Page 41 of Break Me

The pressure was intense. I lifted my head, staring into his eyes. They were so soulful, so full of lust.

He shifted me on his lap, fisting the back of my hair and tilting my head.

With the fingers of his other hand digging into my hip, he lifted me off, keeping just the tip inside. With the same wry smile on his face, he yanked me down, grinding himself into me.

The sensations were amazing, so electric that I was barely able to catch my breath.

With every pulse, my body became even more sensitive, my nipples tingling from his earlier rough touches.

But I loved every minute of him manhandling me.

Lifting my legs, I squeezed my knees against his hips, rocking against him. With his tight hold on my hair, I could barely move. He wanted full control of me, taking me exactly as he pleased.

The wild moment continued and he held my gaze for a heartbeat. My pulse raced, my mind spinning with just how amazing this felt.

He allowed me to feel the effects of being in control, but only briefly.

Using his strong thigh muscles, he regained total power over me, lifting me with one hand, bringing me down time and time again.

I’d never felt so full, or so naughty. Being inside the restaurant at the top of the city was truly a wondrous aphrodisiac. He could do anything he wanted to me and he knew it.

He yanked on my hair, wrapping his fingers around the long strands and forcing my back into a deep arc.

I lost my privilege of seeing him.

But not feeling his hot breath as he dropped his head.

Or the sensations of his wet tongue as he dragged it under my earlobe.

Or the quick hit of pain when he bit down, growling as he did.

He continued the exploration with his tongue, brushing it under my jaw and downward until he was able to engulf one nipple into his hot mouth.

The man proved he could do two things at once, both equally powerful.

He continued pumping into me while he swirled his tongue around my hardened bud.

Soon, he was bobbing me up and down on his lap, his actions forceful yet controlled. With every brutal thrust of his cock, he stretched me even more.

My pussy had never ached this way, had never been so filled.

I was dancing on air, so lightheaded thinking was clearly an impossibility.

He moaned in a deep guttural way against my skin and I shivered from the slight vibrations. Being so lost in the freedom of enjoying myself was incredible.

With every brutal pound, I was brought closer to another moment of sheer nirvana. He wasn’t ready to stop, rolling his lips to my other nipple. He bit down hard enough I yelped, but the pain, just like when he’d spanked me, was incredible.

The savage fucking continued. Beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face, but his sweat was dripping down my chest.

He finally released his hold on my hair and as soon as I lifted my head, I could tell he was straining. Trying to keep from orgasming.

I pressed my hands against him, longing to be able to run my fingers along his naked chest. Yet even though he was still wearing his shirt, I could tell his muscles were flexing with every brutal thrust.

We kept our eyes locked on each other as he rubbed his hand down my back.

Slowly.

Gently.