Page 14 of Shattered Veil
CHAPTER SIX
Ella
I’m sure the hotel bed is luxuriously expensive, but it’s the last thing I have time to notice as I get railed senseless by a sexy, brutish stranger who won’t let me touch him.
“Take my cock into this greedy cunt of yours. Fuck, you take me so deep.” Up on my hands and knees, he pushes in and out of me with a steady rhythm even as his knuckles caress my spine. “I’ve never felt anything like this cunt wrapped around my dick.”
I’ve lost track of time and space and days...
Just as he promised on the plane, he plows me like there’s no tomorrow, and for me, there isn’t. Just this crazed euphoria where I’ve lowered my inhibitions and my walls. All I want is to absorb his unbridled energy.
Warmth tingles down my spine and my core tightens until it’s throbbing out of control.
“Aye, come with my cock inside you. Who’s making you come?”
“You.” Panting and drooling, I drop facedown into the bed cover and arch my back.
The movement pops my ass higher and makes him swear. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me come so hard and spill so much cum inside you.” He leans forward, his chest against my back, his taut pecs slick. Or is that dampness? “Jesus fucking Christ, I never do this. But I have to really feel this cunt. How much extra to take you bare? I have to come inside you.How much?”
Are those even menu items? “Um.”
“I’m clean, baby. So fucking clean. How much to fuck you raw?”
“It’s so good. I don’t care,” I grunt. “Just do it!”
He wrenches out of me, my arousal dripping down the back of my thighs. I’m impatient with need, although it’sonly a moment before he thrusts back inside.
“Oh my God, are you bigger?” I moan.
“I am now. Fuck, I’m gonna lose it. Chriiiiist,” he groans and starts pulsing inside me.
Feeling a gush of warm liquid fill me, reality clears the sex fog. What the hell am I doing? I’m out of my mind. I’m not even on birth control!
“Take every bleedin’ inch of my cock,” Balor grunts with each hard thrust. “Damn you, it’s too good.”
When he collapses against my back, his heart hammers so hard I feel it.
“My God, you’re a...”
I wait to hear slut. “I’m a what? Say it.” Distress fills me, waiting to be called something awful because that’s how I feel right now.
“A fucking angel.” He peppers my back with kisses.
Relief washes through me. I twist around, wanting to hug him. Just to say thank you. But he backs away.
Hiding my disappointment, I roll over and close my legs.
Balor barks at me, “Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Show me what I did to you.” He motions for me to spread my legs.
As soon as I comply, he dives forward and licks me clean with such voracity, I come again from the sheer dirtiness.
“Good girl,” he mutters and then sits back. “Jesus, you’re amazing.”
Me? He could be a model carved from marble with that chest and those abs of utter perfection.