I jerk, my spine bending like a bow and my hands clawing at his shirt, wishing there wasn’t fabric there. I want to feel more of his skin.
“I love this fucking ass,” he says, using my ass to lift me up. Then he slams me down on his cock, burying it deep.
The stake of pleasure that slams into my core is so sharp, so intense, the world in front of my eyes goes black.
Up he lifts me, slamming me down on his cock, over and over again. “Your body was built for me to fuck, Grace,” he says viciously as he fucks me.
I crash back into the wall but it doesn’t hurt. No, it’s just another sensation to add into the mix.
“You’re mine. Mine,” he declares just as the first wave of my orgasm rolls through me. “And I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to come between us.”
Somehow, someway, he lifts me higher and pounds into me faster. Fucking me like a madman.
I’m mindless. Completely senseless. It’s like he’s fucked into a whole other world. All I feel is him and his dick.
And so much wet, hot sensation.
The pressure builds and builds until every nerve in my body is screaming in a pleasure so strong it borders on agony.
It hurts so good, I love it and I hate it.
I explode around him, the walls of my pussy spasming and locking down on his shaft in a vice grip.
“Fuck,” he roars and I feel him swelling inside me, growing even bigger. Pinning me against the wall, I’m trapped as he grinds into me slow and deep. Twitching and growling above me.
It’s the never-ending orgasm, it just goes on and on.
I swear I’ve never gushed so much before.
I’ve never come so hard before.
When the last tremor passes through my body, I slowly peel my eyes open to find him staring down at me.
His eyes are full of warmth and softness. I have no idea how long he’s been watching me as I was lost in my throes but it felt like they went on for several minutes.
Reaching down, he tenderly brushes my hair back, out of my eyes.
“All right?” he asks, the word a soft, vulnerable question.
“Yes.” I smile and pointedly look him over before I ask, “I didn’t break you, did I?”
Chapter Eleven
Max
Taking Grace back home to her parents is quickly becoming tiresome. I don’t like taking her home. I don’t like that she is sleeping in a bed that isn’t mine. I know logically that she is safe and secure sleeping at her parents’ house with Hope. But I want them both living with me. Fuck the whole living in different places.
I growl as we get into the SUV. I love being with her but these nights when she leaves make it hard.
“You okay?” she asks, looking at me as I shut the door a bit harder than I meant to.
“Yeah, I just don’t like this whole taking you home right now. I would much rather have you chained to my bed.”
Laughing, she says, “Yeah, I could see that as being a very good thing. But not being able to feed Hope or go to work would probably be a bad thing.”
I nod my head. “Yeah, but she could live here too. I would give you enough chain to get around the house. Might even splurge for a collar for you.”
We are driving in the dark of night but I can see her quickly shoot a look at me. “You are nuts.”