Page 41 of Brutal Sin
She shook her head, speechless at the ferocity in his eyes. She couldn’t think past his touch, the wicked stroke of her G-spot, and the palm massaging her breast. She kept her ass off the bed, each second making her climb higher in search ofmore.
“Tell me.” He glanced at the clock, unhurried as he massaged and coaxed.
They had to be running out of time, but he didn’t rush. There was no frantic pace, only a slow build to the perfect rhythm.
“Fucking tell me, Ella, or I stop.” His movements slowed, inspiring panic.
“No, don’t.” Her voice broke. “I want this,” she admitted. “I wantyou.”
“How?” he snapped.
She continued to shake her head. If she pictured the ways in which she needed him—visualized the two of them together—she’d come. And she wanted that… But she didn’t want it, too.
Notyet.
He growled and shoved another finger inside her, her pussy now stretched around four digits. He worked her hard, making her legs burn, her body sweat. He slid his other hand from her breast, over her collarbone, this time stopping at her throat. He held her there, pushing her toward mindlessness with the tight grasp of dominance.
She was close. Her orgasm within a flick of those fingers.
Then he paused.
Fucking stopped.
For seconds or minutes, she didn’tknow.
“If you don’t tell me your dirty thoughts, I don’t make you feel good.” He appeared to lack concern over the approaching deadline, even though his chest heaved and his eyes blazed. “So, keep talking, sweetheart, or thisends.”
“Oh, God,” she pleaded, the tingle of bliss fading. She couldn’t let it go. Refused. “I never want you to stop touching me. I want to feel you everywhere,” she rambled. “I want you to fuck me. And I want it to be hard. So hard it hurts.” She wasn’t a masochist. Slaps and pinches weren’t her thing. The excitement revolved around harsh penetration and vicious thrusts. The thrill of helplessness in the arms of a strong man. “You’d fuck my pussy… My mouth.”
His nostrils flared as he groaned. Slowly, the grasp around her throat tightened, increasing her heartbeat. Then the fingers in her cunt twitched. Both sensations were profound on their own. Together they were an exquisite surge of sensation.
She bucked, demanding more. “Then you’d fuck myass.”
The pulse inside her quickened. The squeeze at her throat tightened. His focus held more intent than she’d ever received from him before. Frustration and delirious lust built in those eyes—overher.
He wanted to be inside her, just as much as she needed him there.
She grinned with the knowledge. The pleasure doubled. Multiplied. His fingers kept pace. She whimpered, the sound turning into a mewl. A scream. She tensed, every inch of her becoming a slave to the first pulse of orgasm bursting forward, making herbuck.
He didn’t stop as she spasmed, calling his name, arching her back. Over and over, he continued to work her, until the pulses lessened. Even then, he didn’t stop. In fact, he did the opposite, pressing harder on her clit, spreading her pussy wider.
Another wave hit, blindsiding in its attack.
This orgasm was short but more surprising. The pleasure a breath-taking hit before an equally shocking vacuum. She was capable of multiplesnow?
She panted through the delirium and slumped against the mattress. When he released her throat, she fought not to show her disappointment. That hold had been transforming. A grasp of nirvana. And those fingers. Damn him. They still gently stroked inside her, not letting the bliss entirely fade while his other palm trailed along her sternum, her stomach.
Too much talent had been given to this man. Too much god-like finesse for someone entirely undeserving.
As if reading her mind, his lips quirked. “Are you ready to apologize for doubting my skills, Ella?”
