Dark Need (House of Sin 3)

He groans out loud like a beast when he fucks me from behind with no regard to who I am or where we are. All he does is take and take like a goddamn steed, and I can’t even speak up or say a word.

Every moan coming from my mouth is a higher pitch, as the thickness of his length is so much that I can barely handle it. But I’m soaking wet and dripping with need. He breathes like an animal in heat right into my ear, and it makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Oh God, if he keeps pounding into me like that, I don’t know if I can keep it together.

He thrusts and thrusts so hard it makes me gasp. And he buries himself to the hilt, roaring out loud.

Not the kind of roar I’ve heard from his mouth so many times … but the roar of a savage finally finding release.

And it’s the sexiest sound I have ever heard.

Fuck me … is this what it’s like?

What it was supposed to feel like?

He leans in to smell my hair, and I glance at him over my shoulder, the primal look in his eyes pushing all the buttons I didn’t know I had.

Am I that perverted?

I swallow hard as he suddenly pulls out, the feeling of him missing inside me something I didn’t expect. I squeal when he tears me away from the wall and throws me onto the table on my belly, bending me over like he wants to tame and subdue me. And with my face planted on the wood, he shoves his cock back inside.

Oh my God. He isn’t even finished yet.

My mouth forms an o-shape, the sound barely escaping as he rams in and out of me. My nails scratch the table as he groans out loud, my pussy clenching around his cock like it can’t get enough.

But that’s just it.

I can’t get enough.

How? Why?

When did I become so gullible and easy?

But more importantly, how can he still go on when it felt like he just came?

He slams into me with all the fierceness of a warrior, clutching my hips with both hands while I struggle to hold on. He fucks me like a madman until we’re both panting and sweating like crazy. I can barely keep it together as I’m lost in an intoxicating mix of fear and lust.

And as he pounds into me, burying himself deep inside once again, his balls tighten against my clit. More cum jets out of him, filling me up to the brim.

Still, he isn’t finished.

With a loud roar, he rolls me around on my back, shoving me farther up the table in a way that exposes my pussy. And he leans forward and rips off my shirt in a sex-drunk haze. I shriek, but the sound quickly turns into a moan when he grabs both my breasts and pinches my nipples again, just like he did last time, twisting them around and toying with them like he’s wanted to do for ages.

“Oh God …” I murmur as he brings his face forward and takes one of them into his mouth, sucking hard.

I almost fall apart right then and there.

But he releases it just before I do, leaving me hanging … and completely out of my mind.

I’m supposed to fight him off. Tell him to go fuck himself. Cry. Shout. Run.

But I do none of that.

Instead, I let him pleasure himself on my nipples, moaning from every touch like it was his God-given right to take what he wants.

He releases my nipples and leans up, towering over me again with that Adonis body of his that turns my mind to mush and makes all the words in my head disappear.

And when he thrusts inside again, I’m lost.

Lost to myself.

Lost to him.

Lost to an emotion and a need I can’t describe and never felt before.

But my fucking God … do I want more.

And more.

And more.

As he plows into me and his thumb gently slides over my pussy, my breath hitches in my throat. My thighs squeeze together, and an explosion of warmth fills my body to the brim. Right then, he shoves inside to the base and releases his seed again, clutching my legs as he trembles on his.

My whole body squirms as he steps back, his finally flaccid cock drooping out of me … along with a ton of semen.

And as he steps back, breathing out loud like a bull, I come down from the high and instantly lean up on my elbows. Our eyes connect. Visceral carnage. Complete destruction and eradication of the tiny bit of trust we had between us. My fucking body … ravaged.

All of it laid to waste because of one thing.

Lust.

His.

And mine.

I crawl off the table and stand there for a moment.