Page 56 of Stoker's Serenity

You should be grateful he pays any attention to you at all. It’s a miracle you’re even here.Funnily enough, the deriding voice in my head sounded an awful lot like my mother’s. Imagine that.

I tossed and turned for a bit, but must have fallen asleep, because I didn’t notice when the band stopped, or when the bedroom door opened, or when Stoker apparently got undressed.

The next thing I remember was him sliding up to my back, pulling me further into the shelter, the solidness, of his chest, an arm around my waist. He cuddled up to me, kissed the back of my shoulder and settled in behind me. I smiled, threading my fingers through his, and lo and behold, I went right back to sleep after only a few minutes.

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I woketo his arms tightening around me, a hand up my shirt, kneading my breast, and to find myself subconsciously rotating my hips to rub myself against his erection. I moaned when he attacked the sweet spot on the side of my neck with his kiss, licking and sucking, sending cascading waves of sensation through my body. I pushed down my panties, pulled them off and dropped them off the side of the bed before reaching behind me, into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

He moaned against my neck when I wrapped my fingers around his length and encouraged him with firm, long strokes of my hand. We writhed together, like horny teenagers afraid to seal the deal and go all the way, until neither one of us could take it anymore.

“Fuck, Orchid, I need to be inside you,” he whispered in my ear, his breath, hot along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Please…” I begged, and he took his hand off my breast, from where he’d been deliciously pinching my nipple. He pulled it from beneath my cami and reached up above us, into the cubby of his headboard. Bringing out a condom, he tore the package open with his teeth and slipped the rubber disc free.

I wished I could lay still, but I kept writhing, his cock falling naturally in line with the crack of my ass, my fingertips drifting to my clit, teasing it gently while he rolled the condom down his length. Good Lord, I was wet and ready for him, dying to have him, however he would take me.

I didn’t have to wait long at all. He hooked an arm around my thigh, just above my knee and lifted my leg, pressing the head of his cock along my sex, looking for purchase. He found what he was looking for, his head sinking into me, the length following as he moaned out like a man finally given relief. It was a sentiment I echoed as he filled me, the thickness of him filling me utterly, completing me.

“Stoker!” I gasped when he was fully seated, my pussy throbbing around him, just on the cusp of orgasm from the attention I gave my clit.

“Come on, baby, I want to feel it,” he said, his arms going around me, holding me back against his chest.

I made myself come around his cock and it was everything, light and sound, fire and ice flitting through my veins, showering me from head to toe in delicate sensation. I gasped, and he moved, pulling back and thrusting forward hard. The roughness of it was a delicious contrast, something new to explore and I wanted it. I wanted him any way he would have me, so I cried out, “Yes!”

He fucked me beautifully, one hand on my throat, not squeezing, just holding me firmly, back against his chest, his other arm back up my shirt, kneading my breast with his big hand as he pounded into me from behind. It felt so good, but it was like he was just sort of missing the point, the one inside me that would take things from ‘this feels so good’ to ‘oh, my fucking God what are you doing to me?’

I reallywanted him to hit that point, but not enough to stop him, not enough to beg for it, not yet.

He slowed down, making long, slow, deep strokes into me that still felt just shy of the mark, while I gripped the wrist of the hand at my throat with both hands, just for a place to hang onto him.

“You good?” he crooned in my ear.

“Yeah!”

“You sure?”

“Don’t stop!” I was desperate now, whipped into a sexual frenzy by the man whose body caged mine, invaded mine so sweetly.

“On your stomach,” he ordered. “I’m too rough, you say so.”

“’K.”

He pushed me onto my stomach, gripped the hem at the back of my cami and stripped it off over my head, throwing it off to the side. I spread my legs and went to push off the bed to offer myself to him for doggy-style, but he pushed me back down, straddled the backs of my thighs and pressed my legs back together with his own.

He gave me a gentle, but still stingy, slap on the ass and my hips rose off the bed as I cried out, deep, throaty, the sound sultry and wild. I barely recognized the voice as my own.

“Good girl, Orchid. Stay just like that,” he ordered as he pressed the head of his condom-wrapped cock at the apex of my thighs, questing for the entrance to my pussy.

He found it, sinking into it easy, crying out, “Oh, God!” as I purposefully clenched tight around him.

“Yeah, like that, baby. Just like that, keep that pussy nice and tight for me.”

I gripped fistfuls of the sheets near my shoulders and hung on as he pulled back and drove into me and, holy fuck! That was almost too much, too hard, too tight, too powerful, too everything. I gasped and opened my mouth to ask him to go a little easier, when he surged into me again, only this time it hit all the right things.

My voice emanated in a cry for more rather than a cry of protest, wordless, yet carrying the intent I wanted it to just fine regardless.

He gripped my shoulders and pulled down on my body as he surged forward, and I slid across the sheets just the tiniest bit and felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. The friction against my clit – oh, God. Holy shit. I could come like this. I could totally come like this.

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