The smaller plug went back in, and he folded her legs back again, until she was practically bowed in half. He stood over her and angled his cock downward into her pussy. He groaned and gritted his teeth as he convinced her body to take him. The tight fit intensified the buzzing in her ass.
“Fuck. Fuck. What the hell was I thinking?” His teeth were clenched, and his fingers dug cruelly into her flesh. “You’re so fucking tight. And the vibe . . .” He moved cautiously until her body relaxed around him, then fucked her hard and fast, his face right above her now, his gaze locked on hers. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby. Do you have another one for me?”
“No!” she lied.
Master stopped, then started to fuck her slow, but so hard that each thrust rattled her teeth. Oh fuck. He hit her G-spot and the hazy, befuddled subspace glow grew, making her thoughtless—helpless. Her clit was being squeezed by rough fingers, and her body rose up higher to meet his pounding rhythm. She came when he did, yelling in her ear, beating her into the chaise with his body. She took all of it. His fingers clenched convulsively on her abused clit, and she came again, her whole body a throbbing, sticky ache.
The last orgasm sent her off into a hazed, blissful world.
She was His. And she never wanted to wake up.
Chapter Twelve
Ambrose sat in the passenger seat and tried to slow down his heart. Banner’s car crunched along the snow-packed streets far too slowly. He was tempted to tell his friend to pull over and let him take the wheel, but that would probably just end up with him getting a speeding ticket.
“If you’re that nervous, maybe it’s too soon,” Konstantin grumbled from the backseat.
Fucking Konstantin. “I know you don’t get it, but I’m not in the mood for advice right now. Besides, I’m not about to take advice from a guy who’s planning to marry a complete stranger.”
Kon chuckled. “Everly is hardly more than a stranger to you. You’ve known her what . . . four months?”
“So? Sometimes these things happen.” Ambrose’s hands linked together, fought each other. He didn’t know what to do with himself. Being a passenger always made him antsy, but today was worse. “I knew she was mine the first day I met her. If anything, I feel like I’ve been dragging my feet on this too long. Sometimes you have to do the right thing, even if it seems crazy.”
“Is lying to her ‘doing the right thing,’ too? Odd,” Konstantin mused, his voice sardonic.
Ambrose frowned out the window, but said nothing. He didn’t want to think about that.
To take his mind off things, he contemplated the details of the new contract he’d signed right before the guys had picked him up, and wondered if he should tell his HR rep to hire a few more drivers. Drivers for other companies checked in regularly, hoping to get their foot in the door with Langly. Thankfully, having a good reputation as an employer meant never being short-handed.
A million years later, Banner pulled into the driveway of a modest brick bungalow and put the car in PARK.
“Here?” Ambrose raised an eyebrow. “It looks so . . . normal.”
“And what? We don’t?” Konstantin leaned over the seat and looked Ambrose up and down. “Hey, Master Ambrose, who let you out of the house without your leather pants? And where’s your whip?”
“I’ll show it to you later.” Ambrose winked at him, and Kon rubbed the top of his head affectionately.
Banner shook his head. “I can’t take you two assholes anywhere. Now be polite.”
“Speaking of assholes, did Everly give hers up for you yet?”
Ambrose glared at Konstantin. He wasn’t about to share the intimate details of his relationship with her.
“Ow. Enough with the ‘fuck off and die’ eyes. I just wanted to know when you’re going to share her with me. You like DP, and you always share girls with me.”
An unfamiliar jealousy gnawed at him. It was true that he and Konstantin usually thought nothing of sharing girls, but Everly was a different story. “You touch her and I’ll kill you.”
“Calm the fuck down.” Kon grimaced at him. “Like I’d touch her without your permission, suka.”
They got out of the car and walked to the door, both of them in a sullen silence.
Banner was trying to swallow his amusement.
“What’s so funny?” Ambrose grumbled. “Other than that bitch calling me a bitch?”
“You. This must be serious, if you’re not willing to share.”
“Being in love makes you grumpy and selfish,” Kon said. “I won’t bring it up again, but if you change your mind, I’m more than willing. She’s got curves in all the best places.”