Page 59 of Black Sheep

“Fuck!”

My head jerks from side to side, and I throw out bracing hands. “No, Axel. I can’t.”

He freezes, loud breaths tearing from his throat. Then he leans forward until our lips are an inch apart, our eyes fused. “You’re going to take me, Cleo. Right here. I’ll leave the choice to you whether I stay in your pussy or take your ass. But one way or the other, I’m coming inside you.”

Before I can respond, he’s kissing me. Deep, carnal. Mind melting. His hips don’t move, and the tip of his cock stays buried inside me. My hands are braced on his chest as the deep, erotically charged kiss continues.

I don’t recall commanding them, but my hands move. Explore hot, rippling muscle. His strong neck. The thick, silky hair at his nape. I can barely think when he kisses his way along my jaw, down my throat, and up to my ear.

“Pussy.” Deep voice wrapped with hard arousal. “Or ass.”

The idea of all that relentless power in my back channel makes me shudder with an emotion I can’t swear is one hundred percent terror. My already stretched pussy clenches tight around him, a shocking, greedy ripple starting deep inside.

His teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder. Hard enough to leave a mark. “Fucking do that again and all bets are off,” he warns with a guttural rasp.

“Axel—”

“Pussy. Or ass.”

The rippling intensifies, aided by the hunger building with each second. A whimper falls from my lips. He devours it with his own lips then raises his head to pierce me with fierce eyes.

My time is up. I’m nowhere near ready to take him with any other part of my body than where he already is.

“P…pussy,” I stutter.

He pounces on the word, kissing it straight from my lips.

I hold my breath. But he’s still not satisfied. Because seconds drag by and he doesn’t move.

“Wh—what?”

“Say it again, Cleo. Beg me to fuck your pussy.”

Echoes of the past sprinkle across my fevered mind. But where his demand for dirty words was glazed with mirth when we were young, every atom of his being is deadly serious right now.

I don’t want to beg. A part of me wants to look back on this moment and absolve myself of this madness.

But where discomfort reigned, dirty anticipation and raw hunger smash through, digging their vicious claws in. When my hips roll of their own accord, he hisses.

The arms hooked beneath my knees spread me wider. “Say it!”

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck my pussy,” I blurt in a surrendering rush.

Pain wrapped in unforgettable pleasure wrapped in raw lightning. That is the only way I can describe the feel of Axel plowing into me.

My scream blisters my throat. His animal grunt summons the beast. He waits a measly handful of seconds for me to adjust to his monstrous size before he withdraws and thrusts back inside me.

“Sweet mother, you feel unreal,” he groans through a shudder.

I want to confess that yes, I feel unreal. That nothing about this should feel okay. In my heart of hearts, I know it’s not. The loathing that has fuelled my existence for so long hasn’t disappeared. It’s just buried beneath the monumental tsunami of pleasure rolling through me.

As soon as he’s done, as soon as I find my voice and brain again, all will be well. Until then…

He fucks me with savage, exquisite expertise, each thrust yanking me to a higher plane of bliss. My body slides across the hood until my head hangs over the driver’s door. With a growl, he pulls me back down until my ass is over the edge again. He clutches my buttocks and guides me onto the relentless power of his cock.

Through the haze of pleasure, I look down, and my breath catches at the sight of his cock sliding inside me.

The strangled little sound I make seems to turn him on. Unbelievably, he thickens further inside me. One hand slides between the hood and my lower back, holding me still.

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