Page 69 of Hidden By the Gargoyle

“Stay just like this,” he whispered, his lips touching my ear as he spoke. His voice had taken that deep, gravelly tone that made me shiver.

I linked my fingers behind his neck and held on for dear life because he didn’t hesitate again. His hands went straight to my breasts, cupping them and kneading them before he grasped both my nipples and gave them a light tug.

“Ah!” I cried out, my back arching as the pleasure took on more than a hint of pain.

My nipples tingled and burned, but somehow it still felt good.

One of his hands released my breast, flattening on my belly as it moved down my torso. His other kept torturing my nipple, alternating between rubbing it with his thumb and giving it another tug that bordered on too much.

His middle finger slipped over my clit before it pressed in, slipping deep inside me. My legs tried to close as the sensations he wrought from my body threatened to overwhelm me, but his knees kept me from bringing my thighs together.

“I told you not to move,” he murmured before his teeth closed over my earlobe.

Then, he gave my clit a light smack.

I jerked on his lap, unable to do anything but absorb the impact on the most sensitive part of my body. It hurt, but the pain immediately transformed into something much more. He smacked me again and I released a short scream.

His hand released my breast and covered my mouth. “Shhhh.”

When my whimpers faded, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head wildly. I was desperate. I needed more of whatever he was doing to me. It was exhilarating and unexpected and I wanted every second of it.

Another light slap to my clit. My hips jerked as he then ran two fingers over my clit in a rough circle before reaching down to slide them inside me. I was already wet and ready, which made him smirk against my neck. I felt his lips curve on my skin.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked.

His hand was still over my mouth, so I nodded.

Dax shifted on the bench, his hands releasing my mouth and pussy to move me. When his cock nudged the entrance of my pussy, I moaned, rocking against him. With his knees still forcing mine apart, I couldn’t do anything but roll my hips to try and slip him inside me.

Nothing I did would make him move faster. He lowered me down, slowly entering me from behind.

“Please, please, please.” I kept repeating the word, too lost in what he was doing to my body to stop.

“Are you begging me to stop?” he asked, his hands gripping my hips to stop my descent.

“No! Don’t stop!”

His answering laugh was low and dark, but he let my body move again. He didn’t stop this time, letting my weight bear down on his cock until he was deep inside me.

My heartbeat was frantic in my chest. Dax moved his hands again, one moving down my hip to my inner thigh. The other trailed up to my breast. His touch was so light now that it nearly tickled.

I jerked beneath the caress, unable to hold still.

When I did, the hand on my thigh moved to smack my clit again. With his cock stretching me wide, the sensation the impact evoked was even more intense.

“Dax!”

I couldn’t stop myself from writhing on his dick, and each time I did, he gave me another slap. The orgasm that exploded inside me was as unexpected as it was overwhelming.

My body went rigid, and my fingers dug into the back of his neck.

But Dax wasn’t done torturing me just yet. His index finger rolled over my clit, pressing deep, and the spasms that wracked my body increased. I drew in the breath to scream again, but his hand clapped down over my mouth before the sound escaped me.

The sound was muffled by his palm but still echoed in the bathroom. I shuddered against him until the pleasure actually became pain. I whimpered against his hand, and he stopped torturing my clit immediately, his fingers moving to dig into my hips.

Gripping me tightly, he lifted me a few inches before slamming me back down on his cock. My head lolled back on his shoulder as he hammered into me, wringing the last of my orgasm from me.

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