Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3)

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combination of heat and wet and exquisite pressure
was too much – I was going to come fast and hard.
    I wanted to draw it out
but I couldn’t stop it. It was too much. He was too much.
    “Drex, yes,” I
whispered as he drove into me. “That’s so good. Touch me, just
like that.”
    I glanced up for a
second and saw my reflection in the passenger window – flushed
face, parted lips, glassy eyes. And behind me, the sexiest man I
could imagine in this life or any other, biceps bulging, skin
glistening, fucking me for all he was worth.
    He was a rocket inside
me, a fire about to explode. My stomach muscles clenched. I couldn’t
wait. I couldn’t stop. A scream ripping from my throat, I came with
a rush so intense it blocked out everything else – guilt, doubt,
the past. Nothing mattered but Drex, his cock, and the orgasm he was
practically killing me with.
    I shuddered and moaned,
my vision coming to a sharp point as everything in the world
disappeared. If I’d ever felt anything so consuming, I was
surprised I’d survived it.
    “Keep coming,” he
whispered. “You’re so tight I can feel it all, every little
quiver.”
    Any moment now he would
stop stroking my clit, except that he didn’t. He wasn’t going to
let me stop coming until he was good and ready.
    “Drex, no,” I
begged. “I can’t.”
    “You can and you
will,” he said, his mouth against my ear.
    Again and again his
fingers caressed me, leading me to pleasure and pain and beyond. A
shiver drove through me as one orgasm built on the other and shook me
to the core.
    “Please,” I
whispered, though I didn’t know what I was begging for.
    “What a good little
comer you are,” he said. “So good at following orders.”
    Though I’d had the
orgasm he’d demanded, he was ruthless, unstoppable. Sweat trickled
down my neck as he flipped me onto my back and propped my right heel
on the dashboard.
    “Stay like that,”
he said. “Wide open for me. Just for me.”
    Just
for me. We both knew it was impossible to say I was just
his, but it felt so good anyway.
    I reached back and
grabbed the armrest with both hands as he plunged inside me. His
shirt hung open, revealing the chest that must have made the panties
of a hundred women go up in smoke. My breath caught as he threaded
his fingers through my hair and pulled. I arched my neck, letting him
feast on it, suck, bite, and nibble.
    His cock grew inside
me, stretching me almost beyond what I could take. I was panting,
desperate to feel him come inside me. For all I knew, this time would
be the last.
    And if it was going to
be the last, then let it be the most amazing moment I would ever
experience.
    Lifting my hips, I
urged him deeper. “I love the way you fuck me,” I said.
    “That’s why you’re
not going anywhere,” he said, his eyes piercing into mine. “You’re
going to stay right here, like this.”
    “For now,” I said.
    “For as long as I say
you will.”
    He was so sure of
himself and so determined, I couldn’t argue. And I didn’t want
to. All I wanted at this moment was him.
    “You have no idea how
beautiful you are,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
    “You’re right,” I
said, breath jolting out with every thrust. “Maybe you should show
me.”
    “That’s exactly
what I’m about to do.” Eyes half-closed, he slammed hard and
groaned. “Are you ready for my come?” he whispered. “There’s
a lot of it.”
    “I can’t wait.”
    It would be the third
unprotected time in less than twenty-four hours. I knew where babies
came from, and I knew this was risky. But God help me, I needed Drex
more than I needed to be safe, and sensible, and all the other things
that apparently weren’t in my nature.
    “Here it is,” he
said with a sinful smile. “And it’s all for you.”
    Grabbing my wrists and
pinning them against the seat, he climaxed with a grimace of raw male
pleasure. His eyes were narrow and dark, their expression
animalistic. He drove into me,

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