Page 17 of Blazing Embers

Her lips stretch wide as she slides deeper, tongue flicking under the shaft, the suction tight and unforgiving. I rock my hips forward, shallow thrusts, watching her eyes stay locked on mine. When she gags, she steadies herself, then pushes forward again, deeper.

Fucking hell.

She scrapes her nails along my thighs, making me hiss through my teeth. Her hand cups my balls, massaging, squeezing just enough to hurt. The pain fuels the heat building in my gut.

I grip her hair and slam into her mouth harder. She takes it. Gagging again, but never pulling back.

“Good girl,” I pant, the praise torn from my throat.

But I’m too close to losing it. I yank her up suddenly, spinning her and slamming her against the tile. Her legs wrap around me like instinct. I lift her, one hand under her ass, the other braced on the wall beside her head.

I slam into her in one hard thrust.

A scream rips from her throat. She claws at my back. I freeze for a second. Her face twists—not in ecstasy. In pain.

My body goes tight. But then she starts to move, grinding against me, lips curled in a vicious sneer.

“Fuck me,” she growls. “Like you promised. Or is this all just part of your punishment? Get me horny and wanting then leave me tied up and panting on the bed?”

“Oh, Tara, don’t put ideas in my head,” I rasp, and slam into her again, this time I don’t stop pumping.

Her nails dig deeper into my shoulders. I pull out and ram into her again, hard enough to rattle the glass behind her. She moans, then bites her lip. Her head tips back.

One hand drops between us. She starts to rub herself.Fuck!I nearly cum right there watching her fingers work her pussy. Then her pussy clenches tighter around me with every stroke of her fingers. My grip on her ass tightens as I drive into her again and again, water splashing off us, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Oh, God…” Tara moans; she pulls her hands from her mound. Her hands grip the top of my arms, and her sharp nails dig into my flesh as her head falls onto my shoulder. “Don’t stop…” She starts riding me with quick thrusts. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Her voice comes out as a growl. “I’m so close… so close…”

“Beg me…” I breathe, slowing down my thrusts. “Beg me to let you come.”

“No…” Tara wails as I slow right down. “Please… please…” She screams the last please, her hand dipping to her pussy.

“Don’t you dare!” I stop. “Take your hand away.”

“I…” Her eyes meet mine, they’re glazed with desire and desperation. “Please… Ruslan. I beg you… I need… I need to cum so badly. Please, please, fuck me…”

That’s all it takes to break my resolve, and I slam into her again and again and again making her cry out and beg. My balls tighten. “Come for me.”

I move my hand and press my thumb against her swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck.” She arches her back. “Ruslan!” Her thighs squeeze me, and her head hits the tile as she moans, long and guttural. Her orgasm hits fast and hard, her body shuddering in my arms. I keep pounding through it, chasing my own release.

When I come, it’s violent, teeth-gritting, the kind of climax that rips through my spine and makes me see red.

I stay inside her, pressed tight to her body, both of us panting under the roar of the water. I lower her slowly to the floor, steadying her when her knees buckle.

She leans against the wall, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. I grab the soap, wash myself, hand it to her as I rinse off, then step out, grabbing a towel to dry off without a word. I collect my pants from the floor, and I pull them on. Turning, I see her soaping a washcloth. She is still standing beneath the spray, hair plastered to her face, chest rising fast as she watches me.

“You’ve got ten minutes to get dressed for dinner,” I tell her.

She blinks, still dazed. My eyes rake her naked body once more, falling on her breasts where they linger. They are definitely bigger and a lot more tender than I remembered them to be. Then again so was her pussy when I rammed into it. I give myself a mental shake. Women’s bodies get tender and their breasts swell during their period, but that tender and swollen? I make a mental note to call someone I know to recheck the hospital records where Tara had her miscarriage. I know I’m just grasping at straws here, but something seems… off. It has since I discovered that Tara had a miscarriage.

“You have ten minutes to get ready for dinner,” I say over my shoulder as I step out. “Don’t make me wait.

I leave her staring after me in stunned silence, and for the first time since I found her again, I feel I have finally gotten the upper hand.

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TARA

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