Desire Me More by Tiffany Clare

rubbing them over the blanket, wishing Nick’s fingers were plucking and pulling on them instead of her fulfilling her own desires.
    When she didn’t respond, he pulled away, and cold air washed over her body. She cried out in protest, frustration building in the back of her throat in the form of a growl.
    â€œWhat do you say to that, Amelia? Do you want me to ride your pretty cunt, fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get up from this bed?”
    â€œYes.”
    Her eyes slipped closed as he touched her, only this time he ran his finger down between the cheeks of her rear, exploring parts of her that had her heart pounding so hard in her chest that she could hear the thump, thump, thump loud in her ears.
    She breathed easy again when his fingers found her slick center, and he slammed two fingers hard and deep. Her sheath tightened around the sweet intrusion. He pulled his fingers out only to repeat the process again and again until the slap of his palm against the skin between her entrance and her anus made wet noises. She was sure his whole hand was soaked with her juices, and she didn’t care, didn’t think to be embarrassed by her body’s reaction. She just needed more.
    Nick leaned over her, trapping her hands between their bodies as the heat of him enveloped her from his chest to her back. His mouth was next to her ear, his hard cock heavy between her thighs, but he didn’t remove his fingers; if anything, he fucked them into her harder.
    â€œI’m going to own every part of you,” he whispered in her ear at the same moment his thumb breached her other hole.
    Her instinctive reaction was to pull away, but Nick had his arm wrapped around her; she wasn’t going anywhere if he didn’t want her to.
    She made a sound that was half protest and half shock as he worked the tip of his thumb in and out of her, the movement aided by the wetness coating his hand, fingers, and thumb.
    â€œYou like that, sweetheart. You want me to fuck this tight hole, don’t you?”
    She couldn’t answer, lost in the euphoric feeling of his surrounding her and being everywhere in her. Desire built inside her like a storm about to rage out of control. She was panting—actually panting, like a cat in heat.
    Nick bit at her earlobe, sucking it, his tongue playing with it. His breathing came hard and fast, and his hips were working almost as fast as his hand was stroking deep inside her. He was as affected by their actions as she.
    The rigid length of his cock pressed against her thigh. She wanted to squeeze her legs together around that steely length, draw him closer, but she was completely trapped and helpless to his tormenting pleasure.
    And she liked that she had no control over what he did. Liked being a slave to his desires, to hers. Powerless to stop him from doing the things that would have her shy away and pull back if she could.
    Nick pulled his thumb out of her, and she cried at the loss, her body suddenly feeling too empty.
    â€œCan’t be without me, can you.”
    She shook her head. “I need you back inside me. I—”
    He rammed his cock so hard into her sheath that her breath caught on her words, and she moaned instead of begging him to take her. His hips rotated, his rod twisting and gyrating as he took her so hard that her whole body was splayed to him. She felt him on every intimate part of her body, and the sensation was almost too much to process all at once.
    â€œOh, God. Nick. Nick . . . ”
    Her hands curled into fists. She wanted them free so she could give herself enough leverage to push back into him, to urge him to take her harder, even though this was the hardest he’d ever rode her. His hands grasped tightly around her hips, holding her in place as he pumped into her, working her toward that sweet precipice of release.
    Amelia strained against her bonds, not sure whether or not she really wanted to be free. And just as quickly as