Page 29 of Under Pressure

Aching, she rolled her eyes back as he fingered her harder and harder, drawing every ounce of wetness out of her. His cock was hard as fuck, pressing on her leg through his jeans, and he was getting hotter and rougher with her. Pressure built to the surface, driving her to call out his name again and again as her first wave of ecstasy crested.

“Delta, please,” she cried at his relentless touch, wishing she could reach out to him.

“Whether you fucking like it or not, I’m not afraid to hurt you.”

“Please,” she cried as she came, her orgasm flowing all over his fingers, “do it.”

Seemingly satisfied with his work, he appeared to savor what liquid remained on his hand, enjoying every bit of her. Then he pulled back, seemingly admiring her nude body, issuing a warning.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I want you to,” she reiterated, loving the pain of the ropes cutting into her wrists, needing him to hurt her to make her feel better.

Something in his eyes flashed at her words and he pushed off the bed. Wasting no time, he kicked off his jeans and threw off his T-shirt. Only his boxers remained, which she was very happy to see drop immediately, giving her a prime view of that bouncing, hard cock she so worshipped.

He approached the side of the bed where she lay, untying her hands from the headboard. Reaching down, he dragged her body to his liking, angling her just right. He pumped his engorged cock with his talented hands and stood directly in front of her face. Her knees were digging into the scratchy hotel carpet, but she opened her mouth to welcome him.

Caveman-like, he grabbed at her hair, infusing his fingers into her blonde locks, pulling hard to guide her exactly how he wanted her. She nearly choked as he slid his throbbing cock into her mouth, quickly hitting the back of her throat without pause. The way he handled her hair and jaw started to hurt, but it was a damn good thing that he knew she fucking loved it. Her eyes rolled back as she relished the moment. She could never deny how weak she was for this heated, grizzly man who had more muscle and cock than sensitivity, his dick longer than his emotional bandwidth.

Rhythmically sliding in and out of her mouth, he grunted in pleasure, clearly taking his pleasure. As he was getting closer to his peak, he snarled down at her.

“You little slut, you like this cock in your mouth.”

Tears fell out of her eyes as he pulled at her hair—pain that made her feel so damn good. His words were perfect. The sensation was perfect. She moaned, feeling her pussy ache more. He obviously loved what he was doing to her, knowing she could only give a muffled response.

He launched his cock farther down her throat until she gagged relentlessly. Laughing to himself, he kept rocking forward until she felt every delicious vein on his cock pulsing. There was no doubt he wasn’t far from the edge himself, and the thought of his hot liquid exploding down her throat nearly sent her into a second orgasm.

Finally, Delta drew back, using his hands to pump his twitching cock toward her mouth. She licked up the drops of pre-cum that had snuck out of his round tip. Pursing her lips, she played lavishly with it, taking too much time. He groaned, dropping his head back, and looked down on her again.

“You’re my slut. Get that?”

He ordered like he was issuing the ten commandments. The man never ceased to amaze her. His dirty bedroom talk was exactly what she’d expect of a sailor with too much time at sea.

“And after tonight—when I say jump, I want you to ask how high.” His commands were unrelenting. “Whatever I say, whatever I want—”

“Yes,” she submitted, too deep in the moment to care, as he picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the hotel wall.

She knew—as he surely did—what was going to happen next.

“I’m not letting you put yourself in danger,” he said, getting real, his face hard and cold.

It was clear. His mindset was that he was damn ready to fuck the shit out of her, and she trembled, knowing what was to come. Holding her entire body up, he pushed her against the wall of the hotel room. His warm, rough hands felt her up and down, squeezing and claiming her.

“You’re softer than before,” he grunted as he gripped her expanded waistline. But, before she could respond, he added, “I like that.”

Finally, he lifted her into a straddling position over his dick. His muscles pulsing and his cock twitching, he hovered her above his thick cockhead.

“Matteo—”

“You’re mine now,” Delta reiterated, pressing against her hot slit. “Don’t fucking forget that.”

As the words poured out of his mouth, they hit her hard. He’d never said anything like that to her ever before. Without a shadow of a doubt, something had changed in Delta since he’d been back. That was good, though, since something had changed in her, too.

She breathed out as he leaned in to take her mouth once more, feeling his heavy cock underneath her, teasing her opening. She hadn’t had sex in a long time—not since everything she’d been through. A moment’s anxiety shot through her as she worried about her scarring and if it would hurt. That wasn’t the type of pain she wanted. That was a different type of pain.

Then, he pushed his cockhead up an inch into her aching pussy and hovered her body over him. She winced as his cock passed by her childbirth scars and he froze.

“Are you okay?”

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