Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,62

hoarse as I wrapped my finger around the thin elastic of her panties, snapping my wrist.

She gasped as she jerked back then laughed nervously, the sound more provocative than any orchestrated piece. “Are you going to fuck me, dangerous man?”

“Absolutely. Red, the color of seduction.” I brought the crimson lace to my face, inhaling in an exaggerated fashion before tossing them aside. It would seem I’d need to make several purchases.

She got onto her knees, allowing me to unfasten my pants, freeing my aching cock. When she rocked back and forth, her swollen folds slicing across my cockhead, I realized that I was one lucky man.

Maybe Christopher was right. I’d spent far too much of my life ignoring my desires, losing the only person I’d cared about because of my recklessness and my inability to separate business from pleasure. But could she handle the kind of man I’d become; someone I didn’t know any longer?

“What do you want out of life, Michael? Fame? Fortune? To own the world?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Then perhaps I came into your life to help you find out what that is.” She gave me a naughty girl look before slipping her hand under her dress, rolling her fingers up and down the length of my cock. “Can you handle the heat?”

Her playfulness was a welcome respite, although I knew it could be short-lived. She truly had no understanding of who she was determined to conquer in her own way. Or what I was capable of.

As she eased the tip to her pussy, she slowly lowered down, tipping her head back and moaning as her muscles wrapped around my shaft.

I resisted allowing the beast to surface, wanting her to enjoy the moment. I gripped her hips, holding her in place as she rode me, her body moving up and down in slow and easy motions. She was so wet, the heat building between us to the point I couldn’t hold back a series of growls. The woman was everything I desired, all that I’d ever wanted.

And I was terrified that I’d lose her to the insanity of what my life had become.

But as she rocked me, her passion evident in every action she took, I wanted nothing more than to break down the rest of her defenses.

I wanted her to surrender, body and soul.

And for that... I would die in order to keep her safe.

Sophia brought her head down, licking across my lips before purring, the sound echoing in my ears. I adored everything about this woman, including her defiance. My balls ached, my cock throbbing to the point I didn’t want to hold back. I reached around her, feeling for the plug, growling as I twisted it back and forth. “How does it feel to have two cocks deep inside of you?”

“One cock. One ridiculous toy,” she countered.

“Correction, one training implement.”

The expression on her face full of mischief, she rocked her body hard against mine. “Does it feel like I need training?”

When she purposely clamped her muscles around my cock, I was unable to keep a raspy moan from erupting from the depths of my being. She had a way of driving me to the point of madness.

I rolled my hands up the length of her back, cupping one hand around her neck and forcing our lips to touch. This time, the passion exploded between us, her actions becoming more intense, whimpers escaping. I could tell within seconds that she was close to coming, forcing me to take control. I powered her up and down my shaft, driving into her brutally. She reacted as she always did, her body shaking in my arms.

I dominated her tongue, smashing one against the other as every cell in my body became white-hot from the fire pulsing between us. When her pussy clenched and released several times, I broke the kiss. “Come on my cock, my beautiful one. Come.”

She didn’t fight me, allowing her body to succumb to her needs. Throwing back her head, she let out an intense wail, her body convulsing as the orgasm rushed into her.

I let out a dominating growl as I continued to lift then yank her down. Unable to hold back any longer, I erupted deep inside, filling her womb with my seed.

“Oh. Oh. Oh...” she muttered before settling onto my lap, pressing her face against mine. And while I knew I was imagining the soft words, I could swear they were real.

“I love you...”

Chapter Eleven

Sophia

Dangerous.

I couldn’t get the word out of my mind