“I don’t know if my pussy can handle that,” I tell him honestly. I’m sore in a way I didn’t know was possible, and I suspect the constant edging played a part in it. Not that I didn’t love every second, because I sure as hell did, but he’s going to need to give me more time to recover than just a couple of hours.
“Your pussy will handle whatever I give her.” He slips his hand between us and dips his fingers into my panties with ease. “God, you’re so fucking wet, Ember. How am I meant to give you time to recover when you’re always dripping for me? When your pussy is clearly desperate for my cock?”
A soft moan tumbles from my lips as he presses two fingers inside me and grinds his palm against my sensitive clit.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Orion, we can’t do this here. What if someone sees?”
“Then they’ll know you’re mine.” He shrugs as he doubles his efforts, thrusting his fingers against the place inside me that threatens to set me off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “Should I let you come, Ember? Or should I bring you to the edge and send you into the meeting aching?”
“Please don’t,” I plead. “I can’t handle being edged right now.”
He chuckles. “But you love it so much. Your pussy loves when I deny her.”
I don’t respond because I’d be lying if I disagreed. Delayed gratification has quickly become as addictive as any drug I’ve heard of, and from experience, I know it’s just as hard a habit to break.
“You’re squeezing my fingers so hard, Ember. God, I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”
I moan, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip to stop myself from begging for him to fuck me. Because the truth is, I want that so badly right now I can barely breathe.
Orion curses and tugs his fingers free before making quick work of his belt and zipper.
“We can’t do this here,” I breathe, my protest weak at best.
“Little Flame, there’s not a place on this earth I wouldn’t fuck you.” He positions himself at my entrance and tugs my hips down, not giving me any time to adjust as he fucks up into me. “This is going to be quick, so I suggest you come or you’ll be going into the meeting with an aching pussy full of my cum.”
His filthy words are all I need to throw me over the edge, tearing a scream from me I would be embarrassed about if I weren’t so overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” Orion groans against the shell of my ear. “I’ll never get sick of feeling you clench around my cock. Your pussy was made for me. Made for me to fuck. Made for my cock. Made. For. Me.” His grip on my hips borders on pain as he fucks me relentlessly, using my body to get himself off, and I fucking love it.
I don’t know what that says about me, but I lock away the thought as another orgasm begins to build.
“Are you going to come again, greedy girl?” He chuckles. “Of course you are. My whore loves to be treated like a fuck doll, don’t you, Ember?”
“Yes,” I cry out. “Fuck yes.”
Orion wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly until black spots dance in my vision.
“Better come for me, Ember, because you won’t be taking another breath until your cunt is milking my cock,” he growls.
It occurs to me that I should be panicked, but I’m not. There’s just me and Orion and my pleasure, and before I realize what’s happening, my entire body tightens as another release rips through me.
He releases my throat just as my orgasm crests, and the combination of the release and the sudden air filling my lungs makes my pleasure drag on for so long I can’t tell if it’s one orgasm or several back to back.
“Fuck yes. Fuck. Ember.” He thrusts up into me at the same time as he slams me down. The obscene sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the space, along with my desperate cries. “Take my cum, Little Flame. Let me fill your needy pussy so everyone knows who you belong to.”
His cock throbs inside me as his release fills my battered pussy, his thrusts savage in a way that should scare me, but if anything, it only excites me.
Once he’s spent, I rest my cheek against his chest, allowing us both a moment to catch our breath.
“You’re so perfect, Ember,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
“It’s the post orgasm haze talking,” I joke despite how much I wish his words were true.
But the truth is, I’m just a passing fascination to him, and as soon as I give up the chase, he’ll find someone new.
The thing I don’t understand is, why does that make my heart ache?
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
