Page 29 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 2

“That’s right, dirty girl, you need something from me?”

“Please make me come,” I pleaded, my body so close to tumbling over into the pleasure filled abyss that all I needed was a teensy bit more friction and my body would break apart.

“Not yet, I’m enjoying this pussy far too much. You’ll come when I’m good and ready and not a moment before.”

I groaned in protest because he slowed his strokes. There would come a point where my body would revolt and come of its own volition. But I hadn’t reached that inflection point yet.

The man must be made of iron because he slowed his strokes to a crawl. “Man, if you could see the way your pussy takes me. Makes me want to do so many bad things with you.”

And I wanted him to do them to me. I whimpered, “Tell me.”

“You want to know my dirty fantasies? Where should I begin? For starters, I want to fuck every single one of your holes. And then there’s one I’m not sure you’re ready for because I want to use you like a fuck toy. Ignoring what you want and taking my pleasure out on your body.”

“Do it,” I begged. “I want you to.” His words doused my body in molten lava.

Chase stilled inside me, making it impossible for me to do more than squirm. “Are you sure? Once I start down that path, I become a bit of an addict. And I will fuck you until you can’t walk. Do you understand? I won’t care if you’re too sore or if it hurts. I will fuck you until I sate my body. And nothing will stop me.”

I shot him a look over my shoulder. “My body is yours. Take what you need.”

His nostrils flared. His eyes turned black. He withdrew and smacked my ass. “On your back in the center of the bed with your thighs spread. Now.”

The order descended over my body, and it turned to gelatinous goo. This was really happening. He was going to use my body and fuck me to his heart’s content. My pussy fluttered and clenched as I shifted into position. I spread my thighs wide, more aroused than ever before.

Approval flared in his gaze. “Give me your safeword.”

I needed a safeword? Holy shit! Just how much was he going to fuck me? “Um, orchid.”

He arched a brow. “You sure?”

“It’s my favorite flower.”

“Good enough. If it becomes too intense, say that word and it will all stop. Understood?”

“Yes.” I agreed and licked my lips, ready and aching for what came next. My body vibrated with need even as uncertainty flashed through me. Not because I wouldn’t enjoy it. But because I didn’t want to disappoint him and have to use my safeword because the pain was too much. I didn’t want to have to tell him to stop.

I wanted to be exactly what he needed, both in and out of the bedroom.

He took a knee onto the bed and crawled toward me with a single-minded determination. Dark intentions etched themselves into his features.

Chase advanced until his large body was poised above me, and his cock was pressed against my entrance. His ravenous stare held me entranced at all the dark deeds dancing in his eyes. “Last chance.”

“My body is your fuck toy. Use me.”

He issued a groan that sounded as if it had been ripped from his soul. And without further preamble, he thrust until he hit my cervix, setting off a round of pleasurable pain that rippled through me.

Propped up on his hands, he drove into me so hard stars appeared behind my closed lids. Chase fucked me like a man on a mission, pistoning inside me with increasing speed and force. The bed creaked beneath our movements.

My body welcomed him. Moans spilled from my mouth.

He lowered his body down onto his elbows, shifting the angle of his penetration even deeper. My hands scrabbled onto his back and dug in, holding on for dear life as he did exactly as he promised.

He fucked me.

Hard.

Brutally.

With no consideration for my pleasure. I was simply a vessel for his lust. He fucked me like he hated me. He screwed me with ribald determination to leach every ounce of pleasure he could from my body.

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