Sanctuary by Eden Bradley Page A

need you to come all over me.”
    She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the loss of sensation. At the knowledge that he would fuck her now.
    In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.
    A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show, are you?”
    â€œNo, Shaye.”
    â€œI like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough with desire. “Ask me by name, Devin.”
    â€œPlease, Shaye.”
    He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”
    She groaned. “Please fuck me.”
    â€œSay it again. The right way.”
    â€œOh…please fuck me, Shaye.”
    â€œAh, that’s better.”
    He slammed into her, filling her.
    â€œAh, God!”
    His hand was on the small of her back, holding her down, commanding her.
    â€œDon’t come. I can feel it, baby. I can feel your sweet pussy, soaking wet and trembling. But you’ll hold it back.”
    â€œYes,” she gasped.
    He began to move, pressing his big cock deeper inside her, sliding out, a slow, easy rhythm that was driving her mad. Her body was on fire.
    He reached around with his other hand and took her hard clit between his fingers, and she thought she’d come right there, but he pinched her so hard she yelped.
    â€œAh!”
    His fingers squeezed, and pain was like a jolt of electricity between her thighs. He let go and pleasure followed, her head filling up with it.
    â€œGot some endorphins, my girl?”
    â€œOh yes.”
    â€œGood. I’m really going to fuck you now. Have to…”
    He thrust into her, hard, then again, and again. She could barely hold herself up against his pummeling hips, his cock filling her in lethal strokes, the metal ring rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust. Pleasure was a wave, threatening to drown her. He moved faster and faster, leaned down and latched on to the back of her neck with his lush, wet mouth, used his teeth to anchor himself there. She’d never been fucked like this in her life.
    She heard his growl, felt his cock begin to pulse deep inside her.
    â€œNow, Devin. Come on…come for me while I come into you. Do it.”
    He pounded into her, his fingers pressing her tight clitoris, and that was all it took—his permission—and she was coming so damn hard she saw stars.
    Pleasure was like a vine, endlessly coiling and uncoiling in her body. She shook with it, her pussy clenching, clenching. His cock pulsed, he cried out, slammed into her.
    Finally he stopped, his head resting on her shoulder, his breath a gasping pant in her ear. He was still hard inside her.
    â€œFucking unbelievable,” he muttered. “Jesus, what you do to me, girl.”
    She was still quivering with the last frissons of her climax when he turned her around, pushed her down on the sofa and laid his big body on top of hers. He paused to shift so he could pull off the condom, then he took her mouth with his—there was no other word for it—and kissed her hard. His tongue pressed between her lips, invading her mouth. He tasted like salt and skin and sex.
    He kept kissing her, making out with her in a mad rush, and her body was lighting up again.
    Finally he pulled away and she felt…what? Bereft, maybe. But he was picking her up in his arms, carrying her through his house, down a long hallway, muttering to her.
    â€œJust have to have you in my bed. Fuck you again. Spank you with my bare hands again. Do everything again.”
    â€œYes, please, Shaye.”
    He paused at the foot of the stairs and kissed her again.
    â€œGoddamn it,