sucked in a sharp breath as he speared those same two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out and stroking that patch of sensitive flesh along her inner wall until she was gasping and close to tumbling over the edge into oblivion.
Right when she was on the precipice of pleasure, he withdrew, and she cried out at the loss.
From over her shoulder, Mac smirked at her.
“Really?” she said, letting her annoyance slip through. “Orgasm denial on my birthday?”
He chuckled wickedly and didn’t reprimand her for her irritable tone as he removed the lid from the velvet box and picked up the sizeable glass toy. “Imagine how fucking good it’s going to be when I allow you to come.”
Reaching around her, he put the bulbous plug to her lips. “Suck it,” he ordered, pressing the object into her mouth and not giving her a choice. “Make it good and wet so it slides into your ass nice and easy.”
The cool glass knob slid along her tongue, and he pushed it all the way in until the smooth rounded tip hit the back of her throat and the pretty flowered base touched her lips. Watching her in the mirror, he fucked her mouth with the sphere a few times, until he was satisfied with how the glass glistened with her saliva.
“This is to get you ready for what’s going to happen later tonight, and a little added pleasure to me fucking you now,” he told her.
With her legs still spread, he had easy access to her back entrance, and he guided the large plug into her ass, gradually increasing the pressure past the initial resistant ring of tight muscles, then deeper still. When the entire toy was seated all the way in, she moaned at the fullness, knowing she was going to feel even more overwhelmed once Mac penetrated her, too.
Rubbing the tip of his cock through the wetness between her legs, he notched the head against her slick opening, grabbed her hips to hold her steady, and without any other warning, he drove into her all the way to the hilt, until there was nowhere left to go. Despite the dresser being anchored to the wall, the force and depth of that initial thrust made everything on top rattle.
Mac groaned as her body instinctively tightened around him, and he didn’t give her much time to catch her breath before he was fucking her the way he liked best, each deep, vigorous stroke backed with power and ruthless precision. He was not a man with a small dick, and between his thick cock and the anal toy, she felt completely consumed by him and the way he filled her, again and again.
While he’d once feared his intensity and aggression would scare her, he’d come to discover that she enjoyed his uncivilized possession of her body just as much. The merciless sensation of being claimed. Being his to do with as he pleased. And how his lust and desire for her escalated her own gratification.
“Put your hand between your legs and rub your clit while I fuck you,” he ordered brusquely, his gaze on her bare, bouncing breasts in the mirror. “Do not come until I say you can.”
She didn’t hesitate to eagerly follow his command, her fingers sliding along her sex to gather moisture, then coming back to circle the taut flesh, already sensitive to the touch. Between her already being on edge and the rapid-fire pump of Mac’s hips against her ass from behind, her arousal climbed so fast her legs began to quiver and she had to lift her fingers from her clit so she didn’t disobey him and come too soon.
He kissed the back of her neck and licked along her bare shoulder. “Are you ready, baby?”
Her whimper was filled with a wealth of need. “Yes, please.”
“Soon,” he teased, forcing her to keep her orgasm at bay.
He nipped at the side of her throat above the choker, then took her delicate skin between his teeth, exerting just enough pressure to make her gasp in protest when she realized what he intended to do. He was going to mark her.
“Brent, no,” she pleaded, to no avail.
Eyes on hers in the mirror, he ignored her objection and bit down harder and sucked, the slight sting making her cry out and buck her hips back against his, which only drove him deeper and made him grunt in satisfaction.
“You. Are. Mine.” Each word was punctuated with a hard, jarring, impaling thrust