pressed against my back. His steady breaths tickled the nape of my neck, and the faint thud of his heartbeat surged against my spine.
“What?”