Page 59 of Beguiled
“Oh. Oh!” I threw my head back and as soon as I did, he wrapped his other arm around my throat, forcing my head to rest on his shoulder. His hold was firm, keeping me tightly against him as he licked the shell of my ear.
The combination was so amazing I drifted straight into ecstasy.
There was nothing like floating down from heightened bliss, not bothering to feel the need to think clearly. My eyes were still closed, the warmth of our bodies like a soft blanket enveloping me. But the hunger had barely been fed, another wave of desire sweeping through me like the climax had done before.
“Fuck me,” I managed.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me. I need you inside of me. Please. Just fuck me.”
“Are you certain about that?” His voice was husky, sounding different than before.
Just like the night he’d gone from being a stranger to my ultimate fantasy.
As soon as I lifted my eyelids, our eyes locked together in the mirror, the reflection undeniable, and I nodded. “Right now.”
“I guess the lady deserves to have what she craves. For a price.”
Another tease. Or perhaps a maddening threat. I just didn’t care. “Whatever you want.”
“Be careful. I will hold you to that.”
With his arm still wrapped around my neck, he gripped my hip with the other until his fingers dug into my flesh. I had no doubt he’d leave bruises as a souvenir and that’s exactly what I wanted.
The need for him was insatiable, becoming unbearable with every passing second. And I could swear he knew what he was doing to me. As he kept his cock only partially inside, I was struggling to push back against him. Every time I did so, he pulled out by a few centimeters.
Every muscle ached including those in my pussy. His erection was massive. Even now, throbbing with purpose inside. While my chest was heaving, every breath he took was calm, collected.
“Ask nicely,” he said in his quiet way, the same one as when asking me to stay up for two days straight to create a new report.
Oops. I had a feeling he wouldn’t get the latest one on time. The amusement flickering in his eyes was bolder than before. As always happened when I was in his presence, his arrogance pushed me to a point that I could easily regret what I said or did.
“No. Forget it.” With a savage push of my hips, I shoved him backwards by a couple of feet. I’d be damned if he didn’t allow me to slip past him.
Or so I’d thought.
With a snap of his hand around my arm, a brutal jerk, and a thrust of his cock, he impaled my pussy while capturing me until I was and would be under his full control.
“I didn’t say you were allowed to go anywhere.” With his words little more than a whisper, which I barely heard given my strangled cry of surprise, he made his position perfectly clear.
I was going nowhere.
Not that I wanted to.
No longer could I feel my toes, the impact of having every inch of his dick inside that good. In grasping for every breath of air, I was finally pleasing him with my reaction.
Maybe that’s why I was rewarded with him pulling out, plunging into me again. This time the force slammed me into the edge of the dresser.
He didn’t stop there, pulling out and repeating the action, the expression on his face shifting into darkness. His cock filled me completely, my muscles screaming with joy and from need of relief. But I wasn’t going to get any.
I’d asked for what I wanted and that’s exactly what he was going to give me. He fucked me long and deep while I did what I could to disguise my sounds of pleasure.
Every move he made was forceful, pushing the back of the mirror against the wall with brutal thuds. I pressed and kept my hand on the glass, smiling from the way he was staring at me. As an animal would when feasting on his prey.
We were both sweating, beads glistening on his face as they fell down both sides. I was thrilled with being able to watch him in a different way, making the moment that much more surreal. Hepressed down on the small of my back, holding me in position and the angle such that only my toes were hitting the floor.
Every thrust of his cock was harder.
