Pretty Perfect Toy -- A Temptation Court Novel (Temptation Court, Book 2) by Angel Payne Page B

as clear as before. It’s not a request. “It’ll widen you, armeau .” Deeper still, until I feel her compliance, the muscles expanding around my fingertip. “And it’ll feel so damn good.”
    That I’m not certain she believes—until I recalibrate, timing both invasions with each other, giving her double the stimulation with every drop of her delectable body. Once more, her mouth opens in astonishment—only now, it’s infused with something besides straight confusion. Tiny valleys begin to pinch her forehead. Little gasps become more strident huffs. Soon, they are finished with high-pitched cries…then pleading moans.
    “Oh…my… Creator .” Her stare is now a wash of sultry need. Her pussy eagerly milks my cock. Her clit is stiff, popped out from its hood to rub up against my lower abdomen. I take a moment to revel in it all—both her tunnels tight around me, her wet sex rubbing and marking me—before even trying to form a reply.
    She beats me to it. “More.” Locks her sexier-than-shit gaze to me, baring the grit of her teeth just a little. “ More. ”
    I want to refuse. She’s not ready for this—not without lube aside from the juices from her pussy—but she wiggles, freely taking my finger deeper into her virgin entrance.
    “Fuck.” I roll the digit, working to stretch her, while scraping a bite to the edge of her jaw. “ Fuck me . Gorgeous…sorceress.”
    She leans up, returning the favor by clamping teeth over my ear. “Abra…cadabra.”
    And isn’t that the goddamn truth. How can I deny her now? How can I resist her ever ? How can I stop my cock from shuttling harder up her channel and my finger from pounding deeper into her ass, when she’s the sexiest creature I have ever held in my arms…allowed to blast into my soul?
    “I’m going…to hurt you.”
    A last-ditch effort at a protest. Do I even mean it? Could I stop if she protested completely? Pull out and admit that her scent, floral and fuckable, hasn’t thoroughly bewitched me? That her heat, clutching and captivating, hasn’t milked all logical thought from me? Deep inside, somewhere, I still hear the answer, and it’s yes. But dear sweet God, I pray it’s no.
    “Then hurt me.”
    Thank. God.
    “ Dammit .” I’m inside her to the hilt, making her gasp with every plunge into her tight, hot holes. She scores into my back with both hands, creating craters for my sweat with her grip.
    “Cassian! Oh !”
    Her spell wraps me deeper. Thighs smacking. Nipples tightening. Pussy tightening. Ass clenching.
    “Am I…hurting you?”
    “Y-yes.”
    Good.
    “Fuck.”
    “No!” She tears one hand up to my head. Forces my cheek against hers, our skin rubbing slick together. “Do not…stop. Oh…Cassian…please…” Her voice vibrates with the tone she reserves only for me—the notes that say she just heard what nobody else can in my voice. “It is all right. It is all right .”
    “Not…yet.”
    My throat goes dry, turning the words into a pair of bricks that would be ideal window destroyers. Ideal analogies for the Daily Double, anyone ? Showing her the shattered glass in the turret was tonight’s easy part—and I can only make this next part happen because of her. With her.
    Instead of searching for the words to accommodate it, I put action to it. Pump more violently into her, until her body rides the wood at her back like a rag doll. Dear fuck. So beautiful.
    She lets out a sharp yelp. Clamps her legs higher around my waist, angling me deeper inside her. I groan and intensify the pace. The door audibly rattles. We’ll both be bruised tomorrow, and I gloat in the knowledge…welcome the pain. It’s nothing compared to the different version of the shit about to hit me from inside.
    “Cassian.”
    Sweet, fucking hell. She’s still using that voice, turning my name into something between a prayer and a poem. I’ve never adored her more. I’ve never hated her more. I’m about to break, and it’s all her