Swallow it Down - Addison Cain Page 0,58
need to stop ejaculating in me.”
Grin growing all the larger, he purred, “You don’t have a choice, remember? Let’s get a baby in there, shall we?”
“If I don’t have a choice, why did you end your statement with a question?” Which really was a valid point, not that he’d let her argue further. Not when he might flip her over and manhandle his way back inside.
Which was precisely what he did.
Stretching slippery tissue, teasing the parts of her that stole her breath and made her liquid, penetration was extended.
Slow and thorough, he rode. Holding her hands, wrist to wrist, at the small of her back. Making her feel every last inch of him while he strummed her clit.
“You were made for this cock.”
Which he could now fully fit inside her. A medical marvel, one might say.
Not that she could think straight or even answer when he did this to her.
“I love you.” He said it so often, with such certainty.
And it set her off in a spin. Pussy fluttering, bucking back against him for more, she cried out and rode the edge of climax.
Right there, all she needed was one more piercing thrust.
As if he could feel her desperation around his glans, he teased at the gate, working her up by moving too slow with his cock and too fast with his fingers.
Pinned as she was, she could do nothing but arch and squirm.
No man should have a dick that thick, but her tormentor did. “This is how you tell me you love me, Eugenia. Tell me by coming for me. By taking what I have to give. I know, for now, you can’t say it any other way.”
Which wasn’t fair, because she was spiraling out of control, wracked by a full-blown climax from little more than husky words and a sure thrust forward. Perfect penetration that hit everything inside her—that she was forced to feel thanks to the world’s most wonderful position squeezing her around a relentless invasion.
She had no choice.
Felt his cock kick, heard his throaty groans, aware he unabashedly came undone. That he wanted her to have all of him. Knowing he wanted to be inside every part of her.
Which twisted her up in beautiful knots, each one unraveling as he said something sweet. Feeling his cock pump semen, the throb, the jump, the way he pinned her in place as he gave.
As she received, aching for more. Afraid of herself and the things he could entice.
“And I’ll always love you, Eugenia.” Full weight pressing her down, pinning her as he did each time he got his way, he prevented her from rushing to the bathroom to wash his seed away.
Panting, irritated, and thoroughly fucked, she snarled, “Don’t think I don’t realize what you’re doing.”
Draped over her back, sweaty and breathless, he asked, “Are you sore?”
A little. “Just say it. Get it over with…”
“You haven’t tried to escape in a week.”
“Raiding the kitchen is not an escape attempt. Besides, if you leave the door unlocked and then can’t find me. Perhaps think it through before you come charging like a bull and rip of my panties.”
Low warning was growled at her ear. “You’re not allowed on Level 15 and you know it. Which is why I fucked you on the table when I found you.”
Which had been seen by more people than Eugenia was ever going to think about. Hell, he had drawn a crowd. His palm over her mouth, her arguments trapped. And even with all the wide-eyed scampering women fleeing the room, she came… so fast she hadn’t been prepared. And then he’d made her a sandwich.
Which she was forced to eat at that same table, while his cum leaked through her skirt and left a wet mark on the chair.
The sandwich had been good.
His angry glares had been better, though he was clearly baiting her.
Like he baited her with normal clothing. With Joan’s offerings of strawberries that were not farmed in winter from hidden fields in the dead wood.
All of it leading to the one place he wanted her to accept.
A place that sent a shiver up her spine when it passed her lips on an unsettled whisper. “You’re taking me to Level 9.”
Though he was spent, he thrust again. As if she felt like bliss and he’d never get enough. “And locking you in for the day.”
Enough compliments already. Heart sinking, she frowned. “Playing pretend for the last few weeks has been fun. What a shame real life always ruins things.”
“Oh, honey.” Turning