“Something you need,fiametta?” he asks, resting his head on my leg to look up at me. I can tell he’s suppressing a smile by the solitary dimple. The panic inside me is easily turned to passion, eager for the distraction of his body. I want him and he knows it.
“Mmm, you could say that,” I reply, bringing my hands down to his head to guide him. Before I succeed, he catches my wrists and pulls them above my head, pressing himself flat against me.
“Ahh,tesoro, I know what you need,” he brings his head down to whisper into my neck, “but I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you scream.”
Without warning, he bites down onto my neck and I do cry out. The sharp pain quickly turns to pleasure and the cry into a moan. Unable to move my hands, I wrap my legs around him. Pressing my core forward I try to gain friction, but he stays stubbornly out of reach. Pulling back, he kisses me fiercely, his grip on my wrists never wavering even as he pulls one hand away to grip my breast. His thumb circles my nipple and I press my chest forward.
“Let me hear you say it,” he whispers again, bringing his head down to torture me further.
“Please, Ax,” I practically whine, and I feel him smile against my skin.
“Not good enough.”
His mouth finds my nipple.
“Fuck,” I moan and this time he chuckles, bringing his face back up to mine.
“Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?”
I lick my lips and nod, moving my head forward to kiss him. He pulls back, moving forward to smile against my lips again.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says again, biting my bottom lip as he presses his hips forward, finally giving me a bit of the friction I crave. “Tell me, Ana. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
His length presses up against me and I lean forward, biting the skin on his chest. Hissing, he pulls back and looks into my face. His eyes shine down on mine.
“Please fuck me hard, Axle,” I whisper, and I see his pupils dilate before he smiles wickedly.
I don’t know when or how he lined it up, but he slides into me perfectly and I let out a gasp.
“Fuck—”
“Hold on, baby,” he says as he releases my wrists, letting my arms fall around his neck. His hands grip my ass, pulling me toward him. At this angle, he’s hitting delicious spots inside of me as well as rubbing my clit. My eyes close as he begins to move, my body overwhelmed with pleasure.
In this moment, none of the bullshit going on outside this room matters. This is us in our most perfect hour, and there is nowhere in the world I’d rather be.
I feel myself begin to tense and tighten and his speed picks up. My fingers dig into his back as he pushes me over the edge, never stopping even as I twitch around him. I’m deaf to my own cries but I know I’m not being quiet.
“Fuck, Ana,” Ax grunts as my orgasm keeps going and he is pushed over the ledge. I feel him swell inside me and push forward, relishing the feel of him coming inside me. My eyes are already closing by the time Ax is lying his head on me.
Twenty
Axle
“Mama,” I cry out, my voice hoarse from saying it again and again. Suddenly the cell door swings open. Sniffling I stand, wiping my face on my sleeve.
“Hello? Mama?”
Only darkness greets me. I slowly make my way down the hallways, noticing all the other doors are still locked. I don’t hear anything. It’s completely silent except for the small sounds of my footsteps. After a few minutes I see a light up ahead. I move faster, everything in my body screaming to get to mama. Every step feels too slow. I can’t run. Can’t go fast enough.
“Mama?”
The light gets stronger. I keep moving forward. It feels like my legs aren’t moving. A chill runs through my body and I’m terrified without knowing why. Still, I move towards the beacon of light like a moth to the flame, unable to resist its pull.
Savage grunting begins to pound in my ears, and I turn the corner and something inside me dies. I can’t look away. It’s Dick. And he’s…
“Ana?”
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