Page 93 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“Relax,” he said. “No one will disturb us.”
He didn’t mention the long glass windows that anyone could look through and see us. Yet that thought made me feel a wave of excitement.
Shay redirected me to look forward.
“Brace yourself,” he said firmly.
I steadied myself and waited for the first strike, assuming he was going to spank me.
I heard the sound of his zipper and then felt the sudden pressure of his erection nudging my folds, felt the stretching of my channel as he pushed all the way into my pussy. My shocked gasp revealed that I’d not expected this so fast.
He couldn’t wait.
My thighs shuddered with the intensity of him pushing inside. Clenching his large girth, I moaned loudly as my body tried to accommodate his growing size, pleasure vibrating through me.
I wished he’d kissed me.
I replayed the way his lips had almost touched mine.
“We both need this,” he growled.
“Yes, yes…sir.”
That much was proven.
I felt him tug on my locks, twisting my hair and using it for leverage.
His first thrust had been a warning, and now he set about a violent pounding, going deeper.
I was flung against the edge of the table by the force of his frenzy, his hips crashing against me. The rising pleasure I felt was so intense I could hardly hold the air in my lungs.
It was like being taken from zero to a million miles an hour in less than a second.
The slapping sounds I heard turned me on even more.
He was rough and cruel and unforgiving and it was everything I yearned for. No holding back…just a man taking his pleasure out on me—and it felt divine. I reveled in the dizzying pressure of him riding me, feeling his other hand on my left hip, steadying me.
He made me feel like a queen.
We were together at last.
Shay was giving himself to me in the best kind of way. We were sharing ourselves, rising and rising into this easy bliss.
“I’m close,” I cried out.
When he pulled out, I was on the verge of screaming my frustration. I felt him drag his tip all the way up to my asshole, wiping my own wetness there to prepare that puckered hole.
He walked away. The sound of a cupboard opening. He was back behind me and rubbing something around my anus. The coldness of lube.
Making me ready.
He plunged inside, pillaging what was his—me, his submissive.
The pressure of him stretching my asshole was too much and yet not enough. I cried out.
He slowed a little until I gave a nod to let him know he could go deeper, faster, take more of me.
“Come,” he whispered.
