Page 19 of Empire
He does just that, not stopping until he’s fully seated inside of me, and I let out a gasp, my pussy already pulsating around him. I mean, fuck, I can practically feel him in my throat, and he hasn’t even started fucking me yet. But as if on cue, he draws back until his tip is just inside me, and with a delicious thrust, he slams right back into me.
“Goddamn,” he grunts and I cry out for more.
“Again.”
He continues to fuck me, thrusting in and out as my clit screams for attention. I pull against my binds, needing to be touched, but he’s right there, releasing my hips, one hand on my ass, the other curling over my hip and dropping between my legs.
He rubs his fingers over my clit in small, firm circles and my eyes roll to the back of my head, even more so as his other hand starts exploring. I feel him moving around, his fingers plunging into my pussy right along with his cock, stretching me even wider before gliding up to my ass and pushing them inside.
“Holy shit,” I curse, every inch of my body drowning in his unbelievable pleasure. He was right. Up until this moment, I’ve been fucked by nothing but immature boys who knew nothing about a woman’s body, but Dalton Eros—goddamn. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to touch me, how to fuck me, and how to make me scream. This is the pure, honest-to-God meaning of being fucked by a real man.
He takes me faster, my body right on the edge when he starts to rock his hips, his piercing rubbing me just the right way, hitting that spot over and over again. I grip the pole, needing to dig my fingers into something, needing a release for this undeniable pleasure.
My body is wound so tight, every inch of me screaming out of desperation, and with one final thrust, I come harder than I’ve ever come before. “Oh fuck, Dalton,” I cry out as my orgasm tears through my body, my pussy convulsing around him. Electricity pulses through my veins, through my arms, into my fingers, and back down to my core. I clench my eyes, my toes curling with satisfaction, and as Dalton keeps working my ass, cunt, and clit, the high just keeps coming.
It’s like fireworks being let off inside my body, my pussy spasms like never before, but as he keeps fucking me, keeps thrusting in and out, my world continues to be blown.
Moments pass, and as I finally start coming down, every inch of my skin becomes sensitive to his touch, and as if reading my body, he eases up, releasing me from his sweet torture. His fingers drop away from my clit and return to my hip, his fingers digging in as those desperate groans and grunts start getting louder.
I clench around him, knowing he’s close and wanting to feel him come undone inside of me, I push back, taking him deeper. It takes only two more thrusts until he’s right there with me, coming hard and shooting his warm load into me all over again.
His fingers relax on my hip as he lets out a heavy pant. “Fuck, Firefly. That’s gotta be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever sunk into.” I nod, barely able to form a single word as he remains seated deep inside of me. He pushes against me, forcing me to step into the pole so I can straighten up, but he keeps his hand on my bare ass. “Just so you know, I plan on claiming that too.”
I drop my head back against his shoulder, barely able to keep myself up as he slowly pushes in and out of my pussy like a soft, seductive massage. “There’s no way in hell that monster will fit in my ass. You’ll tear me apart.”
Dalton laughs, his breath brushing across my skin as he brings his hand up to cup my tit, his thumb circling my nipple and watching as it pebbles beneath his touch. “Wanna fucking bet?” he challenges. “You can handle it.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. There’s just no way, but I like that he thinks so highly of me.
A moment passes as we each catch our breath and before I know it, his other hand slides back down my body. He keeps moving in and out of me, lazy, pleasurable strokes, and I let out a satisfied sigh as his fingers find my clit. He rubs slow circles, and despite just how hard I came, he works my body up again.
Dalton continues teasing my nipple, playing with it as though it were the most intriguing thing he’s ever seen. Then just like that, I come again, my whole world completely blinded by unadulterated pleasure.
Letting me come down from my high, Dalton pulls free of me and steps back, giving me a moment to find myself before he moves around the pole and takes my wrists. He unties my ruined shirt while keeping his sharp, skillful gaze locked on mine. Not a single word passes between us, but each of our thoughts are loud and clear—that was simply amazing.
“I’ve fucked around with plenty of chicks,” he tells me. “But none of them feel as fucking good as you do.”
“Wow,” I say with a stupid smirk. “Smart man. Boasting about all the chicks he’s been with just seconds after fucking me bareback. Remind me to go and get tested tomorrow.”
Dalton laughs as my hands fall free, and he steps in toward me. “I wasn’t trying to boast about the fact I’ve been a fucking whore. I was trying to explain how that sweet little cunt of yours fit around me like a fucking glove and that I plan on sinking into it every damn chance I get. Morning, noon, or fucking night, I’m gonna be right there, spreading those pretty thighs, and you better be ready for me because I won’t be holding back. You and me, we’re about to make magic.”
Holding his stare, I soften my gaze, letting him see just how ready I am. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” I tell him. “But if I get even a hint that you’re getting attached, I’ll cut you off cold turkey. I’m not interested in becoming someone’s girlfriend. I’m happy to fuck around, but that’s as far as we go.”
“Same rules apply for you,” he says, that same stupid smirk reflected on his face. “I’m not one to talk myself up, but I’m a pretty fucking awesome guy. You’re the one at risk of falling in love with me.”
I scoff, reaching for my pants and quickly stepping into them. “Oh, you’re not one to talk yourself up?” I question, both of us knowing damn well that’s all he’s been doing since the moment I met him, though for once, a guy actually followed through with his promises and I wasn’t left disappointed. “Could have fooled me.”
Dalton laughs and strides past me, finding his shirt and tossing it to me before grabbing his pants. I hook my bra and pull his shirt over my head, his heavenly scent wrapping around me. We cut back across the court and he grabs the ball, shooting one last hoop before chasing after it and putting it back where he found it.
I stand over my discarded kebab, my heart breaking as it stares back at me. “Do you think it’s still good to eat?”
“It’s your funeral,” he tells me. “Personally, I’d still eat it. But I want it stated, if it goes right through you and you start shitting yourself, I’m ditching you on the side of the road. I didn’t sign up for that, and Candice sure as fuck didn’t either.”
My brows furrow as I glance up at him. “Candice?”
“Ahh, and here I was thinking you weren’t the jealous type.”
“I’m not, but when you mention a name I don’t know, it’s only human to be curious.”
