Page 49 of Entranced

“Absolutely nothing. You just lie here and I’m going to do all the work.”

He got up and removed her shoes, kissing her feet then trailing his lips up one thigh, taking a quick bite, which elicited a squeak of surprise, and repeating the action up the other. She tried to sit up but he pressed her back down. “You stay where I put you, and take what I give you.”

Her sigh of exasperation went straight to his cock, the sound bringing it to life. His little sadistic heart loved to torture.

He turned her over and unzipped the dress, pulling it down her body and hooking his fingers in her panties as he went down. The sigh turned into a moan, egging him on.

Her skin was so soft he couldn’t keep his hands off her, the impulse to touch, to kiss, to bite overtaking him. Unhooking her bra, he almost ripped it off, gripped by a primal urge to claim her, to impress upon her in all ways that she was his.

Grabbing a breast in his hand, he squeezed and lashed the nipple with his tongue then sucked it into his mouth, biting softly even though he felt compelled to clamp down hard on the peaked bud. She bucked up against him, clasping her hands around his neck, pressing her breast against his mouth.

He accepted her invitation, biting hard while caressing the bud with his tongue.

“Oh my God, Ellison. Yes!”

He had to have more. After treating her other breast in the same brutal fashion, he trailed his mouth down her torso, nipping and sucking at her flesh till he reached her mound. He could no longer be gentle, going straight for her clit, trapping it between his teeth. She screamed out her orgasm as he tortured her tender nub with his tongue and pumped two fingers inside her wet passage.

As soon as she settled back down, he grunted, “I want another,” and revved up his ministrations once again.

“I can’t. I’m lucky I had the first one!”

“You can and you will.”

He sucked and nipped and caressed until he felt her tense up again, then he bit down on her clit. She exploded, her muscles clenching fiercely as her breath seemed to leave her body.

As she came down this time, he rose and bent over her, whispering, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He tore off his clothes, dropping them to the floor in a heap, then covered her body with his. She was coated in a sheen of sweat, her body still trembling from aftershocks.

“Are you ready for me to take you, Teigen? To make you mine?”

“God, yes!”

Thank fuck!

“I’m warning you. It won’t be gentle.”

Teigen rose and bit his lip. “Good. So do it already!”

“That’s my girl!”

He laughed as he rammed into her sweet warm pussy, her muscles clamping around his cock as though they would never let him go. As promised, he didn’t hold back, impaling her over and over again in a relentless rhythm. Her moans accelerated until she screamed her orgasm, her muscles gripping him so tightly it only took a few more thrusts before he followed her over.

It took him a few moments to recover enough to roll off her and pull her into his arms. She crumpled against him like a rag doll, as spent as he was.

He’d shocked himself. He’d never lost control like that, always being so careful to be attentive to his subs needs in a rehearsed dance of seduction. Teigen brought out his most carnal instincts, consuming him in a haze of desire so strong, he couldn’t hold back.

Her rhythmic breathing clued him in to the fact that she was asleep. He basked in the bliss of the evening and followed her into slumber.

* * *

Teigen

Teigen woke the next morning in a cocoon of warmth, both physical and mental. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so peaceful. As she began to move, her aching body reminded her of the night’s activities, bringing a smile to her face. She stretched out and took a deep Yoga breath.

Ellison stirred beside her, wrapped his arm around her, and tweaked her nipple, eliciting a contented moan.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.