Page 60 of Crave Me
“You want to come?”
“Yes,” I begged, tears dripping down my cheeks. I licked them off my lips, tasted my own salty tears. The pain from his belting was sublime. Too intense to describe and yet all of it made me hot in a way I’d never imagined. Brilliant light flashed behind my closed lids as I tried to take it all in. “Please let me come,” I begged.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I cried. The loss of him more painful than his final strike.
“Eight, sir.” I panted, my chin quivering ferociously. It hurt to lose him. Hurt to think I’d disappointed him.
He covered me, pushing my dress up and adjusting my shoulders above my head. His erection brushed against my back as he undressed me with purpose and efficient movements.
“You’ve pleased me,” he murmured, brushing hair off my wet cheeks, exposing my face to him. “And now I’m going to please you. But you still may not come until I say so.”
Oh God, it was going to kill me.
He drove inside of me, already sheathed and hard. Large and thick, he stretched me more than his fingers had done. My breath stalled while I took him in, so deep he hit the end of me.
My fingers clawed into the couch and I reached back to touch him but he bent over me, pinning my hands together beneath one of his.
“Don’t move,” he grunted, pulling out and thrusting in again. “I tell you when to come, trust me to take you there.”
He already had, multiple times, but still, I nodded, begged him again for release.
“You’ll have it,” he whispered, his lips at my ear. “You have me.”
Oh, God. It was all I wanted. Him. Simon Delgado. Just him. My body went flaming hot with desire as he moved quickly. His grunts filled the room, the movements quick and hard and gave me an entire different idea of what being worshipped could be like.
He worshipped me with leather belts and rough hands and his body covering me, pinning me so all I could do was take it. My fingers clawing fabric to stave off my climax, his hand snuck around to my front and undid me. It was the pinch of his fingers on my clit, the grind of his palm against my mound, and the slap of his balls against me that sent me rushing toward euphoria.
“Please, please, please,” I begged and chanted. Mindless. I was mindless.
“Now,” he groaned. “And say my fucking name.”
I did. I screamed his name and please and thank you andohmyGodandholyshituntil words became sounds and sounds became whimpers. Blinding white light and symphonies of his grunts in my ears continued while he slammed into me, his fingers plucking my clit like his favorite instrument. I came, seeing stars, until he rode me through every shuddering breath and seated himself deep inside me.
“Fucking hell, what you do to me, Chloe.”
