Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

“Do you need a spanking, little gir

l?”

His fingers were out of her now, and he was frowning. He didn’t understand. Her body felt too empty—bereft, desperate for him. She didn’t have the words to explain, but she needed him inside her so bad she wanted to scream and cry. She was completely out of control. Couldn’t think of the words to make him happy.

He levered himself up, settling between her legs, his erection pressed along the crack of her ass. Slowly, he slid up and down, making her even more crazy. Making her body shake for him.

“Please, Luke. Please use my ass.” Oh fuck, had she just yelled that? Mortification filled her, but it only made her hotter for him.

He swore in her ear, and the harshness of his words made her shudder.

“You want me to shove my cock in your little virgin asshole?” he growled in her ear.

Ugh. This man and his dirty mouth. She moaned, shoving back against him impatiently.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Yes, damn it, and she was going to come again before he even got inside her if he didn’t hurry the hell up.

“Please,” she breathed, writhing under the hard weight of his body. So close! Skin skimmed against skin, and his cock slipped maddeningly along her ass.

“Such a horny little slut for me,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she hissed, then held her breath as he repositioned himself. The tip of his cock prodded at her asshole.

“Only for me.”

He was right.

“Only for you.”

Slowly, insistently, he persuaded her anus to stretch around the head of his cock. The sensation was shocking, breath-stealing. She dug her fingers into the cool cotton bedsheets, twisting them as she gritted her teeth. How was his dick so much bigger than two fingers were?

She blinked, staring at the headboard and feeling like her eyes were going to pop out of her head. Fuck, that was a lot of cock, and he wasn’t even in yet!

A flash of movement caught her attention, and she glanced over to see a mirror on the nearest wall. Luke was watching her face in the reflection. The girl staring back at her looked very young and apprehensive. Not at all like the one splashed across tabloids wearing a thick armor of makeup. Tear-streaked, sweaty, raw . . . real.

Luke was deep in heavy-lidded concentration as he fucked his way into her with gentle, tiny movements. So fucking huge. Bigger, bigger he stretched her, until she seriously considered safewording. Anxiety knotted her belly. How had he convinced her she wanted this?

He pulled out, added more lube, started to push his way in again, easier this time, but still too damn big.

“That’s it, pretty Ophelia, you can take all of it for me, can’t you?”

Her brain felt like it was melting into a puddle of goo. In the mirror, his gaze had caught hers, and the heat in his eyes and stubborn set of his mouth held her transfixed.

Wider, wider. She screwed her eyes shut, waiting for agony, but it was only discomfort and arousal, and the feeling that he was claiming her.

When she opened her eyes again, his gaze bored into her, as hard and unforgiving as his cock.

She was his. Her ass was his. She’d never let anyone else do this to her, ever.

Abruptly, the head of his cock was all the way in. The terrible pressure eased. Her body was so relieved that more endorphins bombarded her.

“That’s a good girl.” He paused for a minute, stroking her hair while her body adjusted to the feel of him. When he started again, he fucked his way into her more impatiently, and by the time his hips met her ass she was dazed, pushing back to meet his subtle thrusts. So full, yet her pussy was so empty. The weird sensation made her whimper and squirm against the pillow, seeking relief from the ever-growing heaviness and heat in her groin.

“I knew you’d like this,” Luke growled, rolling his hips and thrusting harder. “Such a dirty little princess.”

She gasped, moaned. Her bones felt hollow, and her legs were weak.