Page 45 of Her Darkest Possession
My back arches sharply and a desperate cry tears from my throat. The fullness—oh God—the fullness is overwhelming.
It's incredible.
It's everything I want right now.
He gives me barely a second to adjust before he pulls back and starts to fuck me mercilessly. The wet, obscene sound of ourbodies colliding echoes off the bathroom tiles and sends fresh heat rushing to my face.
"It means only you can wrap this wet little hole around my cock."
"Yes," I whimper against his finger in my mouth.
He thrusts his hips harder and deeper. "It means only you can make me use you whenever you want."
"Yes, yes, yes." My eyes roll into the back of my head.
His hand tightens around my throat.
"It means only you can know what it means for me to be rough with you."
The pressure of his fingers against my neck sends waves of dizzying pleasure through my body. My inner walls clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips.
"Only you can order me to make you scream," he continues, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Make you beg. Make me give you every fucking inch."
"Yes," I sob, tears of pleasure streaming down my face. "Yes, yes, please?—"
He rewards my desperate pleas by squeezing my neck slightly tighter, his rhythm growing impossibly harder. The sink digs into my hips as he pounds into me from behind, until I'm utterly lost to the pleasure coursing through my veins.
"I am yours as much as you are mine. Mine. MINE."
Yes. Yes. YES!
"I'm coming," I gasp, my voice breaking as the first wave crashes through me. "I'm coming for you, Tolya. Oh god, I'm coming for you?—"
My body convulses around him, gripping his cock in rhythmic pulses as I shatter completely. My legs shake so violently that I would collapse if not for his arm holding me to him as he fucks me.
I cry out over and over, each syllable a desperate prayer as my orgasm tears through me.
"Come for me,britvochka," Anatoly growls against my ear, his rhythm never faltering. "I can feel your soaking wet walls squeezing around me as you come for me."
He slides his hand from my throat to grasp my hair and yank my head back into his shoulder.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me," he praises, his eyes locked with mine in the reflection. "You're so fucking perfect when your pussy grips me like it was made for my cock. So wet. So tight."
His words make me clench around him again, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.
"Only you," he continues, his voice rough with desire. "Only you can feel this good for me. Only you take all of me like this."
I reach back and grasp his hip, changing our rhythm as I start to move with him rather than just taking what he gives.
My body is still trembling through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
But I want more.
I roll my hips in frantic circles, grinding against him, taking control even as he's buried deep inside me. His groans grow louder, more desperate as I fuck him back. I can feel him getting impossibly harder inside me, stretching me further, hitting places that make stars explode behind my eyes.
"Are you going to come for me?" I pant, watching his face in the mirror. His eyes are nearly black with desire and his jaw is clenched tight. "Are you going to flood my pussy with your cum?"
I reach behind me with one hand to take hold of his heavy, tight balls. I squeeze them gently. They tense immediately under my touch.
