For the next several minutes, he continued pleasuring me, his ability to bring me close then pulling back leaving me exasperated, so wet that trickles slid down both thighs. I couldn’t stop panting, my pulse skipping as his touch seared every inch of my body.
He cracked his fingers against my pussy lips four times in rapid succession and I thought I’d lose my mind. My core was like a volcano ready to explode, the heat oppressive. Another series of vibrant stars rushed in front of my eyes, rendering me incapable of focusing.
When he jerked my bottom off the table, pushing my legs back so my buttocks were lifted off the surface, another wave of embarrassment rushed into me. He had full control over my desires, masterful in how he delivered my pleasure. As he started to suck on my swollen clit, I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Oh, my. I’m going to… Yes. Yes. Yes!” My body bucked involuntarily, every nerve ending on fire as the orgasm swept through me, driving me straight into ecstasy. I lost my breath, my mind a complete blur.
And he refused to stop, growls mixing with other guttural sounds, pushing me to the point of sheer madness. A single climax was thrust into another that was so powerful I pressed my hands against the table, tasting blood as I bit down on my lip. My body bucked hard, the vibrations like live wires shoved into areas of my skin.
I lost my voice, sheer exhaustion rushing into me, but the tingling jolts were incredible. I’d never felt so beautifully alive, every muscle on fire. I could no longer feel my legs but as he eased them down, allowing them to dangle off the table, I laughed softly. Nothing had ever felt so delicious, the sinful act forever embedded in my mind.
If this was his idea of getting me to calm down and forget the situation, I was all for it.
He shoved the chair aside, the scratching sound made by the legs filtering into my eardrums. When he planted his hands on either side of me, I blinked several times in order to focus.
“We’re not done, sweetheart. Not by a longshot.”
I tried to catch my breath as he lifted my legs into the air, taking his time to lick and pepper kisses on one thigh then the other. There was such darkness in his eyes as he rubbed his fingertips down my skin. I was still mesmerized by his beauty, but there was a quiet revelry going on within him, a battle that had kept him on the outer fringes of his life.
That was easy to see, but I had no idea why it would matter. Maybe I was just curious how the man who’d saved my life could kill so easily without a hint of remorse. He was just doing his job. He pressed my legs against his chest, his eyes never blinking as he positioned the tip of his cock against my still quivering pussy.
“Now, I fuck you.” As he’d promised, this wasn’t about making love. This was rough sex, not meant for the faint of heart. He thrust the entire length inside, filling me completely.
“Oh. My. God.” I brought my fisted hands to my face, gasping for air as my muscles clamped around the huge invasion. He was huge, swelling even more. I was shocked I was able to take every inch, my mind foggy as the pleasure continued to build.
He pulled almost all the way out, taking gasping breaths of his own before driving into me again. Then he started to fuck me in earnest, plunging hard and fast, the force pushing me across the surface of the table.
“So tight. I fucking love how tight you are,” he growled, the velvety sound floating over me, creating another moment of breathlessness. The angle added to the intensity, the power he used pushing me into a blissful state.
His hard pounding continued, skin slapping against skin filtering into my ears, matching the wild beating of my heart. I was lost in the moment, relinquishing all control as he fucked me like a savage, brutal and without remorse. He was taking what he wanted whether I liked it or not.
I lolled my head to the side, completely electrified.
Every time I looked into his eyes, I sensed the strong connection we shared. It wasn’t explainable. I had no understanding of the man or why he’d been selected to watch out over me, but I was beginning to realize that he was a true savior. Even if he’d never be the one to admit it.
His breathing labored, he rolled his fingers down the side of my leg, following the trail with his lust-filled eyes. Every sound he made was that of a primal beast and as it filtered all throughout my system, I remained in the incredible haze where need and desire swirled together, refusing to let me go.
Viper rolled onto the tips of his toes, yanking my bottom even higher. The angle was incredible, jolts like pings of firecrackers jetting through me. An orgasm swept through me like raw energy, and I struggled in my bindings, my body bucking involuntarily.
“That’s it. Come for me. Come on my fucking cock.”
There was something dirty and delicious about his stark words, the inflection that of a beast. I knew there was no chance I could stymy the powerful moment, gasping for air as the first climax rushed into a second.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Moaning, I blinked several times, the splotches of color turning into a massive haze, but there was no denying the look in his eyes.
Commanding.
Possessive.
He thrust harder, the sound explosive and when I could tell he was close to coming, I squeezed my muscles, throwing my arms over my head, gasping for air.
“Fuck. Fuck… Fuck!” His roar was stifled, his chest heaving as his legs twitched. His entire body began to shake, his face twisting as the orgasm flowed through his muscles.
I half laughed, licking my lips as he studied me, tilting his head to the side as he stared down at me. “We’re not finished yet.” His expression returned to one of dark mischief and he raked his fingers down the inside of my leg before lowering both.
As he eased me into a sitting position, he cupped both sides of my face, lowering his head. In another tender moment, he whisked his tongue around my lips before capturing them, holding the kiss for a full ten seconds before gently opening my mouth and sliding his tongue inside. I longed to touch him, to run my fingers down the length of his chest. He shuddered when I maneuvered both hands, managing to brush my knuckles along his abdomen.
The kiss remained a quiet representation of our electric heat for a few seconds before his dominating side took over. His fingers dug into my skin as he lifted my head, drinking hungrily from my mouth. I teased him, managing to roll a single finger around his cockhead, savoring the moment as if we’d never be able to share it again.