He bent down and kissed her on the nose. “Not if I have anything to do with it. Will you trust me on this or are you saying it’s a limit for you?”
The question held no accusatory tone, it was an honest one. If she didn’t want to, he would never make her. When she’d been kidnapped, Davis had shoved his sock in her mouth and she’d almost choked on her own vomit. The memory was an ugly one—one that flared up on occasion when she’d gag on something. And she hated that it was there.
She would not let it ruin this moment. And maybe, just maybe, doing this with Wyatt could replace the ugly memory with a sexy one. She nodded. “I trust you.”
The pleasure that broke over his expression at her trust was reward enough. He held the towel in front of her mouth and she bit down on it. “Good girl. Can you breathe?”
She nodded.
“Practice spitting it out.”
She opened her mouth, shoved the terrycloth out with her tongue.
He grabbed it, re-rolled it, and put it back in, then let his hand drift down to one of her clamps, circling the sensitive area around it. She rocked into the touch with a muffled moan. “There you go. You can get rid of the gag if you need to. But this way, when I fuck those screams out of you—because, believe me, that’s what I intend to do—you won’t alert the whole island.”
He bent down and followed the path his finger had traced with the tip of his tongue, nearly making her eyes roll back in her head. Then he was on the move again, leaving her bereft without his heat, his touch.Author: Roni Loren
“Don’t get that forlorn look in your eyes, love. I’m not going anywhere.” He snagged a condom off the table and sheathed himself, then lowered his body between her thighs. His focus never left her face as he put his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs toward her chest. “I plan on being here a very long time.”
His cock nudged at her soaked entrance, her body not opening as easily with the plug taking up real estate. But he simply pushed her legs wider and worked his way into the impossibly tight space. He groaned as she quivered around him, the feeling of fullness nearly sending her into orgasm instantly. She was so wound up already—bound, gagged, slick with oil and her own arousal that even the hint of him brushing against her G-spot had her nervous system short-circuiting. It was all so much. He was so much.
“I can feel you clenching around me,” Wyatt groaned as he pumped slowly back and forth inside her. “You’re fighting it already, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
She made a miserable whimpering sound into the towel.
He let go of one of her legs and reached beneath himself, grasping the base of the plug and turning it easily, the lubricant still keeping things slippery inside her back passage. “Go ahead and take this first one, love. You’ve earned it. Come for me.”
He kept his steady rhythm, fucking her with long, deep strokes, but as he did it he pulled the plug halfway out, lighting up the nerves at the sensitive rim and plunged it back in, fucking her with the toy in the same cadence as the grind of his cock over her G-spot. The dual sensations twined up her spine, radiating out like satellite signals to every molecule in her system.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice hot against her. “You feel so good. Come all over me. Show me how much you like me fucking that pretty cunt, that tight little ass. Show me how shameless you are. Take it, Kelsey. Take what you want.”
At that, she couldn’t stop the charging stampede of sensation. It knocked her back against the lounge chair and she groaned into the towel, her teeth gripping it hard as her body rode Wyatt’s thrusting cock and his toy. Sweat broke out across her skin and she closed her eyes, drowning.
But before she could even catch her breath, Wyatt was sliding the toy out of her and pulling his cock free. Panic shot through her and she went to reach for him, but her hands were still locked to the chair. He placed a hand on her thigh, giving it a quick squeeze. “Shh, I’m right here.”
There was the sound of something slick and then Wyatt was there against her again. Only not at her still-spasming pussy, but at her back entrance. The fat head of his cock pressed against the tight ring, and she shuddered hard, her body still tweaking from the orgasm.
“Try to relax, love,” he said, an edge of strain in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She made a frustrated moan. You won’t hurt me. Take me. Please, God, take me. But the words were only in her head, the towel still gripped tight in her mouth. As if he’d heard her unspoken thoughts anyway, he spread her ass cheeks with his hands and nudged forward, pushing against the pucker of muscle until her body gave in and opened to him. The first full thrust was one of the most intense moments of physical sensation she’d ever had.
The combination of pain and sheer bliss rocked through her like an earthquake, sending fissures and cracks through every semblance of sanity she was clinging to. His fingers found her throbbing clit, converting any remaining threads of discomfort into pure ecstasy, and he began to move inside her, his sexy words falling over her like fiery rain. Words like beautiful and amazing and sexy and that nickname that made her bones melt, love.
“Look at me, love,” he said in a near strangled whisper.
She forced her eyes open, her brain fuzzy, but her vision of him stunningly clear. His skin glistened with sweat, the muscles of his chest and shoulders flexing and tightening with each steady slide inside her tight passage—a beautiful male beast on a mission to claim. But what transfixed her was the way he was looking at her. Like no other woman had ever existed in the world before this moment and like no other ever would. The sheer power of that gaze ripped right through her, tearing through any distance she was trying to keep between them. Her eyes clamped shut.
“No, Kelsey,” he said harshly. “I need your eyes. Look at me. See me. See me seeing you.”
The words jumbled in her head, mixing in with the overwhelming feeling of her body tightening, revving. But she got the message. This isn’t a random fuck. You mean something. You mean something to me.
Water filled her bottom lids but she held on to his eye contact, ensnared in it. And only then did he slide his fingers and angle his body in just the right way to take her over the edge. Pleasure shot through her like a thousand pinpricks of light flashing through her and bursting out of her skin. She screamed around the towel, a wretched grit-filled sound that hurt her throat. But she couldn’t stop. The crazed noise just kept going and going, on loop. During the height of it, he took the nipple clamps off her, sending a shocking wave of pain through her that only seemed to make her come harder. Her eyes finally fluttered closed, an involuntary response she couldn’t fight, and tears slid down her cheeks as the oblivion took her under.
Wyatt’s own release was silent, but she felt the unspoken shout in his brutal grip on her thigh, in the shudder of his body. His cock swelled inside her, pulsing and pulsing as if he was determined to give her everything, every damn ounce of his being. Then, finally, he slipped out of her, letting her legs ease back to the cushions, and he bowed forward, laying his cheek to the space between her breasts and panting.
She laid her head back to stare at the sky, her jaw going slack and releasing the towel.
This time she didn’t have the energy to run.