Page 53 of Strong and Wild

He closes his eyes again, and it gives me the opportunity to appreciate how distinctive and masculine his face is. His strong jawline, those sharp cheekbones, and the way they tense and release as his mouth moves against me. The coil inside me winds tighter, my body clenches to combat it, which doesn’t seem to work in my favor. It only brings me closer to the edge of nirvana.Relax. Relax!

His hands glide down the inside of my thighs and pause just above my knees. When he looks up at me again, he pushes them open wider and unleashes the full force of what his mouth can do. He sucks hard, pulling at my clit with his lips. His fingers dig into my thighs while his thumbs stroke over the painful stretch. It intensifies every sensation. I’m practically panting, but I can’t look away. The corner of his eyes crinkle, and his eyes dance with gratification as he notices how affected I am. I only have seconds left before I combust, but I’m no coward, if he makes me come, I will look him in the eye while it happens.

His expression turns menacing when he sees how hard I’m fighting this and that’s all it takes to break me, I whimper and immediately slap my hand over my mouth and look at the ceiling, just in case he didn’t notice.

He did.

I try to stop it, but I can’t. I’ve already lost, and the floodgates of pleasure burst open now that I’m no longer holding back. My legs shake under his grip, and I cry out. My climax is violent.

He doesn’t stop, but he doesn’t hold back his own sounds anymore either.

“That wasn’t easy for me either.” He groans against my clit and the vibrations make me moan. “Fucking hell, Freya. How can someone so feisty have a pussy this sweet?”

The game is over. He won, I came. This should be the end, but he’s not stopping, and I’m not going to ask him to. There’s a strange high from losing to him. Why does the idea of him defeating me make my skin buzz? It’s turning me on all over again.What is Rhys doing to me?I like being strong and in control. I get off on being bossy and making others submit, so why am I loving this so much?

The noise he made tasting that bread can’t compare to the sounds he’s making now. This man isverbal.

“You want another one, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod like an idiot. I don’t even try to stand up to him anymore. “Make me come.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please.” I can’t believe I said please. To Rhys.

“You want my fingers this time?”

More nodding. I don’t care, I need to get off.

He slides in one finger. I moan, it’s the penetration I’ve been needing. He adds another, and his thick digits fill me up.

“Of course you’re this tight, I knew you would be.” He grazes his teeth over me, as if he’s itching to bite down. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck this sweet, tight cunt, and you’re going to drench my cock with your cum.”

I’m struggling to breathe, unable to repress every gasp of pleasure that escapes my lips. I can’t stop watching. I want more. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, but that’s not happening today. When I fuck you, I’m taking my time.” He continues. “And I’ve got a flight that leaves in a few hours.”

My head lolls back to the table, and my jaw tics. The disappointment on my face only seems to entertain him. He casually smirks. “Yeah, I know your secret, Freya. You act big and bad, but deep down, you’re so fucking desperate and needy. You want someone who’s strong enough to put you in your place.” He chuckles.

His fingers crook inside me, and I sob. I reach up and grab the edge of the table behind my head, holding on as the second orgasm swells.

Then he actually laughs at me. “Look at you, I can already feel you locking up. You want to come so bad, don’t you? Just do it, you’re too weak to fight this. We both know you want it.”

I use the leverage of my arms against the table to grind myself on his hand.

“That’s it...” He tilts his head and smiles, he’s so fucking smug. Then uses his other thumb to press against my asshole. My need is overwhelming, it’s the sweetest agony. His mouth returns, licking and sucking, working in tandem with his fingers.

“Oh my god,” I moan.I want to scream.

A growl rips from his throat as I teeter on the edge of climax.

Legs quaking, my body attempts to curl in on itself. The orgasm crashes into me. I try to force my thighs together, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Rhys!”

My breath turns ragged as pure pleasure takes over my body.

“There she is,” he drawls as I come on his hand. “So pretty.”