Part 48 (1/2)

I looked up at him to see the muscles in his arms and chest straining and the veins of his arms had popped out. His hands were gripping the headboard hard and I swallowed a whimper at seeing his power leashed, his pa.s.sion controlled.

For me.

I gave him a small smile.

”Take my c.o.c.k,” he ordered, his voice thick.

I dropped my head and kissed the tip but gave him no more.

”Maddie-”

I moved and ran my tongue along the juncture of his hip and thigh. He s.h.i.+fted with agitation. I did too, then I moved to run my tongue along the other juncture.

”Take my c.o.c.k, Maddie,” he rumbled.

I looked up at him, holding his eyes as I again ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

”G.o.ds,” he groaned, his head going back, his corded throat and the bottom of his strong, square jaw exposed. Taking all that in, I felt my c.l.i.t start to pulse.

”You're so freaking beautiful,” I whispered and his chin tipped down.

”Take my c.o.c.k,” he clipped.

”So unbelievably beautiful.”

”Take me, Madeleine.”

I slid my tongue out slowly, touching its tip to the tip of his c.o.c.k.

A rumble tore from his chest and I saw now the muscles of his arms straining and his fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I feared he'd tear it apart.

At that, I decided it was time to give him more.

I wrapped my hand around his c.o.c.k, brought it to me and took it deep.

”Thank the G.o.ds,” he rasped out, his neck again arching.

Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and f.u.c.king my mouth.

And that turned me on more.

His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.

His head came up and his eyes seared into me.

”I want you to take my seed down your throat,” he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my s.e.x.

But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.

Swiftly, I s.h.i.+fted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.

”Another time, baby,” I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his c.o.c.k.

”Take me deep and ride hard, poppy.”

He wasn't getting this. He didn't get to give orders.

But, d.a.m.n, I liked how he did.

Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, ”In a minute.”

”Now.”

I moved him to my c.l.i.t, used him to rub hard against it and that felt f.u.c.king awesome.

”In a minute,” I gasped.

”Now, Madeleine.”

I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.

My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and I was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.

But added the word ”baby.”

Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his c.o.c.k. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.

My held fell back again as I breathed, ”f.u.c.k yes.”

And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.

My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.

He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.

There was no control.

There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.

He s.h.i.+fted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his c.o.c.k.

I loved it. It tore through me, pus.h.i.+ng me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.

But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pus.h.i.+ng my heels into his shoulders as his hips pounded into mine, our eyes locked.

”Baby,” I whispered.

”Touch yourself,” he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.

”I'm close,” I gasped. ”If I do that, I'll come apart.”