“Bend over and hold on,” he instructed in my ear, his mouth latching onto the opposite shoulder where his mark was, teeth scraping against my skin as I leaned forward.
My hands searched out the edge, my body vibrating in anticipation, thighs clenching. I gripped down just in time for Nathan to slam into me in one thrust. The motion had me crying out as he filled me.
“So fucking good! So wet…tight…shit, Lila.” He pulled out and pushed back in even harder. The table legs scratched against the floor, moving each time his hips slammed against mine. One of his hands released me and twirled around my hair, pulling my head back. The other hand pushed down on the small of my back, pressing me into the wood surface.
My back arched, scalp tingling in both pain and pleasure as I tightened around him due to the new angle.
“That’s it, take my fucking cock. You love it, don’t you?”
I whimpered as his pace increased to the pounding state I craved. His hand pressing hard against me held a sexual neediness my body wanted, so different from the touches of my past. His want and desire flowed through his skin into mine.
“Answer me! You love my cock in you, don’t you, little slut?”
“Yes. Yes! Please fuck me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty *.” My mind was unable to keep up with the emotions he was driving into me as he pushed me to the edge.
His grip on my hair tightened, making my head and shoulders arch farther up off the table toward him. “Harder. Deeper, oh fuck…so deep inside me. More! Pull me down, take me over…shit. Make me sorry for being so naughty.”
I whimpered again, unable to speak anymore. Incoherent sounds were all that came out. I’d never had it like that, so rough. I loved it. He was gritty, demanding, and had a dirty mouth that sent me into overdrive. But his eyes held no disdain, just desire and lust.
“Yes, punish you. Fuck. I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.” Slam. “Is.” Slam. “All.” Slam. “Your.” Slam. “Fault!”
I crumbled beneath him, screaming his name as my * clenched around his perfect cock.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your * feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!” His hand released my hair, and I fell back down to the table, exhaustion taking over as I moved toward a second orgasm. He gripped my hips, pulling me back, pushing him deeper. “That’s it. Grip it tight like a vice. That’s what you do; it’s how you torment me. Fucking cock tease.”
My whole body shook, tearless sobs taking over as my oversensitive body tingled, and I fell again. His hips jerked, fingers digging into my flesh as he exploded within me. A moment later his movements stopped, the sound of his harsh breath filling the room.
He collapsed on top of me, unable to hold himself up, muscles spent. We were both panting, trying to regain a normal heart rate.
“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you.” He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder blade with the tenderness of a lover. “Run while you can. Run away from me, and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
His eerie warning was the last thing I heard before exhaustion took over and my eyelids closed, blacking out the world.
CHAPTER 5
My eyes fluttered open, the familiar sight of my bedroom coming into focus through my disoriented mind. Warm, soft light filtered in through the curtains covering the windows, greeting me from my comfortable bed. It took a moment to recall what I’d been doing before I awoke, confused as to why I was asleep in the middle of the afternoon. A twinge in my abdomen when I tried to sit rectified that.
Nathan had been there, inside me. It was better than the last time, the pain and stiffness when I moved was a testament to his visit. He was rough and dirty, and I knew my body was ruined for any other man. No other could make my body sing the way he had during our encounters.