noise as everything in her pulled tight and then tighter and then tighter still. Until she collapsed a little bit beneath him, her knees simply unequal to the weight of that much dark pleasure, and felt him laugh again.
He hauled her back up, shifting against her, running his big, hard fingers over the tight little opening where his mouth had just been.
She gasped against the floor, blind with need and longing, at the edge of a dark wall, a wave, that she thought might drown her for good when it hit. But she couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it. As he made it go on and on and on.
“You take it in the ass before, Sophie?” he asked, and there was a wild thing in his voice, harder and far more ferocious than the matching one inside of her, tearing her up. “I’m guessing no.”
She couldn’t speak. She shook her head, restless and aching, and he pressed down, just hard enough to make her moan.
“Christ, baby,” he muttered darkly. “I’m gonna eat you alive.”
He shifted then. He pulled her back up so she was on her hands and knees again.
“I can’t—” she whispered.
“You can.”
He was so certain. And so she did, bracing herself on her palms, on arms that felt like spaghetti.
Ajax gathered her hair in one of his big hands and he shifted closer, and she could feel his cock then, still rock hard and entirely too big, nudging into her soaking wet folds from behind. He slid one hand down to anchor her hip, and then he thrust into her again without any ceremony, pulling back on her hair at the same time so her body instantly bowed.
Her reward was that dirty laugh of his and the way he surged into her, so deep and good she made a guttural noise she’d never heard come out of her before. She tried to meet his thrusts, but she realized in an instant that he was holding her immobile, looming up behind her like some tattooed god of sex and doing exactly what he liked with her
.
She almost came again from that image alone.
“Not yet,” he told her, and his voice was different then. Darker and rougher, almost destroyed, and she felt a thrill of something like power wind through her at the sound. Maybe she wasn’t the only junkie in the room.
He groaned something she couldn’t understand and then he let go of her hair, his thrusts getting jerkier, falling out of that intense rhythm. He slid his hand around to her belly, lifting her and pulling her backward, easing her into a new position. She found herself astride him as he knelt behind her, his cock still planted deep inside of her.
And it was that easy strength of his that made her shiver like that, she thought, fighting to catch her breath again. He wrapped those hard, sculpted arms, inked and beautiful, around her. He dropped his head to her shoulder and she could feel his mouth open against her neck.
He started to move again, and when he did, he moved all of her. He thrust into her from below. He held her still above, one hand on her breast almost accidentally, except there was only sweet, hot purpose in the way he dragged his thumb over her nipple in counterpoint to those deep, wicked strokes that were tearing her apart.
“My name, Sophie,” he growled at her. “Say my fucking name.”
She could hear the slap of their flesh. She could hear how wet she was. She could
hear—
and she could feel so much it was almost like pain, only better.
So much better.
“Oh God,” she whispered, as that searing heat wound tighter and tighter inside of her, her whole body going taut and her pussy clenching down on him. “Oh God.”
“That’s close enough,” he growled in her ear.
He pinched her nipple and he pounded her straight into that dark wall, another climax, this one even bigger and more intense than before. He kept pounding into her, his arms tightening around her while his teeth were at her shoulder, and she kept coming.
And he came with her, jerking hard into her, shouting out his release into the quiet room, so loud she
He hauled her back up, shifting against her, running his big, hard fingers over the tight little opening where his mouth had just been.
She gasped against the floor, blind with need and longing, at the edge of a dark wall, a wave, that she thought might drown her for good when it hit. But she couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it. As he made it go on and on and on.
“You take it in the ass before, Sophie?” he asked, and there was a wild thing in his voice, harder and far more ferocious than the matching one inside of her, tearing her up. “I’m guessing no.”
She couldn’t speak. She shook her head, restless and aching, and he pressed down, just hard enough to make her moan.
“Christ, baby,” he muttered darkly. “I’m gonna eat you alive.”
He shifted then. He pulled her back up so she was on her hands and knees again.
“I can’t—” she whispered.
“You can.”
He was so certain. And so she did, bracing herself on her palms, on arms that felt like spaghetti.
Ajax gathered her hair in one of his big hands and he shifted closer, and she could feel his cock then, still rock hard and entirely too big, nudging into her soaking wet folds from behind. He slid one hand down to anchor her hip, and then he thrust into her again without any ceremony, pulling back on her hair at the same time so her body instantly bowed.
Her reward was that dirty laugh of his and the way he surged into her, so deep and good she made a guttural noise she’d never heard come out of her before. She tried to meet his thrusts, but she realized in an instant that he was holding her immobile, looming up behind her like some tattooed god of sex and doing exactly what he liked with her
.
She almost came again from that image alone.
“Not yet,” he told her, and his voice was different then. Darker and rougher, almost destroyed, and she felt a thrill of something like power wind through her at the sound. Maybe she wasn’t the only junkie in the room.
He groaned something she couldn’t understand and then he let go of her hair, his thrusts getting jerkier, falling out of that intense rhythm. He slid his hand around to her belly, lifting her and pulling her backward, easing her into a new position. She found herself astride him as he knelt behind her, his cock still planted deep inside of her.
And it was that easy strength of his that made her shiver like that, she thought, fighting to catch her breath again. He wrapped those hard, sculpted arms, inked and beautiful, around her. He dropped his head to her shoulder and she could feel his mouth open against her neck.
He started to move again, and when he did, he moved all of her. He thrust into her from below. He held her still above, one hand on her breast almost accidentally, except there was only sweet, hot purpose in the way he dragged his thumb over her nipple in counterpoint to those deep, wicked strokes that were tearing her apart.
“My name, Sophie,” he growled at her. “Say my fucking name.”
She could hear the slap of their flesh. She could hear how wet she was. She could
hear—
and she could feel so much it was almost like pain, only better.
So much better.
“Oh God,” she whispered, as that searing heat wound tighter and tighter inside of her, her whole body going taut and her pussy clenching down on him. “Oh God.”
“That’s close enough,” he growled in her ear.
He pinched her nipple and he pounded her straight into that dark wall, another climax, this one even bigger and more intense than before. He kept pounding into her, his arms tightening around her while his teeth were at her shoulder, and she kept coming.
And he came with her, jerking hard into her, shouting out his release into the quiet room, so loud she
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