Page 121 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

He repeated the action. Once, twice, three times more. She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table. The spoon disappeared, the pain of it being washed away by the sheer bliss of his fingers as he pressed them inside her pussy. She lifted up on her toes, struggling for more of his deep, powerful thrusts. Sweat gathered at her brow as the heat from her arse and her pussy mingled, driving her arousal closer to the flames she hoped would consume her.

His fingers disappeared before she could leap onto the pyre. Bloody bastard was up to his same tricks. “You fucking arsehole.”

He chuckled, swatting her with the spoon several more times. Each blow landed somewhere different and with a varying amount of power. She never knew what to expect as some were gentle taps, others painful slaps.

When his fingers returned to her weeping pussy, she pressed her forehead against the table, seeking some coolness from the wood. Andrew leaned over her as he continued to fuck her, his fingers driving inside her relentlessly. Mercifully, he didn’t stop and Amy stiffened as an orgasm rumbled through her body.

“Mother. Fuck. Shit. Bloody hell.” Every curse she’d ever heard flew from her lips in a long stream as tremors shook her.

Andrew’s fingers stilled, though he kept them buried deep. “Where’s my sister?” he whispered.

“Oz.”

She let the word hover in the air between them. It would be up to him to decide if that was her answer or her retreat. He lay on top of her for several long moments as she tried to catch her breath.

When Andrew rose, he placed a kiss in the middle of her back. “Stay put.”

She wanted to laugh, but she didn’t have the energy. She wasn’t going anywhere and he knew it. He’d fucked her boneless. Again.

She closed her eyes, listening to the pounding of her heart. She was so replete and exhausted, she failed to hear Andrew when he returned to the kitchen.

The sound of the condom package tearing caught her attention. Her eyelids drifted open just as the head of his cock nudged against her pussy, seeking entrance. She thought she was too done in to do much more than simply go along for the ride. But she was mistaken. Andrew wasn’t content to let her be the passive observer as he found his pleasure in her body. He’d yet to allow her to be a wallflower athisparty.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing with enough pressure to rouse a flame from what she thought were dying embers. She groaned, fresh moisture easing his path as he pushed deep.

“Jesus, Amy.”

She loved the way her name sounded in his American accent.A-mee.Andrew’s thrusts were slow at first, but soon his pace increased, dragging her arousal along with it. She pressed the palms of her hands against the tabletop, trying to find purchase as she countered with an assault of her own. He was taking her with a might that spoke of his own overwhelming need. Desire gave way to greediness.

“God. Fuck me harder, Andrew. Deeper.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her into his plunges. Stars formed behind her eyes.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Andrew grasped a handful of her hair, using his hold to pull her upright. He continued to pummel her with hard shoves while he gripped her breast with his free hand, squeezing the sensitive flesh until she cried out.

Her second orgasm took her by surprise, flashing hard and fast. Andrew joined her, yelling out with his own release. Both of them froze, their joined bodies creating an erotic statue as they struggled to return to normal.

What was normal anymore? A week ago, she was a lonely schoolteacher in Australia who spent most nights masturbating to fantasies she thought were scandalous and wicked, but that now seemed lukewarm and unimaginative compared to Andrew’s lessons.

Ifthatwas normal, she’d sell her soul to the devil to avoid returning to her old life, to being that woman.

Andrew slowly pulled out, taking a step away when he was certain she’d found her footing. He placed a gentle hand on her back, the gesture one of protection and care.

“Okay?”

She turned to face him, nodding. “Sort of nice to confirm last night wasn’t a fluke or a lucky first attempt.”

Andrew laughed, the happy sound filling the quiet room. “Yeah. That’s good to know. Even so, I don’t think we should rest on our laurels. Might need to try that another dozen or so times just to be sure.”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “Cocky bastard.”

“Let’s eat and take that nap. Then we’ll see just how cocky I am.” As he spoke, he wrapped her hand around his dick. She was surprised to realize it was already starting to stiffen again.

Captivity certainly had its advantages.

Chapter4

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