down and
found herself sinking her fingers into his thick, dark hair as he suckled first one
breast, then the other.
Her hips rocked harder against his of their own volition, the response inside her
growing, spreading, like something wild and consuming that swallowed everything it
encountered until it was the only thing she was aware of. She was going to come soon
just from moving that way against his magnificent hardness.
And it was only a few seconds after that realization hit her that it grew closer,
reaching that perilous moment when she knew it lay only a few heartbeats away, making
her whisper, “Oh God.
God
.”
And then the orgasm struck, blossoming inside her like some hothouse flower desperate
to bloom, with thick, waving petals that fluttered through her almost violently. She
cried out the consuming pleasure as it shook her body, over and over, and thought
it was possibly the most satisfying of her life—and he wasn’t even inside her.
She went still when it was done, and it was only then that he released her nipple
from his mouth and rasped quietly near her ear, “You’re so fucking hot, Ginger,” as
the dark stubble on his jaw scraped lightly across the tender flesh of her cheek.
And that was the moment when the war inside her began again, when she remembered she
was doing something unthinkable and didn’t want to accept the fact that she was a
willing participant. It wasn’t thought but impulse that made her struggle anew, her
body twisting and writhing beneath his again.
And when he once more pinned her wrists on either side of her face, it felt good.
Until he said, peering sharply into her eyes, “No—no more. Not now. Now you have to
be a good girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck you—the way you need to be fucked.”
Chapter 6
S he lay beneath him, bared breasts heaving. The fact that she wanted what he’d said—to
be fucked—both aroused and repulsed her. The urge to continue fighting him, really
fighting him now, trying to get out from under him and race away from this apartment,
rose powerfully within her.
And yet she’d agreed to this. And the intense longing to have him inside her was at
least as powerful as the instinct to run. And she’d come this far.
Correction—you let him bring you this far. You submitted. You gave in. And it felt
good.
The fact was, the struggle and ensuing surrender had felt just as good as the rest
of it; she still didn’t understand it, but it had enhanced every second since the
moment he’d pulled her back down onto the couch.
She’d said nothing in a long while, and she continued to say nothing now—but she quit
wriggling beneath him. And mmm, that simple act let that wonderfully hard part of
him settle back against her mound, her legs still spread for him and her thighs still
held down, locked in place, by his own.
“Gonna be good for me, babe?” he asked.
She nodded. That simple. Because it really did seem the only choice at this point.
Or the only one that made sense anyway. She was under his control now.
“Good girl,” he murmured, then slowly, gingerly released his hold on her wrists. But
he didn’t let his touch leave them completely—instead he ran his fingertips over where
he’d held her, as if to soothe those spots. It sent a shiver through her that she
couldn’t contain. They looked into each other’s eyes the whole time.
After a minute, he leaned back slightly, putting a little more distance between their
upper bodies, and he gently lifted her hands and brought them to rest against his
chest, pressing them there. Through his T-shirt she felt the sinewy muscles; she felt
his heartbeat. And it was strange in that quiet moment how—even amid the stark arousal
still expanding between them—it made him seem more human to her, as if they somehow
had more in common than just lust. And it was an illusion, of course—she shared that
same humanness with
found herself sinking her fingers into his thick, dark hair as he suckled first one
breast, then the other.
Her hips rocked harder against his of their own volition, the response inside her
growing, spreading, like something wild and consuming that swallowed everything it
encountered until it was the only thing she was aware of. She was going to come soon
just from moving that way against his magnificent hardness.
And it was only a few seconds after that realization hit her that it grew closer,
reaching that perilous moment when she knew it lay only a few heartbeats away, making
her whisper, “Oh God.
God
.”
And then the orgasm struck, blossoming inside her like some hothouse flower desperate
to bloom, with thick, waving petals that fluttered through her almost violently. She
cried out the consuming pleasure as it shook her body, over and over, and thought
it was possibly the most satisfying of her life—and he wasn’t even inside her.
She went still when it was done, and it was only then that he released her nipple
from his mouth and rasped quietly near her ear, “You’re so fucking hot, Ginger,” as
the dark stubble on his jaw scraped lightly across the tender flesh of her cheek.
And that was the moment when the war inside her began again, when she remembered she
was doing something unthinkable and didn’t want to accept the fact that she was a
willing participant. It wasn’t thought but impulse that made her struggle anew, her
body twisting and writhing beneath his again.
And when he once more pinned her wrists on either side of her face, it felt good.
Until he said, peering sharply into her eyes, “No—no more. Not now. Now you have to
be a good girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck you—the way you need to be fucked.”
Chapter 6
S he lay beneath him, bared breasts heaving. The fact that she wanted what he’d said—to
be fucked—both aroused and repulsed her. The urge to continue fighting him, really
fighting him now, trying to get out from under him and race away from this apartment,
rose powerfully within her.
And yet she’d agreed to this. And the intense longing to have him inside her was at
least as powerful as the instinct to run. And she’d come this far.
Correction—you let him bring you this far. You submitted. You gave in. And it felt
good.
The fact was, the struggle and ensuing surrender had felt just as good as the rest
of it; she still didn’t understand it, but it had enhanced every second since the
moment he’d pulled her back down onto the couch.
She’d said nothing in a long while, and she continued to say nothing now—but she quit
wriggling beneath him. And mmm, that simple act let that wonderfully hard part of
him settle back against her mound, her legs still spread for him and her thighs still
held down, locked in place, by his own.
“Gonna be good for me, babe?” he asked.
She nodded. That simple. Because it really did seem the only choice at this point.
Or the only one that made sense anyway. She was under his control now.
“Good girl,” he murmured, then slowly, gingerly released his hold on her wrists. But
he didn’t let his touch leave them completely—instead he ran his fingertips over where
he’d held her, as if to soothe those spots. It sent a shiver through her that she
couldn’t contain. They looked into each other’s eyes the whole time.
After a minute, he leaned back slightly, putting a little more distance between their
upper bodies, and he gently lifted her hands and brought them to rest against his
chest, pressing them there. Through his T-shirt she felt the sinewy muscles; she felt
his heartbeat. And it was strange in that quiet moment how—even amid the stark arousal
still expanding between them—it made him seem more human to her, as if they somehow
had more in common than just lust. And it was an illusion, of course—she shared that
same humanness with
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