the back of my neck as he pushed my dress up my waist and over my breasts. I lifted my arms in the air. He slowly pulled the lacy fabric off of me and dropped it to the floor. His hands ran back down my arms and he unhooked my bra. I quickly pulled the straps down my arms as his fingers slid down my stomach, stopping right below my bellybutton.
I whimpered again.
He kissed the back of my neck. "You like pushing my buttons. But it just so happens that I like punishing you." He bit my earlobe.
Punishing me?
His hands left my stomach and I heard the zip of his jeans.
Thank God.
He pushed me forward and I gripped the counter again. I heard the squeak of the stool again and looked over at him. He was completely naked, his erection even bigger than I remembered. He leaned back and put his elbows on the counter behind him.
"Rory..."
"I'm trying to decide how I want to fuck you. And where." His eyes lingered on my ass.
Where? It seemed like he was probably talking about somewhere in the apartment, but there was another possibility. I closed my legs slightly.
"I don't think you're ready for that, Keira," he said while still staring at my ass.
"I'll never be ready for that." My voice wasn't convincing. I was so horny I'd let him do anything he wanted to me. I stared down at his erection. Please fuck me.
He smiled. "Challenge accepted. But not right now."
I gulped.
"No, right now, I just want to fuck you senseless." He stood up and walked behind me again, trailing his fingers down my spine. "Until you can't take any more." His hand dipped between my thighs as he pushed them back apart.
I heard the rip of foil and closed my eyes. Please be done teasing me.
And as if answering my needs he grabbed my hips and thrust his thick cock deep inside of me.
"Yes!" I moaned.
Last time he had been slow and gentle at first, letting me adjust to having his massive cock inside of me. But not this time. He was fucking me hard. And I loved every second of it. His hips moved faster and faster as his fingers dug into my hips. It felt like a lifetime ago that I had him inside of me. It was all I ever wanted. Him so deep inside of me that it hurt.
He tilted his hips so that his erection hit a spot inside of me that only he could find.
"Rory," I groaned.
He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, making me arch my back more. He was fucking me relentlessly, harder than I had ever been fucked. I pushed against the countertop, trying to prevent myself from collapsing on top of it.
His other hand slid down my stomach and his fingers brushed against my swollen clit. "You can come now, Keira."
And I shattered. Finally. "Rory! Oh God." I had never felt such relief. All of his teasing. All the days of wanting him. I clenched around him, waiting for his own release. But it didn't come. He continued fucking me, harder than ever.
"I'm not even close to being done with you yet," he said and pulled out of me.
I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was completely spent. He grabbed my arm, spun me around and pulled me into his chest. His erection was pressed against my stomach. And somehow it no longer mattered that I had just orgasmed. The way he was looking at me made everything below my waistline clench again. He had such control over me.
He leaned down and kissed me as he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and let my fingers run through his hair. He was carrying me back to his bedroom. He slammed my back against his door and reached for the doorknob. It reminded me of the first time we had slept together.
I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his face back to me. "Here," I said. My voice was laced with desire.
"Here," he repeated. He pulled my hips back and shoved his length back inside of me.
Fuck. I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the cool door. I gripped his hair.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from him, pinning them against the doorframe. I tried to move my arms, but they were immobilized. I was completely at his mercy. And I loved when he