Page 141 of Give In

“Forget that again, and I’ll stop. I’ll shoot my come all over your perfect ass and then we’ll go to bed.”

I pressed my lips together.

He began filling me again, harder than before. “Trust me.”

“I do.”

“Trust me to take care of you,” he rumbled, going faster like it was him nearing the edge.

“I do,” I moaned.

“Not yet, but you will.”

I was breathing too heavy to respond. My legs trembled and would’ve gone out from under me had it not been for the bonds. I was so close, my body pulsed with it.

Before I could explode, Damien’s finger left my ass only to be replaced by two. The burn of them straining to fit inside me returned, but I didn’t care.

All I could focus on was the tight coil of tension that was twisting low in my belly. It hurt so much worse than his thick fingers roughly fucking my tight hole.

“Tip your ass, angel,” Damien ordered. When I did, he moved his thigh between mine, pushing it firmly against me.

I hissed out a breath as his coarse leg hair made contact with my clit. It took every ounce of willpower I had, but I didn’t move. I didn’t even breath because I didn’t trust myself.

I stayed perfectly still until Damien stopped with his fingers buried deep and asked, “Who controls your orgasms?”

It was as fucked-up, dysfunctional, and wrong as the rest of our relationship, but I told the truth when I said, “You.”

He pressed his thigh harder against me. “Rub yourself on me.”

Rocking my hips in quick jerks, I ground my clit against his thigh. His fingers pumped in me, spreading and stretching until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Can I…” I tried. “I need…”

“Come, Eden.”

It didn’t matter what he said. There was no stopping it. No holding back. I exploded, moving desperately to fuck myself with his fingers and thigh.

I wasn’t done when his fingers and thigh were suddenly gone, replaced by something much thicker.

And longer.

And crazy intimidating, had I not been riding the high of a universe-bending orgasm.

Cold lube recoated my hole before the head of his cock pressed in, stealing my breath.

“Fuck, so tight,” he gritted out.

“Oh shit,” I wheezed.

“Push back against me,” Damien encouraged, brushing my sweat-slickened hair out of my face. “God, just like that.”

He went slow and gentle, easing in and out.

“Are you all the way in?” I panted.

“Halfway, angel.”

“Why the hell are you so big?”