Page 58 of Black Sheep

He lets go of one nipple, kisses his way to the other straining peak. “Shh. This is happening, baby. No turning back now.”

Despite the dark promise, he doesn’t enter. Instead he slides his broad length up through my gathering cream. The engorged veins circling the underside of his cock bump over my clit. Over and over, until I feel my liquid mess coat my ass.

That’s when he pulls back a fraction, and his fingers find me. He caresses my hole for a handful of seconds before one finger slides into my snug channel.

I gasp at the alien sensation while, above me, the considerable resistance he meets produces a vicious hiss.

“Fucking Christ, you’re tighter than a goddamn drum.” He pulls out, and pushes back in.

My breath strangles in my throat, and my eyes begin to roll.

“Eyes on me,” he commands from between clenched teeth as he pulls back out.

Our gazes lock. I glimpse rapacious hunger. Barely leashed control. And a looming question I don’t want to answer.

He finger-fucks me with single-minded intent, his eyes consuming my every reaction. His mouth returns to my breast, his tongue wickedly lapping at my nipples as he adds one finger and attempts to slide them both into me.

My body jerks at the pressure.

“Stay still.”

I swallow a fresh dose of trepidation. “I…can’t.”

He tries again. My slickness eases his way, but the pressure knocks the breath from me.

Dear heaven, if he can’t get inside me with his fingers, how on earth am I going to take his cock?

As if he hears my wild thought, he curses again. “Not fucking you isn’t an option, Cleo. So you need to stop tensing up.” The bite of frustration in his voice tells me he’s reaching the edge of his endurance.

His fingers move again. Deep. Deeper. He twists his digits and strokes upward. Electricity zaps me from ankle to temple, and my hands fall away from my breasts.

An unholy gleam enters his eyes as he repeats the action. My startled cry precedes a rushing sensation that feels like an orgasm. But not.

“Motherfucker, did you just gush?” His voice is strangled, his nostrils flared wider than I’ve ever seen them.

A different heat engulfs my face. “I…don’t know. I’ve never…”

“You’ve never?” Rabid eyes dig into me, demanding the truth.

I shake my head immediately, cringing when I feel the liquid spread. “No. I’m sorry,” I whisper.

A harsh, incredulous laugh barks from him. “You’re fucking sorry?”

“Please—Argh!”

A cunning twist of his fingers and electricity sizzles again, setting me aflame. The rush barrels through my pelvis again. Soaks his fingers.

“Jesus Christ.” His eyes squeeze shut a second before his head drops between my breasts. His body expands on rough, choppy breaths.

What is happening? “Axel?”

The sound he makes as he lifts his head is pure wild animal, the look in his eyes frenzied as his beast rises. Rough hands hook under my knees and grip my hips to drag me to the edge of the roof. With my ass hanging over the edge, he rests his steel-hard cock against me.

“Sorry, sweetheart. This is going to hurt.” The apology is couched in raw, unwavering intent.

Even with a dozen armies, I know I won’t be able to stop him. The shrieking voice inside mocks my feeble attempt to deny that I want this too.

His broad head pushes into me, his hands bearing me down to receive him. Pain slashes through pleasure, iron-hot and spine-stiffening. My scream rips through the night.

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