“Beg,” I groan, overtaken by animalistic needs.
“Please, Liam!” she mewls. “Make me come.”
That’s it.
That’s the one.
The one thing I’ve wanted to hear.
I thrust in deep and roar out loud until I hit that spot, that spot I know she has, and when her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her pussy clamps around me, coming as hard at the same time as I do. I fill her to the brim with my seed, fucking her wildly as she comes and comes, wetness pooling between her legs. My cum spills out onto the table as I pull out, but I’m not satiated yet.
With a growl, I spin her around on the table, and she squeals from my sudden burst of energy.
“What are you doing?” she yelps as I drag her off the table until her feet tiptoe on the floor.
I perch myself behind her and spread her ass. “You thought I was done? I haven’t even started.”
I thrust inside again, and the sound she makes is heavenly. My balls slap against her clit as I slam into her over and over, taking every inch of her and more. Filling her up isn’t enough. Taking her isn’t enough.
I want more, more, more!
Fuck. I’m so greedy. All I can think of is using this pussy over and over until we’re both spent. And even then, it won’t ever be enough.
I slap her ass hard until she squeals out loud.
“That’s it, scream for me, Jas,” I groan, fucking her hard.
“Please, Liam,” she murmurs as she glances at me over her shoulder.
But I’m too lost in ecstasy as I make her body yield to me.
For years, I dreamed of claiming her, and now that she’s finally here, ready and begging, I can’t fucking stop myself any longer.
So I plow into her and bury myself to the hilt until my cock begins to throb and my balls tighten. One. Two. Three more thrusts and I come again even harder than before, emptying myself inside her.
My breath is ragged. Unhinged.
And I stay buried in her for a while, soaking up the sweet bliss of pleasure while the excitement slowly wanes along with my hard-on.
I lean over to undo the shirt around her wrist and pull her hands up. My eyes land on two peculiar marks on her skin on the front of her wrists. Two long, white slits.
What the fuck?
She jerks her hands free from my grasp, and I pull away from her. But she lies frozen on the table, like a ghost of her former self, completely stripped of her fearlessness, her bravery.
No reaction. No words.
No breaths.
Nothing.
As though I took her goddamn spirit and snapped it in half.
Fuck.
Chapter 26
Jasmine