Pushing Her Limits (Masters of Adrenaline 3)

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His groan of agonized pleasure made her shiver again. “Are you okay?”

When she tried to speak, only a whimper came out.

He made a sympathetic sound and eased partway out of her, and every nerve in that area of her body quivered. When he wasn’t all the way in, it was tolerable—odd, but almost pleasurable. Slowly, he eased in and out at about that depth, his strokes smooth and predictable, his fingers tracing over the sensitive flesh where her body was wrapped around his, and she mewled in frustration, wishing he would push deeper again, or play with her clit, or both. She needed something other than this frustrating caution and lack of stimulation where she wanted it.

Unexpectedly, he slid out. Her body felt empty and thrummed with need.

“Why . . . ?” she began to ask, but he flipped her onto her back and pushed her knees back and open.

“Hmm, think you’re going to shut me out already?” he asked, watching as her ass closed tight. “I don’t think so, little girl. I just want you face up so I can see your eyes.” He relubed, then lined himself up with her anus and pushed back in, this time with less patience.

She cried out, gasping as he forced himself all the way into her body.

“Yeah, that’s better. I like to see how it makes you feel. Does it hurt, beautiful?”

“A bit,” she admitted.

Arousal flared in his eyes, and she realized that messing around with a sadist had probably been a bad choice. But god, the way he watched her, as though she was the most fascinating, beautiful creature. She was the sole focus of his attention. He wasn’t closing his eyes and pretending he was with someone else, he seemed completely captivated by her every reaction. It made something flutter in her belly that had less to do with sex and more to do with someone caring.

Then his gaze turned cruel again, and she knew what was coming. He eased his hips back, then plunged back in, the roughness of it making her gasp.

For a brief moment her eyes shut tight at the onslaught of sensations. His breath exploded from him, ruffling her hair, when his cock was buried to the hilt.

“I could make you like this better than anything else, but this was supposed to be a punishment.” He gave a series of jarring thrusts, and her vision blurred as she tried to process the sensations he was forcing her to feel. She realized her mouth was hanging open, but she couldn’t find the will to close it.

There was a keening whine as his big cock plunged into her body again and again. He eased back onto his knees and looked down at where they were joined, the pillow under her ass probably giving him a porn star close-up of what he was doing. He spread her labia, making her feel even more exposed to his gaze.

“Is your poor little cunt lonely, Mila?” he asked.

Her breath caught and her body rippled through an involuntary mini-orgasm she couldn’t stop. He groaned.

“Are you trying not to come? Such a good girl, waiting for permission.”

She bit her lips together, trying not to let him see how his dirty talk was getting to her. God, this man could convince her to do anything. Evil and dangerous. Dangerous for her.

Now she wanted to hear him order her to come. Would that even work? She was so damn close it just might.

Don’t think about it, Mila.

God, why was his mouth so fucking sexy? And his eyes got mean when he was horny. It made her want to give him exactly what he wanted.

He stroked a finger around her empty pussy, then eased it inside her, his thumb brushing almost imperceptibly at her clit. She wriggled, trying to get closer to his thumb, but the movement also lodged his cock more deeply in her ass. Her eyes rolled and closed as she fought down the orgasm she wasn’t ready for. She didn’t want this to be over. Not yet.

He tortured her clit, barely touching where she wanted him to press hard.

Brush, flick, brush, nothing, tap.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, so close to coming every muscle in her body was wound tight. The throb of his cock deep inside her and his labored breathing warned that he was just as close as she was, and the sight of his beautiful body joined to hers in such explicit detail was almost enough to send her over.

“You don’t look like a girl who’s being punished,” his sexy, rough voice accused. “You look like a naughty girl who loves getting fucked in the ass.”

She shook her head. He quirked a challenging brow and pounded into her with several long, hard strokes. Her shriek of dismayed pleasure called her a liar so he didn’t have to. When he reached between them again and found her clit, he pinched at it. She hissed in a breath and held it. Her body went rigid as he manipulated that sensitive bud, tugging and stroking and rolling it with cruel fingers. She writhed, trying not to come, the feel of his rigid length deep in her ass, stretching her, starting to feel too damn good. Her body shook as shocks of pleasure shoved her closer to the breaking point.

He began to roll his hips again, plunging deeper and harder, stealing her ability to think as he punished her body with his own.

“Give in to it,” he said, coaxing, his voice cutting through the thick haze of lust and need that had settled over her mind, giving her permission to let go.

“No,” she protested. Her arousal had built to something too big and uncontrollable, and if she came she might lose too much control.