Page 68 of His Haunted Desire

His answer is to grab my ass and lift me off my feet. He sets me down on the counter and tears my pants and underwear off from around my ankles, freeing my legs. I moan and wrap my legs around him as he guides his cock to my entrance again.

The mirror was hot, even though I was unsure at first, but this is better.

With the counter supporting me, I’m able to grip the back of his neck, pull him in for a kiss. His cock pounds in and out of me relentlessly. I do my best to keep up, but soon his pace turns into animal savagery.

He pounds into me and all I can do is rock with the motion of his urgent thrusts, my core tingling, my clit throbbing, everything getting warm, prickly, and undeniable.

I grab his shoulders, doing my best not to let out a scream of pure pleasure. Euphoria builds in my core and flows through my body. He grunts and moans into my ear, husky and raspy, getting close to an explosion.

“Come for me, sir,” I gasp, kissing his neck.

“Not—until—you…”

He can’t finish the sentence, he’s too close.

I pray the bell doesn’t ring from upstairs, interrupting us. I pray we can finish this together.

Even if I know deep down this is a mistake.

I push the thought away, focusing. Our bodies move together as one, with more sexual chemistry than I’ve ever experienced. No fumbling, no awkwardness, perfect rhythm as we tear off our metaphorical masks and give in to our true desires.

“Sir.” I gasp. “Come for me. Comeinme.”

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Oh, fuck,fuck.”

“Please, sir.”

“You—first,” he grunts. “That’s… an… order…”

I buck my hips faster, almost certain I feel his cock growing harder and bigger inside of me. I can sense his release getting ready to erupt. It’s like our bodies are speaking to each other.

Insane thoughts, fine, but that’s how it feels.

Soon, thinking becomes impossible. All I can do is feel him filling me up, obliterating doubt, regret, and anxiety for the future. There is no future. Just his heat and his ownership.

He owns me.

That’s the thought that drives me toward a second orgasm. I’ve never been one for multiple orgasms. Hell, coming once has always been a struggle, but not with Raiden.

Fresh pleasure shivers out of me. I bite down on his shoulder to stop from screaming out.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Come—on—my—dick…”

“Sir, sir,” I moan, then bite him again. “Suh-sir…”

My orgasm erupts at the same time as he loses the ability to speak. He moans warmly right into my ear, gasping as he explodes inside of me, pumping me full of his come until there’s no more left.

He steps away once he’s gone soft, panting.

“I could fuck you again right now,” he snarls. “Give me a minute and I’ll be rock hard again.”

I quickly slide off the counter and reach down for my pants.

“Is this the part where you tell me that was a mistake?” he says with a cynical tone, pulling up his pants.

I get dressed without answering. Being clothed is priority number one. Even with my sex sore from the hard lovemaking and my body needing a rest, I want to do it again. I wanthimagain.

I pull on my hoodie without putting on my bra. He smirks and reaches for the fabric, massaging my nipples through the material.