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Chapter eleven

Crossing Boundaries

Kylie

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” His eyes slid closed on a muttered curse.

I leaned in and nipped his ear. “Touch me. Feel how wet I am for you. I want you inside me.” I stroked his shaft through the fabric, aching to feel him inside me, praying he wouldn’t turn away from me.

“Show me what it’s like to be fucked by a real man,” I dared him.

Axel scowled, his jade eyes black with lust. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

I nibbled on his jaw. “I know what I want to do to you and have you do to me. Want me to tell you?”

“Yes,” he croaked, like he was in pain, but was desperate to know.

“I want you naked so I can explore your body like it’s my private playground. I want to taste you here.” I pumped my hand around his cock. “Teasing the slit of your crown with my tongue before sucking on your cock. I want to make you come in my mouth so I can swallow every drop of semen. I want your mouth on me, on my pussy. And then I want every inch of your cock inside me while we fuck each other blind.”

He wrapped his hand around my hair and yanked my head back. I quivered at the dominant move. My body purred in pleasure, enjoying being handled like this far too much. God, it made my bones damn near liquefy.

“Be sure. Because once I begin, I won’t be able to stop.”

With victory within my grasp, I rejoiced. My blood hummed with exquisite expectation. “I won’t want you to stop. Take me, Axel. I need you.”

He emitted a growl that sounded as if it came from the depths of his soul. Then he pounced. He flipped our positions so fast I lost my breath. I lay on my back with the wind knocked out of me and Axel’s ginormous body wedged between my thighs. And for the first time, I shivered at his massive size. This man could do some serious damage.

But strangely, I wasn’t afraid of him. He made me feel safe as if he would die before harming me. Deep down I knew he would stand as bastion between me and the rest of the world.

I reached up, gliding my hands over his chest. “You’re still wearing too many clothes. I want to see all of you, Axel.”

He rose to his knees and clawed at the clasp on his cargo pants.

I wasn’t prepared for how fucking good he looked. From this vantage point, staring up at him, the man was ripped. A huge bodybuilder type with chiseled muscles, his beefy arms were thicker than my thighs. On his knees, he lowered the zipper slowly, drawing it out and giving me all the time in the world to back out.

It wasn’t happening. I wanted him too damn badly. I bit my bottom lip.

In a bid to entice him to move faster, I slid my hands up my torso and cupped my breasts. His hot gaze followed my hands, zeroing in on them as I kneaded the mounds and plucked at the nipples.

Axel stopped lowering his zipper. He grabbed my wrists and moved my hands above my head. Oxygen lodged itself in my chest. He bracketed my wrists as he leaned down.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you tonight. Not you. Keep your hands up here.”

“Or you’ll what?”

He tilted his head, studying me. “Are you angling for some punishment? Do you like a little pain with your pleasure, Angel?”

My breath shuddered out. “Maybe.”

His eyes hooded as he shifted. He grabbed the belt he had removed earlier from the nightstand, then looped the soft leather around my wrists. An erotic thrill shot through me and landed in my core. I bit back a whimper. I didn’t know why I found it so hot that he was restraining me. I never thought I had any type of kinks. But my body reacted to him restraining me, lighting up like a Fourth of July fireworks display. I had never been so aroused in all my life.

He hooked the belt to the headboard, and I panted. Exposed. Aroused. And needing him more than I ever have another man.

“Axel, please.” I undulated, craving his hands, his mouth, his cock, any piece of him he would give me.

“All in good time, Angel.” He rose from the bed and discarded his pants, giving me the first view of his muscled thighs the size of tree trunks. But it was the firm ridge of flesh beneath the black boxer briefs that drew my attention.

No way was he that big. It had to be an optical illusion with the black fabric.

On edge, wanting him back in bed with me, I stared transfixed as he lowered his underwear.

Fuck me.

Axel was proportionate. He had a monster in his pants. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen with sizeable testes. And I worried whether he would fit.

He approached. His monstrous cock bobbed as he climbed back into bed, positioning himself between my thighs. He caught my expression. “Don’t worry, I’m going to prepare you so well that I’ll fit.”

“You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” I licked my lips. I might be a little worried about the fit, and if it would hurt. But I’d never wanted a man more.

A salacious grin spread over his face. “And I know how to use it. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, Angel, you’ll be screaming my name.”

Oh goodie! I spread my thighs, my thong still covering my pussy. “Promises, promises.”

Positioning his hands on either side of my shoulders, he leaned in and nipped my chin. “Just for that, you need to earn my cock. And you won’t get it until you’re begging me, and then, and only then, will I give it to you.”

Then he slammed his mouth down over mine and plundered. There was no other word for the torrid kiss. I whimpered and kissed him back, twisting my tongue in his, trying to give him as much as he gave me. Kissing Axel was a full body experience. Weak-kneed, my body flooded with pleasure. I’d never known a kiss could be like this, this dissolution of self until I became a woman I didn’t recognize—one who reveled in pleasure and would accept nothing less.

His mouth left mine, and I strained, greedy for more. Axel shot me a sadistic smirk. Then he kissed his way down my chest, tonguing one of my nipples. I arched my back, moaning. On a dark groan, he sucked the bud into his mouth. And his expression, the way he closed his eyes in pleasure as if he’d been granted entrance to the kingdom of heaven, was a fire in my blood.

After years of abuse, it was heady. Being touched with passion instead of anger and brutality.

Flames licked along my skin as he drew deep on the bud. He lashed it with his tongue, making it painfully swell. When he bit down, I choked out. “Oh god, yes!” I tried feeding him more of the mound, arching my back at his delicious torture.

Awash in a sea of bliss, each tug elicited a spray of sparks that fed directly to my sex. When he switched to its twin, I whimpered. The pleasure was too good. It’s how it should have been with my husband. But Carlos had never cared about my pleasure. Even when he was courting me.

“Axel,” I whimpered, rocking my hips, aching to be filled by him.

He released my nipple with a pop. “You’re beautiful, Angel. I could suck on your tits all night and die a happy man.” He swiped his tongue over the distended bud.

“Please. I want to taste you.” I strained against the belt.

“Fuck, you’re killing me here.” He slid his gaze to my face. “Are you that hungry for my cock, Angel? You want me to fuck that mouth?”

I nodded. “Yes. That’s what I want.”

He flicked his tongue one final time over my nipple. Then he shifted and re-positioned his body. He moved and kneeled near my head. But then he turned, so he was facing the foot of the bed. He undid the belt, releasing my wrists. “In order for this to work, I need your hands free. Now I want you to tilt your head back slightly for me.”

I did as he instructed as understanding dawned.

“Good.” He positioned his thighs on either side of my head. Then he gripped his monster dick. “Open wide for me.”

On his command, I dropped my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue against his crease on the tip, lapping up the drop of pre-cum. He hissed out a groan. And then fed his shaft inside my hungry mouth. It was a tight fit. Painful even as he challenged my gag reflex and stretched my jaw. But it didn’t stop me from moaning around his staff. I wanted to suck his cock, not because I had to keep the peace, but because I wanted to suck all his monster inches.

He thrust slowly, giving me a chance to become familiar with his sheer girth. My god, I practically had to unhinge my jaw to suck his shaft.

“That’s it, Angel. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. But you can take more of me and let me fuck that throat.” He pumped his dick, gliding deeper, pushing past my gag reflex. Tears streamed from my eyes. But I enjoyed his cock in my mouth in a way I never did with Carlos. But then, it had always been about his pleasure.

Axel leaned forward changing the angle of his penetration, gliding even deeper as he rhythmically fucked my mouth. His massive hands caressed my torso, heading for my pussy.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to know how you taste,” he murmured, still slowly thrusting into my mouth.

He parted my thighs with his big hands. Then used his thumbs to part my labia. His hot breath ghosted over my intimate flesh. “God, look at you. All pink and wet and all for me.”

I moaned around his thrusting shaft at the first swipe of his tongue over my clit. And it struck me that I was experiencing my very first sixty-nine. It must look so fucking lewd, with his cock in my mouth and his face planted in my pussy.

My hands moved, needing to touch him. They met with the rock-hard muscle of his thighs. I slid my hands to his thick ass, gripping tight, moaning as he sucked on my clit.

This was more than the simple fuck I thought I would get. This was decadent depravity. And I fucking loved it. I lost myself in pleasure. Whimpering and moaning around his big dick while his tongue lapped at my pussy as if it was his favorite dessert that he intended to savor.

But Axel withdrew his shaft, moving his big body yet again. I reached for him, craving his cock in my mouth. “Where?”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time. And if we keep that up, I will. I want to come buried inside this sweet pussy.”

I moaned low. Because it was what I wanted too. I wanted everything he would give me.

“But I’m not done tasting you yet,” he murmured on a low growl, diving face-first into my pussy like a rabid dog. He ate my pussy with relish, sliding his tongue over and around my clit, before plunging inside my sheath.

Thank god he left my hands free. I cupped his bald head, grinding my pussy against his mouth, whimpering, writhing, aching for more.

Mindless. That’s what he made me. Stripping my thoughts away one stroke of his tongue at a time. Gripping my thighs, he lapped at my clit, holding me in place until I screamed as my release barreled through me.

Only he didn’t stop. Not even as my orgasm eroded away.

“Axel. Please.”

“Not yet. Fuck, you taste so good. I can’t get enough of this pussy,” Axel growled. Then he fucking ravaged my pussy. There was no other word for it.

Like my pussy held the keys to eternal life, and he wanted to devour me. Before I could process, he had me coming. Again.

My clit swelled painfully. But did he stop?

Nope. He kept lashing my swollen nub. Thrusting his tongue in deep until I was a whimpering, writhing mess.

“Please, Axel. No more. I need you to fuck me.” I stared down at his head buried between my thighs.

He lifted his face, his chin coated with my cream, his eyes hooded with lust. He teased my clit with a slow drag of his tongue. “Do you think you’ve earned my cock?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Take me. Feed that monster cock in my pussy and fuck me.”

I didn’t care that I was begging. But I was past the point of caring. I needed him to fuck me.