Page 94 of House of Cards

“Can’t!” I sound as breathless as him. “Need to come!”

He sits up, grabbing the back of my neck in one hand, keeping perfect rhythm with the other. The way my body starts shaking when he dips his head down, pressing our foreheads together, makes me think I’m already coming.

“Your body was made for this, Zoey,” he murmurs.

He leans back, his hand sliding to my jaw. Thumb pressing against my lips until I let him push it inside.

“This wet, shaking, desperate mess you’re in isn’t a coincidence.” His voice is soft, the most seductive I’ve ever heard. But, Jesus, his words are so fucking filthy.

“You love me watching you finger yourself, you dirty little whore. You love it almost as much as when I make you come, even when you don’t want to. Admit it.”

I force my legs shamelessly wide, pushing a finger inside me as my other hand attacks my clit. He keeps his thumb shoved inside my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue.

“You love being used, don’t you, Zoey?”

I can feel how he’s jerking himself off, how the motion speeds up.

His whisper is so soft, so insidious, it makes me shudder. “But you don’t want to give it willingly, do you? You want me to take it from you.”

“Yes.” The words slips out between a swelling wave of pleasure, and I’m not sure if he compelled me to say it, or I spoke it of my own free will.

I don’t think it fucking matters anymore.

“Yes,” he repeats, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he drags his thumb free.

It should feel like the mental equivalent of a cell door slamming closed. Instead, it’s like someone just shoved me off a cliff.

I might be dead in a few seconds, but fuck it… might as well enjoy the trip.

My lips quiver, but my voice is steady. “Yes.”

His pupils bleed into the dark brown of his irises, but it’s only when he drags his lip through his teeth and lets out a harsh moan that something inside me erupts.

An orgasm hits me like a motherfucking earthquake.

I’m distantly aware that he’s still jerking off, but I can barely see through my half-closed, unfocused eyes as I ride a rocket ship straight to the fucking moon.

“Open.”

I open my eyes. He’s staring down at my pussy.

My legs are already spread. What more does he?—

Oh.

I slide a shaking hand down, peeling myself open for him, not even giving a shit at this point. A tingling cocoon of warmth envelops me as happy brain drugs flush through my body.

But he’s not done. And, apparently, neither am I.

“Didn’t tell you to stop,” he grates out, the muscles on his neck cording as he drags his thumb out of my mouth and grabs my throat instead.

“But I’ve already?—“

“And you will again.” His gaze drops. “Spread that cunt.”

My body obeys despite shaking arms and trembling fingers. Everything’s numb down there, so I barely feel the first finger going in.

“Another.” His eyes stay down, jaw set like stone as he tugs at his rock hard cock.