“Mark.” She gasped as her back arched, and she started to come.
“Oh no.” He chuckled cruelly. “You don’t get to come without me little bird. You riled the beast. Now you feed him.”
At his words the flames surrounding her exploded, the heat scorching her skin as he twisted them taking her to the floor. Her knees hit the ground as his hand came around to undo her pants, his other, the one still fisted in her hair, pulled her back till she was arched.
“Finger your pussy.” He growled and she just about lost it, her hand instantly going between her legs to do what he said.
“Mark.” She moaned as she started flicking faster.
“Don’t come.”
“Mark.”
“Don’t come.” His hand went to her breast, twisting her nipple.
“Mark, I can’t …”
“Don’t. Come.” He yanked her head to the side and nipped at her neck.
She felt the slow build start to crest and knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on any longer.
“Mark.” She moaned again, her voice cracking.
Like he knew that she was on the edge, he moved them. Quicker than she could blink he had her bent over, her head down, her ass up, and he was there.
In one thrust.
Filling her.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he slid home, and she met him with a moan of her own.
He stilled inside of her and leaned over till he was at her ear.
“Now you can come little bird.”
Thrust after thrust he pounded into her.
No mercy.
The beast was there ready to be let loose.
And shelovedit.
He tilted his hips and that was all she could take. She was there at the top cresting, before she tilted and fell knowing he would catch her.
And just like always, he did.
Burning.
Hot.
Searing.
Like it always was.
Never enough.
He grunted as he stilled inside of her, their heavy breathing filling the room, as she let her body sag. The adrenaline of everything, the orgasm, leaving her a melted heap.
