His permission was all I needed to throw me over the edge.
Light burst before my eyes in the pitch-black room, and a cry worked its way up my throat, though it never sounded with his hand tightening over my mouth. Ecstasy burst through every nerve ending, and I clawed at Sasha, not sure if I was trying to pull him closer or force him away. The sensations were overwhelming as my orgasm gripped me in a chokehold, leaving me trembling in his arms.
Tears leaked from my eyes, and my chest heaved, lungs burning as I was unable to take a deep enough breath with my mouth covered.
I was still in a daze, coming down from the heights of pleasure Sasha drove me to without having to try, when he slipped his fingers from inside me, and the sound of a zipper caught my attention. That was the jolt back to reality I needed.
Thrashing, I tried to get his attention, screaming into his palm.
“Shh, baby. Relax. You know I’ll take good care of you.”
When his bare cock grazed my slit and he kicked my legs apart to create more room, I knew I had only one option left. Opening my mouth, I worked my jaw forward enough to clamp down with my teeth.
“Fuck,” Sasha hissed, removing his hand on reflex.
“Condom.” My voice was hoarse, no doubt from my silenced screams.
His chest rumbled so loud that I let out a frightened squeak.
The man clearly had some kind of breeding kink—note to self: fact-check his claim that he doesn’t have an army of baby mamas waiting in the wings—but I wasn’t letting it slide again. I had to protect myself, and the morning-after pill wasn’t a long-term birth control solution.
“I have some at home. We can go—”
The hand was slapped back over my mouth. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m using rubbers you boughtfor another man.” The wetness hitting my face was definitely spit from him snarling those words.
My eyes widened even though I couldn’t see a thing.
Oh shit, he’s angry.
Gearing up to bite him again because it seemed he was intent on ignoring my demand, relief surged through my veins when the sound of a foil wrapper ripping reached my ears.
Fingers dug into my hip, sliding down my thigh until it was hitched over his hip. I gasped when the tip of his cock nudged my entrance.
“I was going to work myself in slowly, give you a minute to adjust, but for that little stunt, I’m gonna shove it in, and you’re gonna take it. Every. Last. Inch.”
Oh God. If he did that, he’d split me in two.
I tried to voice my objections, but the breath was stolen from my lungs when he made good on this promise, his cock forcing inside with a single thrust.
Pain won out over pleasure as I struggled to accommodate his size. The burning stretch became my sole focus, and I wondered if I was going to walk away from this in one piece.
Not likely.
“Fuck. I forgot how tight you are.” Sasha’s words came out strained. “I’m not going to last long.”
Thank God for small favors. My pussy was going to be ripped to shreds from even sixty seconds of this torture.
His hips pulled back before snapping forward again, with such force that my body thumped against the door at my back, and I shrieked—not that anyone could hear it—digging my fingers into his forearm pinned to my chest.
Long strands of his hair brushed against my face, his body jolting as he thrust, each one punctuated by a low grunt.
The tips of his fingers dug into my cheeks, his hold tightening as he rasped, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To be my little fuck doll instead of my girlfriend, right?”
Heat rushed through me at the idea of being used solely for sexual pleasure. It turned me on to the point where the pain faded away, and I was able to relax into the pleasure, the base of his cock rubbing against my clit with each pass in this position.
The dull thud of my body hitting the door repeatedly drowned out my muffled moans.
“I’ll never get enough of this. Of your tight little pussy choking the life out of my cock,” Sasha gritted out, hot in my ear. “Never, do you hear me?
