Page 37 of Temptress
The sound he made drove me wild. I fisted his hair, jerking his head back and driving my tongue into his mouth.
“I can’t wait,” he demanded, his fingers digging so hard into my skin I knew they’d leave a mark, and instead of it frightening me, it only made me want more. It was like he’d unlocked a brand-new kink in me. Until Silas, I never knew I got off on rough sex and a hint of pain so damn much.
I’d had sex, I’d even had good sex, but none of that had compared to what Silas stirred inside me, and we hadn’t even fucked yet.
Silas released my legs, and the instant my feet touched the ground, he moved us along the wall a few feet and spun me around so that I was facing the wall of mirrors with him at my back. I gripped the barre that extended along the wall and wrapped around the entire room. His fingers wrapped around the hem of my shorts and a second later he ripped them and my thong down my legs. I let out a hiss as the chill in the air-conditioned room skated over my wet, bare folds.
My gaze darted to the door, and I knew Silas’s eyes followed me when a smirk pulled at his lips. He reached between my legs from behind, dragging his fingers through my slickness, coating them. “Does the thought of someone walking in at any moment and seeing you like this turn you on, Sass?” I cried out when he buried two fingers deep, my grip on the barre so tight the color leached from my knuckles as my head fell back against his shoulder. “Does thinking that door could open and someone could see us with my fingers stuffed in your tight, hot pussy get you off?”
And just like that, he unlocked a second kink.
“Silas,” I panted, my tone pleading. My knees trembled, struggling to keep me upright as the walls of my pussy pulsed around his fingers. The need to come was already turning my brain to mush.
“You gonna beg me again like the good girl you are? Beg me to fuck you dirty just like you like?”
“Please,” I whimpered, my eyes pinned to the mirror as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. The instant his erection sprang free my mouth began to water. I’d never seen a more perfect cock in my life. Just the sight of it had the empty throbbing ache return and I knew nothing would help alleviate that pain but to feel him fill me up, inch by inch stretching me to the point of pain.
“I want you to watch as I fuck you, baby. I want your eyes to remain on these mirrors as I make you mine.” Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled a condom out and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as he rolled it down his impressive length.
“Hurry,” I begged, not the least bit ashamed. That was how crazy he made me.
“You want this cock, baby?” He grabbed hold of the base and stroked upward to the tip, his grip harder than I would have dared.
“I do.”
“Say it,” he commanded in a rough, craggy growl. “Tell me to fuck you hard and dirty with my thick cock.”
“Silas, please,” I whimpered. “Fuck me how I like it. Fuck me rough with your cock.Please.”
That was all it took. He fisted the base and lined the fat head up with my opening, and with one powerful thrust, he drove inside me to the hilt. My mouth dropped open on a silent scream as he filled every inch of me. The stretch his huge cock caused burned, but in only a matter of seconds it morphed into a pleasure so intense the edges of my vision blurred.
“Fuckingknew it,” he gritted out. One of his hands held my shoulder, giving him leverage to drive me down as he thrust upward while his other kept a bruising grip on my hip. He powered in and out, his shaft glistening with my arousal beneath the harsh florescent lights. “Fucking knew you’d feel this good. Christ, never felt anything better.”
His jaw ticked and the cord in his neck strained as he lost control, fucking me harder than I’d ever been, giving me that perfect combination of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
Reaching up, he fisted the front of my sports bra and yanked it down, causing my breasts to spill over the top. He groaned as he cupped one in his hand, giving it a squeeze before pinching my sensitive nipple. “Silas, baby. You feel so good,” I mewled, lost to everything but him. His smell, the feel of him, the sight of us together. I’d never seen anything more perfect.
“Need you to get there, baby. I want to feel you flood my cock. Can you do that like my perfect little dirty girl?”
I whimpered, the pressure building inside of me so intense it scared me. “Too much,” I panted. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not,” he coaxed, those hard, driving thrusts making my tits bounce. Each time he pulled out and slammed back in, the crown of his cock dragged over that spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. “You can take it. Let me watch you come apart.”
With one hand still gripping my breast, he slid the other one down and around to where we were connected. The moment the pad of his finger brushed against my clit, I was done for.
My mouth fell open, my lips formed an O as my eyes went wide, and just before he wrenched a scream from deep inside of me, he slammed a hand over my mouth. He muffled my cries with his palm as he fucked me through the most intense, most earth-shattering release of my life. It was so huge, my vision blurred as he continued driving into me, over and over, while circling my clit. I could barely breath by the time he buried himself as deep as he could possibly get and followed me over that edge.
A harsh, feral growl rumbled up his throat as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. We stayed like that as the minutes ticked by, one by one, until we finally came down from the most euphoric high I’d ever experienced.
I let out a satisfied sigh as his mouth latched onto my neck. I shivered as he kissed and sucked that spot, my whole body feeling like an exposed nerve.
“What are you doing?” I asked sounding punch drunk.
Silas lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror. “Told you I’d mark you the next time.” I forgot all about how wild I’d gone the night before and how hard I’d bit into his shoulder to silence my cries. But from the look on his face, he didn’t mind one damn bit. “Now you’re wearing mine while I wear yours.”
My eyes went wide on a bewildered laugh. “So you gave me ahickey? What is this, high school?”
He surprised me by wrapping his arms around me and squeezing, the embrace tender and affectionate, a juxtaposition to what we’d just done together. After holding me like that for a minute, he finally released me and stepped back, his soft cock slipping out of me.