Forcefully, she pushes my shoulders back until I’m slamming into the back of the porcelain tub, ripping my hand from her throat. She sucks in a deep breath but doesn’t stop gyrating against me.
My hands move to her round hips, and there’s no stopping me from jerking her further against me, taking over her grinding and setting a pace of my own.
Pleasure is pooling in the base of my spine, and I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I draw closer to release.
It’s when I’m lost to pleasure that I’m overpowered easily. She lifts up on her knees, away from my pulsating cock, and just when I was getting ready to explode.
Instantly, I’m overcome with frustration I’ve never felt in my life.
“I swear to fucking God, Adeline, if you don’t sit back down right fucking now—” She slaps her hand over my mouth, and she might as well have stuck a lightning rod up my ass—I’m so goddamn shocked.
“Shh, baby,” she whispers, a slight grin curling her lips.
Fuck. Her.
She wins.
And she already knows this, moving to wrap her hand around the base of my dick and point it upward. All words die on my tongue, completely forgotten as she gently lowers herself until the tip is breaching her entrance.
Her voice shakes as she says, “I’m in control, Zade. Not you. Me.”
She drops her hand, her eyes pinned to me, a raging fire so hot, they look like liquid pools of whiskey.
My fucking favorite.
I clench my teeth, the fragile bones in my gums threatening to crumble as she lowers herself further until her tight heat consumes the tip of my cock. The side of my fist cracks into the tub, nearly unhinged from how incredible she feels.
“Fuck, Addie—”
Leaning forward, she plants both hands low on my hips, pressing down firmly. Her arms push her breasts together, and if I weren’t so close to erupting, I’d have them between my teeth.
“Don’t move,” she sighs, breathless and raspy with desire.
I can feel the flames shooting from my eyes as I glare at her. I’m hardened steel and could shatter diamonds across my dick, but my control has always been nonexistent with her.
This is the worst torture a man can endure, yet I will gladly suffer through it if it means getting even an inch of her wrapped around me.
“Don’t let that control slip from your fingers because if it does, I will be responsible for every one of my actions. I’ll fuck you so deeply, you’ll be crying for me to stop, and I won’t, Adeline. You’ll have to fucking kill me before that happens, and I will die without a shred of remorse.”
They always say eyes are windows to the soul, and fuck if it isn’t true because I can see the fear invading her body. Yet she still gets off on it just as much as she used to when I was only a shadow in the night.
Her pussy clenches, and I feel her arousal leaking down my length, drawing out a deep, guttural growl from my chest.
Hot water pools mid-level to my thighs, sloshing when she readjusts to balance herself better.
I hiss when she circles her hips, her nails biting into my sides.
“Harder,” I bark. I need the pain to ground me. I need it to keep me sane. If I feel nothing else but her, I’ll lose it completely. “Dig your nails harder.”
She listens, and I shudder from the sharp pin pricks. It’s just enough to keep me from spilling inside her.
Ever so slightly, she bounces her ass, her movements scarce and hardly allowing her pussy to swallow more than an inch of me. Yet it sends my eyes rolling.
One of her hands moves to wrap around the base of my cock, but I stop her. If she touches me, I’m done for.
I circle my finger and thumb around the base to stabilize it, and then use my other hand to rub her clit i
n tight circles. She’s not taking nearly enough of me to get off on. Even then, she needs stimulation most of the time.