This was new. I was a little confused, but I went willingly, and the moment I sat on his thigh, looking ahead, I knew why he was doing this.
We were directly in front of the dresser mirror.
An arm came around my waist and pulled me back, flush against him, and the feeling of his cock resting against my ass was almost too much. Knowing it would get me in trouble and not caring in the slightest, I looked into the reflection, right into his eyes, and lifted my hand to my breasts, sighing as I rolled my nipples between gentle fingers.
Surprisingly, he allowed me a moment before his other arm came around me, constricting me, cocooning me so tightly I could barely move. And when he placed his lips to my cheek, nipping me lightly, he asked a deathly quiet, “Who is responsible for your orgasm?”
I huffed out an annoyed breath and earned another nip to my jaw.
My eyes lowered, but he put a stern hand to my jaw and turned me to face him, and when I lifted my eyes to his intense, blazing stare, he was so darkly beautiful I could have died. “You are,” I whispered almost lovingly. And he heard it.
A soft kiss to my jaw was my reward.
When he jerked his chin toward the mirror, I twisted to look back into our reflection just as Twitch ran a hand down my side, across my thigh to hold my hot mound.
The burning desire he caused set me alight. My heart smoldered, and when he released me to wrap my hair around his hand, I knew I would do anything for this man, willingly, just to please him.
His blunt fingers began to rub against me, and although I felt I was losing myself, I knew what he wanted of me and I held his stare. He began to rub harder while keeping his slow pace, and I took in a quaking breath. When he gripped my thigh and draped my leg over his, leaving me open to him, my heart thumped. I was so close. And when he used his thumb to push my panties to the side, I closed my eyes, thankful he was finally going to touch me. My scalp pinched as he gently yanked my hair, forcing a wince from me, and I opened my eyes to watch as he ran his middle finger up and down my slit, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.
Well, I didn’t. I was dying here. “Please.”
Another swift yank and I hissed in a breath. As I contemplated how much shit I’d be in if I thrust into his touch, he spoke low, tenderly, “Is this what you need, angel?”
Before I could respond, he slipped that middle digit inside me. My lips parted, my eyes widened, and I let out a panting gasp. I nodded eagerly into the reflection and he released my hair, running a hand down my back before he slipped it around me and tweaked one needy nipple.
A moan left me through gritted teeth. And Twitch watched closely as my hips bucked into his touch. His eyes darkened and he removed his finger from me.
Goddammit!
“I think you’ve forgotten your place, Alexa.”
Oh my God. He called you Alexa. That can only mean one thing.
In a lightning-fast move, he had me draped over his lap, and before I could squeak from excitement, his hand came down hard and fast onto my ass.
Thwack.
My face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I felt my core clench.
I didn’t look into the mirror, but I knew it was coming.
Thwack.
It felt so good. It felt like a release higher than the orgasm I craved.
It was nirvana.
Thwack.
My entire body shook as I began to weep. Not from the pain or humiliation of wanting this so fucking much but of relief.
Thwack.
The last blow, the hardest blow, shook me to my core, and Twitch ran his strong hand over my flaming derriere in a warm, adoring manner that left me shaking from pent-up emotion. And when he moved me to stand in front of him, I sniffled, avoiding his eyes.
The words he spoke were so inappropriate I adored him for it. He ran both hands over my red, swollen cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to my belly before looking up at me. “So pretty when you cry, sad girl.”
Jesus Christ.
He had the horns of a demon, the eyes of an angel, and the mouth of a god.
Lucky me.
He watched me in concern as I swiped at my cheeks and gripped my waist, his fingers splayed across my flesh. “We still doin’ this?”
He was out of character. So was I, just for the moment.
I blinked rapidly. “Yeah.”
He searched my face a while before his eyes darkened and he was back. “Get on the bed. All fours, right at the edge.”
I scrambled to get where he needed me, and as I twisted back, looking over my shoulder, I watched Twitch finally lower his boxers, leaving him completely bare to me, and I lifted my ass higher in invitation.
He took the two steps toward the bed and eyed my upturned ass before gripping one cheek tight enough to ache, shaking my flesh lightly. “Touch yourself. Show me you want it.”
Without hesitation, I reached between my legs and circled my panty-covered pussy.
But Twitch clicked his tongue. “Not like that. You know what I want.”
Feeling bold and hornier than hell, I reached between my legs and flipped him the bird, rubbing my middle finger along my slit.
I heard his amusement. “That was not very nice,” he purred before my body jolted when his hand made contact with my ass. My mouth rounded as the sound echoed throughout my room. “Sassy girls don’t get to come.” Another smack, lighter this time. “Only angels get to come.”
He moved forward, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties then yanking them down to my knees. The cool breeze over my superheated flesh was nice, even nicer so when Twitch bent down and blew lightly over my heat. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Another light breath over my hot skin. “Gonna show you how much I missed my baby.”
When he pushed himself into my ass, leaning over me, I knew what was coming and lifted myself, presenting my neck in complete submission. The thick leather felt mildly restricting as Twitch slipped the metal pin into the tightest hole, and with the belt safely secured around my throat, Twitch wrapped his hand around the length of the leather, leaving me feeling like a pet. His pet.
My pussy throbbed in anticipation.
I didn’t hate it—that was for sure. All I could think about was how much I wanted this. Needed this. Needing him.
Twitch.
It all came down to him. Always had. And I wouldn’t think about tomorrow. I could only live in the present because with Twitch, tomorrow may never come. I’d learned my lesson. It wasn’t ‘one step at a time’ with him; it was ‘live in the now, because the future is not guaranteed.’
Taking hold of himself, he ran his cock up and down my wet slit and hissed in a breath. “Who owns this hot little cunt?” He spanked my pussy with his dick, a wet slap sounding out. “Whose is it?”
There was no denying it. “Yours.” I panted out, “It’s yours.”
He continued to drag the smooth head of him through my wet heat. His voice was curt, dark. “Never wanted anyone like you want me.” Another slap of his cock, and this time he caught my clit with his piercing. “Isn’t that right, angel?”
As my clit pulsed, I let free a long moan, and when he tugged on the belt in warning, my pussy clamped. “Yes,” I breathed. “You were right.”
You were right, you asshole, and sometimes I hate you for it.
The room reverberated with his smug chuckle, and slowly, he pushed into my needy hole. The head of him slid into me, and as I felt the ball of his piercing drag along my inner flesh, a light gasp left me and my eyes fluttered closed.
That was when he spoke. “See?” he uttered meaningfully, driving farther into me. “Made for each other.”
He didn’t stop until I was fully impaled on his throbbing shaft. Or maybe it was me who was throbbing, I didn’t actually know. What I did know was that he needed to move.
Like, now.
I was full. Stuffed. I’d forgotten just how thick he was. My pussy felt like it was on fire as his steel heat fille
d me. I was overloaded in the best way possible. My entire body was tingling at the feeling.
And Twitch grunted, “How the fuck are you still so tight?” He pulled back then thrust into me again almost angrily. “Fuck.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Ce—” I tried to get the word out. Licking my lips, I tried again. “Cesarean.”
Yep. That would do it. I hope he understood because I couldn’t think right now, let alone talk about it.
He started slow, pushing into me, and from the way he muttered, “Yes. So beautiful,” I knew he was watching the show. When I elevated my ass that little bit more to heighten the pleasure on both ends, that small move pulled a groan from Twitch the exact moment a low moan escaped me.
It was ecstasy.
Pure sexual napalm.
Volatile. Explosive.
I felt the second he released the belt. How? Because its length fell down my side, but when he tangled his hand in my hair and pulled lightly, my core clenched. He pulled firmly, forcing me to follow, and then I was up in a kneeling position, my back arched almost painfully as Twitch wrapped his free hand around my throat while continuing his slow thrust assault. I panted with every lunge, and when Twitch put his mouth to the corner of my lips, kissing me deeply at the cheek, I almost came.
And he felt it.
Releasing my neck, he gripped my chin lightly, and growled, “Do not come.”
And then I did something dumb. Super dumb. I poked my tongue out and licked his fingers.
I felt the stutter in his thrust as he took in a deep breath.
I did it again, and he grunted into my ear. “If you don’t want me to make a deposit, you need to stop.”