Page 146 of The Villain

I fucking understand!

I shout at her without words, not noticing that she’s reached for the ring around my balls. When the pressure there releases me I gulp in a breath, my hips refusing to stop thrusting. Every muscle I have is tense when I take in her hungry smile.

“Answer me. I can do this all day. All week. I can be very methodical.”

Her smile turns dark as if she’s willing me to keep going. To endure for longer.

I can’t. I need her too damn badly.

“Are you addicted to me, Evie?” I lick my lips praying for her to say yes while my body rages below.

“Of course,” she says as if she can’t believe I would ask.

“Good,” my grin gets smug. It’s the same for both of us. Everything I’ve ever needed made flesh.

“Yes,” she agrees impatiently. I moan at her slowly unraveling control, working my body as if I’m already inside her. “Now give me what I need so I can cum. I have you. No one will take you away from me.”

The words make the ache in my dick stronger. I need to cum. But I need her words more. She’s hitting every pleasure center at once.

“I’ll never leave. Even with permission.” I grunt. It’s the truth. She’ll never be rid of me. Not even when I die.

Her breathing gets so rough it sends a shockwave through me. Not quite an orgasm but close.

She’s quick to roll the cock ring off. I almost spill right then. I have to slam my head back and fight my own body for her to position me. She’s so wet I practically glide in. It’s the only gentleness she has left.

She slams herself down onto me as hard as the thrusts inside my core.

“Yes, that’s it,” he grunt every time I bottom out inside her. A silky clasp that brings everything into sharp focus.

Her nails dig into my chest as she bows forward, fucking me as hard as she can. I’m thrusting up, making her bounce. Struggling with everything in me to keep from filling her up. It’s like we’re fighting each other. Both of us intent on reaching that peak as roughly as we can.

Her head goes back, her breaths choking as her thighs shake. I can feel her flutter up and down my shaft.

My mind goes blank as I cum. I feel it start and then I’m nothing but pure agony and pleasure mixed up. I know I’m saying something, I can feel the vibrations in my throat. But I have no idea what it is. I’m sucked down into pleasure so hard I’m expecting a crash and wound too tight to catch myself.

Every muscle clenches hard, leaving me straining in a back bend without relief. I lose my air, even the thought of breathing.

Waves of relief wash over me. It isn’t gentle. My body drops, weakened to the point I feel close to passing out. Everything is sluggish and slowed down. The toy hasn’t stopped, making the orgasm blur until it seems endless.

She drops onto my chest, our sweat melding us together. The buzzing thrust stops. I finally figure out what I’ve been saying over and over.

“Evie.”

I’m strangling on sensation and emotion.

Everything falls into a feeling of peace I’ve never had. The same as when we watched tv together. A sense of rightness and belonging.

“I love you, baby. I won’t scare you like that again.”

The words are a drunken slur without alcohol involved.

“You’re mine,” she returns in a voice broken with pleasure.

When she fumbles to get off me I moan, the sensation almost too much on my sensitive flesh. I can’t open my eyes. Everything is weighted down as if I’ve sunk into concrete.

“I won’t let you go,” she whispers into my ear as I pass out.

31. Stalker

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