Page 22 of Corrupted By the Shadow King (Hope Runs Deep #3)
Nikki
H oly shit! He’s big. As he slowly slides into me, I can feel every inch of his length and girth, and I revel in it. It’s almost to the point of painful without crossing that line, and I want more. More of him. More of this feeling. More of everything.
When he is fully seated, he stops, but I don’t want him to. I can feel the pressure within me already building, and I need him to move. To do something!
“Alex,” I gasp. “Please.”
He draws back, his cock sliding out of me until only the tip remains, and then he thrusts back in hard and fast. Yes, this is what I need.
“I don’t think I can go slow,” he warns, and I feel the same. I don’t want soft and sweet. I don’t want slow and loving. I need a hard pounding that will leave me feeling it for days.
“Don’t.” The moment the word is out of my mouth, he presses in again so hard my head hits the headboard. Fuck, this feels amazing. Out of this world.
He is pulling out without stopping, only to push back in. In and out. His hips pistoning faster with each thrust. I hold onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips as I grip his shoulders, my nails marking him as he marked my neck with his mouth.
His mouth returns to that spot, biting it again, enhancing my pleasure, making me scream out his name, and I don’t give two shits if my neighbors can hear me or not. I’ve heard them plenty of times.
Alex is making me lose my mind. After I come, it usually takes me several minutes before I feel the start of the itch of my building pleasure. With Alex, it happened the moment he inserted his dick into me, and he is pushing me closer and closer to that edge with every movement of his body over me.
My second orgasm is coming fast, practically drowning me. I can’t resist as blackness engulfs me. La petite mort indeed.
When I come to, Alex is holding himself over me, still as hard as steel in me. He didn’t come with me?
“Ready?” he asks.
Ready? Ready for what?
He lifts one of my legs to his shoulder and begins thrusting again. I’m sensitive and overstimulated. When his orgasm finally overtakes him, he pulls me over the edge with him a third time.
I’m done. I can’t move. I’m a boneless pile of skin.
I can feel him pull out of me and off the bed, but then I feel a warm cloth press against me, cleaning me up.
The last thing I remember is the bed shift as he gets back in and pulls me to him. I hear his whispered words, “Do you have to go to work tomorrow?” I don’t know if I answer him or not. I don’t know if I can. But thankfully, I don’t, and sleep comes quickly.