Page 48 of Innocent Intentions (The Syndicate #1)
Margot
Full.
I’m so full.
I’ve never felt this full.
He’s huge. I knew it from seeing him in the shower, but fuck, it feels even bigger than it looks. He’s stretching me to the point of pain. If I’d said anything, he would’ve stopped. But I don’t want him to. I want this too much. Now that the stretch is bearable, it feels good. He feels so good.
The pinch of pain fades, and I start rolling my hips, desperate for more, but he has me pinned to the mattress.
I can’t go a second longer without him fucking me.
“Please, baby. I’m ready. Fuck me.”
I know I’ve been begging. I gave in. He was right. I ended up begging for him. But I don’t care right now. All I can think about is how much I need him moving inside of me.
Matty’s eyes lock onto mine, checking for hesitation.
Then, he starts moving.
Slowly .
He pulls out until only the tip remains, then pushes back in just as slowly. He does it twice before I snap.
I use my legs to pull him in faster, trying to force his rhythm to quicken.
SMACK!
I gasp as his hand lands hard on my outer thigh.
Fuck! Why does he keep doing that?
Why do you keep liking it?
“I am in control. I set the pace. And we’re going to start slow and savor this.”
It comes through gritted teeth.
That’s when I realize he’s on the verge of losing control. He wants to take me just how I need him, rough and hard. But he’s holding himself back.
His smirk is pure arrogance. “And I can tell how much you love being spanked. Your perfect cunt squeezed my cock so hard when I smacked your thigh, I was blinded for a minute.”
The cocky grin shouldn’t be hot. His arrogance shouldn’t flood my core.
Oh, but it does.
His slow thrusts continue, but he gradually picks up the pace. It’s still torturously slow. Fuck savoring it. I’ve needed this orgasm for two days, ever since he denied me in the shower.
“Please, Matty. Faster. Harder. Rougher. Please, baby. I need you.” I beg, knowing exactly what it does to him.
Bingo .
He snaps.
His rhythm shifts instantly. He slams into me, pounding me into the mattress, driving so deep my freshly spanked ass burns. But the burn just reminds me how hot the spanking was.
I’m moaning, writhing, shaking. I’ve never felt this good.
You’ll never feel this way with anyone else. Only Matty can do this to you.
His breath tickles my ear as he leans down, voice a dark whisper. “My good girl is such a slut for me. You like it rough and dirty, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love it.”
I can’t hold back.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him closer, and crush my mouth against his. This kiss is nothing like the one earlier.
That was sweet.
This is fire. This is raw passion and all-consuming need.
Our teeth clash. He bites my bottom lip, then my tongue, so hard I taste blood.
He pulls back. A speck of red stains his lips.
I stare, hypnotized, as he leans down and licks my cut clean.
His gaze is feral, molten. “I’ve tasted you. Now, you’re going to taste me. Open wide, sweetheart. I know how much you love spit.”
His voice is unrecognizable. Consumed by lust.
Without thinking, I obey him. Like I always do.
I open my mouth.
And watch as he spits into it.
It’s animalistic. Barbaric. Vulgar.
And so damn hot.
I swallow eagerly.
I’ll take anything he gives me. Any part of him.
His eyes darken with approval.
“Good girl.”
My body ignites. I’d do anything to hear him say that.
He moves lower, trailing down my neck. His kisses are feather light, but his bites are brutal, hard enough to bruise.
You love it. Everyone who sees them will know you’re his .
He licks over the marks, soothing the sting, before moving lower .
His teeth clamp down on my nipple, tugging, sending fireworks through my body.
I scream.
“I love these huge tits.” His growl is primal, raw. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
All the while, he’s still slamming into me.
I reach for my clit, desperate to push myself over the edge, but he slaps my hand away, and pins my wrists above my head.
“My naughty little slut.” His smirk is dark amusement. “I control your pleasure. You don’t get to touch this needy clit unless I say so. You only come when I tell you to.”
His fingers hover, barely brushing my swollen clit. Not enough contact.
“Does my sweet girl want to come?” he taunts.
“Please, Matty.” I whimper.
“Not until I give you permission. It’d be a long month with no orgasms.”
It’s torture.
He’s torturing me. With a feather-light touch.
Then, suddenly, pleasure.
“Come for me. Scream my name. NOW!” He commands as he pinches my clit.
Oh. My. Fuck.
“MATTY!” I scream his name until my throat is raw.
The orgasm destroys me.
He keeps thrusting, rubbing, grinding.
“Look. At. Me.” He growls.
I do.
His eyes lock onto mine, and it undoes him.
“FUCK! MARGOT!”
His roar shakes me to my core.
Heat floods inside me.
He kisses me tenderly, then collapses on me.
After a few minutes of catching our breaths, he heads to the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth and motions for me to spread my legs.
When I do, our combined juices pour out of me. I’m shocked I didn’t even think of using a condom. I’ve never gone without one.
I look at him, expecting the horror I feel to be reflected in his expression, but instead, his awestruck gaze is locked between my thighs. He looks almost reverently at the mess.
“I have an IUD. And I’m clean. I’ve never not used a condom.” I assure him since he must be in shock.
He frowns at the mention of the IUD. Then his expression darkens as I finish reasoning.
“I’m clean too. And good. We aren’t using condoms. I don’t want anything between us.” I open my mouth to protest, but he interrupts me. “Why would we? We’re both clean. And you’re protected.” He growls the last part in displeasure.
I don’t have any argument for that, so I just nod.
He sighs. “Fuck, sweetheart. That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I knew you’d be perfect. My perfect, sweet girl.”
I flush, and he kisses the top of my head.
As he goes to the bathroom to rinse off, I get up to follow him.
I accept that things have changed. We can’t go back.
And for the first time, I don’t want to.
I just want him.