Page 46 of Asylum
He cups my cheek with his palm, and I nuzzle into his touch. “I need you so fucking badly, Lilly. But if you’re not ready-”
“I’m ready,” I blurt out, and he cocks an eyebrow. “I got lost in my head for a minute.”
“What were you thinking about?”
My cheeks heat, but I tell him the truth. “I don’t know how I could ever forget this.”
He grins. “Oh really?”
I slap his chest. “Don’t get cocky.”
His eyes darken, the intensity almost too much to bear. “I’m going to keep you in this bed, fucking you for days until you’re begging me to stop. I’m going to use you, break you, and when you regain consciousness, I’ll do it all over again.”
My mouth is suddenly dry at his delicious threat. My mind can’t conjure a single response, so I do the only thing I can. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down as I crash our lips together.
He growls, the vibration going straight to my pussy. My hips rise, seeking the friction I so desperately need, but he chuckles against my mouth. “So impatient.”
His hand leaves my hip, slipping lower, sliding inside the waistband of my sleep shorts. I gasp as he trails a single finger across my panties, tracing my seam through the drenched fabric.He pushes them to the side, sinking a finger inside me. “You’re fucking soaked.”
A whimper escapes me as he withdraws, only to add another one. My hips buck into his hand, begging for release. “Please.”
“That’s it, little doll. Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he mutters against my lips before trailing his tongue across my jaw, sucking and nipping a path down my neck. “Be a good girl. Come on my hand, and I’ll give you my cock.”
He’s so fucking arrogant, but it works for me. My lower belly coils tightly, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Indecent noises leave my lips, but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed. I’m teetering on the brink of oblivion, but I need something more. “Harder. Please.”
“So fucking pretty when you beg.” He groans, pressing his thumb against my clit, the pressure sending me over the edge.
Crying out his name, my body arches off the bed, my hips grinding against his skilled fingers. He whispers praises in my ear, his warm breath sending a wave of awareness across my skin. He circles my clit slowly, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my limp body.
As I lie motionless, my limbs tingling, my skin flushed, he slides his fingers from my pussy, bringing them to his mouth. My lips part as I watch him suck them clean, his tongue catching what’s sliding down his palm, his eyes closed as if he’s experiencing pleasure the way I just did.
My thighs clench around his waist, and his eyes fly open, full of danger and darkness. “I can’t wait to stuff your tight pussy with my tongue. But that will have to wait. I need you wrapped around my cock.”
He rises from the bed, gripping the waistband of my shorts, jerking them down my legs along with my panties. He discards them onto the floor before doing the same with his briefs. My lips part as I unabashedly stare at his cock, both fascinated, andterrified. He’s long and thick, a large vein traveling the entire length of his shaft. Licking my lips, I reach for it, but he bats my hand away.
He moves onto the bed, crawling up my body, trailing his thumb across my bottom lip. “There’ll be time for that later, little doll. I look forward to fucking that beautiful face of yours.” He kisses me fast and hard before rising to his knees, spreading my thighs wider. He stares between my legs, his pupils dilating. “So swollen and pink. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I moan, wiggling my hips, begging to be filled.
His thumbs spread me open as he pushes the head of his cock inside me. My pussy stretches, a burning sensation traveling through my core. The pain only intensifies the pleasure, and my eyes roll back in my head. He withdraws, sliding back in further this time. My back arches, and I feel like I may lose consciousness. He withdraws once more, but I don’t have time to feel hollow or empty. He slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat. He pauses, that cocky smirk on his lips once again. “Too much?”
“Yes!” I pant, already addicted to the pain. “Don’t stop.”
The rumble in his chest combined with the feral look in his eyes has me wrapping my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back. He falls forward, catching his weight on his forearms. He brings his hand to the top of my head, fisting my hair. His other hand flies to my throat, his long fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of my neck. “Don’t fucking let go.”
Oh. God.
He slides out slowly, his eyes on my face, watching me for a moment before driving into me again.
It’s the last break I get.
“Remember how much I care for you, Lilly.” He grins. “It’s about to feel like I don’t.”
A strangled cry is torn from my throat as he fucks me like my only purpose in this world is to take his cock. His grip on my hair is painful. His hold on my throat is unforgiving. The brutal pace of his hips is my undoing. I come so fucking hard, tears spring to my eyes. My nails dig into his back, the pain making him groan, and his hips snap back and forth harder, faster.
“You’re gripping me so tight,” he grounds out, his jaw clenched.
“More.” I beg before my body has a chance to recover.