Page 18 of Swept Away

“You like pain?”

I shake my head.

“Not necessarily.”

“It won’t hurt much,” he assures me, unfastening the only button at the waistband of his dark jeans.

My first reaction is to close my legs when he drags his belt over my clit.

My pulsations fade, replaced by angst.

“No fear, baby. Have no fear with me.”

He puts the belt next to me, loops his arms around my thighs, props his elbows against the hard surface, and lowers his mouth.

It’s like taking a big bite of a ripe peach, juices and all when he crashes it against my pussy.

“Oh, damnit,” I push out, my hands sliding to his head, my fingers weaving through his hair while he eats me out like the world is coming to an end.

My insides throb softly as wet arousal drips into his mouth.

I want to slide back, yet he keeps me in place as I chase my orgasm.

He pulls me closer, lapping at my entrance and my clit.

Swiftly, my pleasure climbs, my chest moving up and down.

He knows what he’s doing.

“Please don’t stop…” I murmur, closing my eyes and concentrating solely on the pleasure swirling in my core.

His eyes burn, unfocused as he casually runs a hand over his groin and picks up his belt from the kitchen island.

One hand keeps my legs open while the other slaps my swollen sex with his belt.

It hurts and feeds my pleasure.

I take the punishment with patience, wanting a little more. His strokes become stronger, and while my pussy tingles and hurts at the same time, the line gets blurred, and it doesn’t seem to matter much to me.

All I want is his mouth moving between my legs again.

He flicks his hand, and the strap of leather leaves a red mark across my abdomen.

Protesting, I fall right into his trap.

He drops his belt on top of my shorts and unzips his jeans, laughing.

“You’ll love to take my cock now,” he says, dragging me off the kitchen island and spinning me around before pinning my chest down and nudging my legs apart.

I hear the rustling of a wrapper as he rips it open with his teeth and pulls a condom out.

The wrapper falls to the floor while he uses one hand to roll the condom down.

A moment later, he moves his hand between my legs.

“Your pussy is mine now to hammer however I want, yeah?”

I say yes.