Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

He was too damn observant.

“I’ve had it done to me, but I’m not a fan.”

“Is it a limit or isn’t it?” He stopped moving, keeping himself poised at her entrance. Apparently, he wasn’t giving her what she wanted until she answered the question.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t try to fuck me there today, Sir.” Her cheeks burned and she was pretty sure the blush covered most of her body. “It hurts me.”

He made a soothing sound. “I’m just talking about touching. No penetration. Is touching okay?”

“As long as you don’t mind me hitting the roof every time.”

Ambrose grabbed her hips. Conversation over.

She braced herself for his first thrust, but he eased in slowly, making her whimper with impatience.

“I know what you want, but not this time.” He adjusted, withdrew, pushed again.

Everly already felt full, but there was more, and more, until he was pushed up against her cervix and there was nowhere left for him to go. Neither of them moved.

“Oh God.”

“Shh . . .” He groaned. “Give it a sec and it won’t be so bad.”

“A warning would have been nice.” Her fingers were clawed into the couch cushion, like it would somehow help.

“It was in your mouth. You knew what you were dealing with.” Ambrose moved slightly and for a second she forgot to breathe.

“You are never ever allowed in my ass.”

“If it’s any tighter than your pussy, it might just kill me,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” One hand disappeared from her hip, and he brushed the tip of his finger over her back hole again.

She squealed, and flinched then tried to squirm away, but he held on to her hip hard.

“I like this game.” He did it again.

“No, no, no. Stop!” Her body clenched around his cock.

“Fuck, if you keep moving like that, you’re going to milk every drop of come out of my dick. I won’t even need to move.”

“That’s the laziest thing I’ve ever heard.” Not a good time to shoot her mouth off, she realized too late.

“Suit yourself, then.” He leaned his forearm across her back and reached around to play with her piercing. Then he showed her exactly what it felt like to be fucked by a monster.

He pulled almost completely out then slammed back in, again and again, overwhelming her with his ferociousness. His fingers surrounded her clit, the stimulation intense. An arm slipped under her hips and he pulled her to him, like a thing made only for his pleasure. Her G-spot bore the brunt of his animalistic thrusts. Under him she became a helpless bundle of female, soft and yielding, taking whatever he wanted her to have. An orgasm blindsided her. She screamed into the couch.

“Is this what you wanted, my mouthy little brat?” His teeth tugged at her ear, and she shuddered through another orgasm.

Her toes couldn’t reach the ground anymore, but her body was in his control.

“You wanted me to prove I could handle you,” he growled. “But can you handle me?”

A smack landed on her clit, and she howled, but the mounting pressure in her pussy was unavoidable. He landed a second slap on her sore parts, and she came again, her whole body buzzing and aware, except for her poor brain, which had shut down.

“Fuck!” He grabbed her hair and gave her a few more thrusts before he froze above her and made a long, guttural noise that made the hair on the back of her neck rise in response. He collapsed onto her back and swore eloquently for ages, before he levered himself up and started to kiss the back of her neck.

Shivers chased down h

er back, making her pussy clench around him.