Page 74 of His Rough Side

Buzzed from all the changes coming her way, she smiled against his back all the way home.

Epilogue

Serge choked Aubrey, pinning her to the wall. To keep from panicking, she gazed into his eyes as blackness tinged the borders of her vision.

Her nipples hardened as her arousal took hold. Her eyes rolled. Rhythmic spasms of Aubrey's pussy clamped down on his cock.

Aware of his fingers loosening. She gasped the moment air became available to her.

Serge thrust deeper. Under the force, her head banged against the wall. A whimper of anticipation escaped her mouth.

He made sure she remained grounded, only allowing her to slip into that high before bringing her back around for another turn. She hung from her arms, her wrists bound and secured to the wall.

Each plunge filled her. Her leg slipped from his hip, and he grabbed the back of her thigh, keeping her secure in front of him.

Sex with him only got better the more she permitted him to show her his world. The place where he was capable of feeling.

His fingers trailed up to her neck. She closed her eyes at the onslaught of pleasure, knowing what was coming, what he'd do to her, and how she'd feel.

He was right. She was addicted to him. She craved everything he could do to her.

The pressure on her neck increased.

"Open your eyes." He slid his cock in and out, never missing a stroke. "Look at me."

She blinked rapidly, fighting the pull to let her eyes roll back in her head and climax. His chiseled face, etched in hardness, filled her vision.

"That's it, Bree." He banged her against the wall. "Fucking give it to me."

Her control slipped. Unable to breathe, she understood that her body knew what to do. Her core spiraled tighter, gathering energy. Stars appeared with lightheadedness.

He ground against her. His cock stretched her to the limit, and then her pussy clamped down on him and nirvana swept through her.

He shifted, holding onto her as her body relaxed and constricted. Relaxed and constricted. A slave to the pleasure, her legs slipped off him. Serge gripped her waist, keeping the pressure off her bound hands.

Buried deeply in her, he groaned. The weight of his body pressed against her as she hung on the wall. Even as his body jolted with each spurt of his pleasure, he ripped the Velcro straps off her wrists, taking her weight.