Page 28 of Great Falls Rogue
My heart quickens, my dilating eyes losing focus of everything but the pulsing body between my thighs.
Strong hands lifting me easily, Tye moves me against his length, his body taking over.
I nod, baring my teeth, nodding for him to hurry up.
In another heartbeat, Tye pushes my legs down with a predatory growl and yanks at his flies. His cock springs out of its binds so forcefully that the shaft smacks my flesh, our mingled breaths echoing harshly against the stone walls.
He pulls away, out of reach of my legs, and drinks me in like a master musician contemplating his next note. Letting the pulsing pause stretch the tension. The hot glaze in Tye’s green eyes would almost make me nervous if I weren’t trembling with need.
He runs one finger from the hollow of my throat down between my breasts to the top of my mound, eliciting a tiny noise in the back of my throat. Then, with no warning, he takes my mouth, teasing my lips open with his tongue before thrusting in with a surge of desperation that echoes my own. Makes the magic inside me flare against its restraints as fiercely as my body does.
Hooking his hands under my thighs as if I weigh nothing, Tye presses his hardness against my dripping sex and shifts his hips, running his bare velvety length up through my folds and down. Up and down, the wet sounds joining our heavy breathing. I moan against his mouth. Bite his lower lip. His cock slides against my bud with increasing pressure, making me tremble.
“Stop teasing me,” I gasp. And know instantly that it was a mistake.
With a jolt, Tye disappears behind me, leaving me cold and gasping, struggling to find my footing again on the rough stone. In the next moment, his hot hands trace my ribs, my waist, my hips. With one hand pressing into the small of my back, bending me forward slightly so my bottom juts out, he swirls his other down my thighs. Across my swollen, pulsating bud.
I moan, bucking my hips and pulling against my binds, demanding—begging—that he fill the emptiness inside me. Even with that, when the head of his cock presses against my wetness again, the sheer width of it makes my heart stutter with anticipation. I inhale, readying my muscles for the invasion…but instead of moving inside me, Tye stays at my opening, pulsing, then spirals the tip of his finger around my still-sensitive bud. The tightening circles send waves of throbbing need through me.
I shudder. Then shudder again as Tye’s slickened finger circles myotheropening.
Oh stars.Everything inside me clenches. Even after so many couplings, with Tye and River both liking to claim my backside as readily as my channel, the thought of it still makes my face flame. Every time. No amount of knowing I’ll enjoy it soon enough stops the doomed attempt to escape the inevitable.
It’s no exception now, and I squirm like a wildcat despite the thick wetness coating my sex and thighs. Wetness that Tye doesn’t fail to mark as he tightens the pressure on my backside, his low growl vibrating through me. “You’re in a dangerous position to bait a hunt, lass.” His voice is rough, on the knife’s edge of desperate. With no warning, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my channel. I scream. And instantly, I push back against him, urging him to start moving. Tye returns with a resounding slap that shocks my nerves awake. Another slap stings my other cheek, hovering at the very edge of pain. Making everything more potent. Aching. Needy.
Hands gripping my hips, Tye pumps once, twice, again, our wet skin meeting loudly in the stone chamber. I wrap my hands around the binds to take his force.
The cock disappears from my sex, and Tye’s finger slides into my tight back hole again, twisting in and out. In and out. Bringing me to a cliff’s edge and backing off.
“Bastard,” I growl between clenched teeth.
This time when Tye’s hand comes down on my backside, it lights up a blaze.
I yelp, but even as I do, my voice morphs to a moan of pleasure as Tye buries his cock in me again, bringing me to my toes. His cock and fingers plunge into me together now, filling everything. My sex. My backside. My whole utter world. And when he increases the pace, alternating the rhythm of the two, there is no holding back the tsunami of sensation.
I scream again, every fiber in my body tightening at once. The agonizing waves of pleasure ripple from my sex, raking across my back and legs until even my teeth feel the unyielding pulsing.Oh stars.
I collapse against my binds for the second time, my bones liquid.
Tye pulls me upright against his hard chest, squeezing my breasts with his wide callused palms, and I pant, resting my head against his shoulder. He bites my exposed neck lightly. Tweaks my nipples. Runs one hand down to my mound.
It takes me a few moments to realize that his cock is still in me. Hard. Throbbing. And starting to move all over again, slowly now, languidly. “You didn’t…what…” I can’t make my tongue move.
Tye brings his velvety lips to my ear, his voice warm against my neck. “I wanted to see your face.”
Pulling away, the male steps in front of me, and I almost come again just at the sight of him. Every ridge of muscle in his body is tight, his incredibly broad shoulders narrowing to taut hip flexors and a cock so hard, I can see it pulsing. His damp skin is burnished gold in the dimness of the cell, his red hair highlighting emerald eyes that rake over me with so much raw hunger that I almost want to shrink back.
Those eyes grip mine as he slides his hands under my bottom and lifts me, urging my legs around his waist. The pressure eases from my shoulders and I sigh—which turns into a low groan when, in the same motion, Tye guides his cock deep into my channel. He gives me no quarter, pulling back and burying his cock even deeper. With his size and strength, Tye moves me easily along his shaft, our faces close enough to share breath the entire time. My ankles cross in the small of his muscled back while my arms grip the binds, my breasts pushed up and bouncing with each thrust. With each powerful stroke, all control fades from Tye’s gaze, replaced by a fierce need that pierces straight to my soul.
As shackled magic inside me wakens, I mark the shudder running along Tye’s powerful body and fear that our plan of light distraction from this cell’s horrors has just failed spectacularly. He pounds into me now, our heavy breaths and theslap slapof our pelvises echoing off the walls, every tendon standing out in his neck. His biceps bulge as he holds me in place. His pulse hammers so hard that I hear thelub-dubof his thumping heart. Feel the throbbing of his cock. Everything inside me coils tighter and tighter, the gaping hole of the abyss spreading once more beneath me.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Lera!” Tye shouts my name as his hips press into me the final time, the warmth of his release sending me over the cliff.
Searing waves of pleasure explode from my apex, shooting outward along every nerve and fiber inside me. Again. Again. Shock after shock, until I feel the binds at my wrists loosen and fall away, until I’m draped like a rag doll in Tye’s arms. Shaking. Satisfied. And in oh, so much trouble.
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