Page 88 of Play Room Actor

“It’s mine!”

Kilian lifted my hips higher and settled into a relentless rhythm that stole the air from my lungs. Again and again, he hit that spot inside me that drove me completely wild.

“And then you go and do some dumb shit and show up here,” he snarled.

His voice grew more menacing, his thrusts more brutal. He jostled my legs back, leaned over me, and wrapped his hand around my throat.

I couldn’t comprehend what was happening anymore.

For a fleeting moment, I considered yelling out “Horatio” to make him stop—not because I wanted it to end. The thought of what came next already filled me with panic.

But I couldn’t and didn’t attempt to stop him. Being completely at his mercy sent a rush through me like nothing I’d ever felt before—and that was with only two glasses of vodka in my system. Nothing more.

I’d thought the vodka was why the Viagra hadn’t worked, but the truth was clearly something else. My cock throbbed, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

My brain had shut down. All I wanted was to come.

The lack of oxygen made me feel lightheaded as Kilian, relentless and primal, drove me hard toward the edge.

Suddenly, I lost all control over my body. I cried out as Kilian released his grip on my throat. Gasping for air, I writhed, overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm.

My muscles clenched, my head tipped back, and my chest arched upward. I came in powerful, pulsing waves, hot droplets landing on my stomach. Tears welled in my eyes, and one even slipped free, trickling down my right temple.

I wiped it away, my chest heaving.

I wasn’t even close to being done and was glad Kilian still had me in his grasp. When I turned to him, he thrust his hips hard against mine again.

“Now I’ll give you the rest,” he growled.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he moved me closer to the edge of the bed. Then he fucked me in a way I never thought possible.

It was raw. Primal.

It was as if something had taken over him. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in my ears, and somehow, I got hard again. Tears streamed freely down my face as I surrendered to the pleasure consuming me.

“Yes,” I moaned, clutching the sheets. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t worry,” he snarled. “This will be the last time. Then you’ll get what you wanted.”

I blinked at him. “What?”

“Don’t talk,” he ordered, picking up the pace.

I was utterly captivated, unable to recognize him. There was something unhinged in his eyes, like a beast had crawled out from the deepest, darkest part of his soul and taken over.

He was obsessed.

Manic.

All of a sudden, his body tensed. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned, leaning forward.

In this new position, he hit my sweet spot again, making me writhe beneath him. Could I really come again?

This time, he let me. I reached down to stroke myself, and I couldn’t believe it when another orgasm rippled through me. Kilian came too, groaning loudly as he spilled inside me.

For a moment, I felt a strange peace, coming down together while I could still feel him pulsing inside me. But then he pulled out and turned away. He tossed the condom into the trash can by the door and put his clothes back on.

“Kilian,” I said, sitting up. “Can’t we—”