Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,33

clit, I watched her reactions. Her face shimmered, her mouth pursing and while she covered her eyes with her arm, there was no doubt how aroused she’d become. Unable to stop my actions, I buried my face in her wetness, licking up and down ferociously. As her juice filled my mouth, my cock pressed hard against my trousers. Within seconds, I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

She undulated back and forth, arching her back every few seconds, her legs trembling in my arms. “Oh, yes. Oh... Yes. Yes...”

When I thrust my tongue inside her channel, she let out an intense wail, slapping her hands against the desk. I concentrated on my actions, driving a single finger in beside my tongue. I was still able to see her reactions, her mouth twisting, her brow furrowing as she tossed her head back and forth.

I added a second then third finger, thrusting brutally as I sucked on her clit. I could tell she was close to coming. I wasn’t ready. Easing back, I smacked my fingers against her pussy several times.

Her eyes flew open, her body jerking up from the desk. “Oh...”

When I grabbed the handle of the tawse, she bit back another cry. As I gave her four quick snaps, she pulled all the way up from the wood, her fists clenched.

“Oh... God!”

“Breathe, Sophia.” Growling once again, I lowered my head, dragging my tongue up and down. She was so wet, so damn hot. I plunged all three fingers inside and rolled my thumb into the crack of her ass, finding her dark hole.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered in a ragged tone.

“Not yet. You will wait.” I shoved my thumb inside, pumping all four digits in rapid motions. I knew there was no way for her to hold back for long. “Come for me, Sophia. Come. Now!”

There was no hesitation, her body shaking violently as a climax rushed into her. I continued thrusting as I sucked on her clit before sliding my lips to her sweet pussy lips. I lapped every drop of her cream, my body tingling from the taste alone as it slid down my throat.

Her body continued convulsing as she moaned, a warm blush on her cheeks matching the one on her bottom. I refused to stop as a single climax turned into a beautiful wave washing over her.

When she stopped shaking, I rose to a standing position, licking my lips as I stared down at her. I slowly unfastened my pants, my entire body prepared to take what belonged to me.

Sophia finally opened her eyes, gazing up as a smile curled across her mouth. When I freed my cock, I yanked her bottom off the edge, immediately impaling her with the entire length.

“Oh... God. Oh, yes.”

The feel of her muscles wrapping around my shaft was incredible, the electricity like a live wire dancing in the middle of a storm. I gripped her thighs, yanking her down savagely as I jutted my hips forward, rolling onto the balls of my feet. A series of vibrant lights flashed in front of my eyes as I fucked her long and hard, my heart racing as I struggled to hold back my own climax.

With every brutal stroke, she whimpered, the sound echoing in my ears. This was nothing but fulfilling my carnal needs, the sadistic man inside once again alive and hungry for more.

My body tensing as my muscles flexed, I forced myself to pull away, tossing my head with a deep growl.

Panting, she slowly lowered her legs, her lips pursing. “Why did you stop?”

Very slowly I leaned over until our lips were almost touching. “Because, sweet Sophia, I’m going to fuck you in your tight little ass.”

Chapter Seven

Sophia

Powerful.

While I hadn’t taken Clarissa’s words lightly, I truly hadn’t understood the magnitude of what she’d attempted to tell me until seeing Michael’s interactions with the doctor by the bar. More important, the doctor’s reaction to what few sentences Michael had issued. The man’s command was second to none; his ability to sound threatening without issuing the actionable words hadn’t been lost on me.

Whatever secrets Michael and his brothers were holding onto certainly kept a firm leash on members of the club.

Now he wanted to control me.

Own me.

He was proud of the club, the power he held, yet he certainly didn’t like questions being asked. Should I be afraid of him? Should I run away now, pretending that I’d never met him? There was some odd hold he seemed to have over