Page 136 of Red Marked

I mewl, my eyes closing and my breath catching.

“Unless you can be very quiet.”

He gets a hand under one thigh and lifts it, opening me up.

“You heard the male, Star.” His mouth is at my ear.

He thrusts into me.

Holy shit.

My mouth falls open. He’s so deep.

There’s still nothing gradual about it. He’s all the way in.

I love it.

He slides in and out…slowly…ever so slowly. It’s maddening.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.”

I whimper.

“I’m going to make you come really hard, and you can’t make a sound.”

I make a noise of agreement.

I need it.

I have to have it.

Then he starts to fuck me. Hard. His hips slam into my ass, and his hand goes around my front, his finger lands on my clit and starts to rub, and there is nothing for me to hold on to. There’s just the wall. I get my palms flat on it and push back into him, and he grunts and gives me more.

My eyes are wide open. I’m panting, in and out through my nose, fast. A sound starts up in my chest, and I bite it back.

“Quiet.” His voice is a scrape.

I nod against the wall.

It’s impossible. It’s the most impossible thing I have ever tried to do. He’s pounding into me, that finger never letting up, and my whole body wants to scream, and I can’t. I press my lips together. I bite them. The noise pushes up my throat, and I swallow it, and swallowing it does something. It doubles back. It has nowhere to go, so it goes inward, and the pleasure winds tighter, hotter. It piles up somewhere low and deep. It starts pulling in like a fist inside me.

“Are you going to come for me?” His teeth graze my ear. “Nice and quiet?”

I nod. I can’t stop nodding.

“Show me.”

His finger presses harder. His cock drives into me. I coil and coil and coil and then I let go, gritting my teeth.

My orgasm hits me so hard that I’d be on the floor if he wasn’t holding me up, one arm locked around my hips, and he keeps thrusting straight through it. I’m shaking. My mouth is open against the wall, and nothing is coming out. My pussy locks down around him in these deep, rolling pulls that don’t stop. He doesn’t let them stop. Every time I start to come down, his finger circles again, and it spikes, and I’m back at the top, hanging there.

I haven’t caught my breath. He’s still hard inside me, and he slides out and turns me around, and before my back has even touched the wall, he’s hooked my knee over his elbow and lifted me. Both legs, now. Around his waist. He lines himself up and thrusts in, and my whole body seizes around him.

I’m looking at him.

He’s looking at me.

His face is inches from mine, flushed and slick with sweat, his jaw set so hard the muscle is jumping. His eyes don’t leave mine. Not once. He pulls back and drives in, and my back drags up the wall, and he does it again. He’s watching my face when he does it. Watching what it does to me.