OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(158)

“Oh God, yes.” My body tensed as he did it again.



He slid a second finger in, opening me wider. He drove them deeper into my core and pulled them back across my front wall again, sending shivers up my spine as he stroked my spot over and over.



Then, he slid his fingers out and ran them along the delicate folds of flesh between my legs. He spread me open and pressed himself against me, sliding his head just inside my wet opening. I felt him pushing at my entrance, passing just barely inside of me. It was such an incredible tease!



I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, encouraging him to enter me again. I grabbed his hand and pulled it up to my breast. He cupped my tender skin with his masculine fingers and squeezed me. Pleasure rippled through my body.



I arched my back and moaned as he slid inside me. His shaft passed through the entrance to my sex effortlessly. He spread me open and stretched me around his hardened flesh. He filled me completely with his cock. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. I pushed my hips against him, forcing him deeper inside of me, taking all of him greedily into my center.



His fingers worked my nipples as his other hand grabbed the other breast. He squeezed my breasts like ripe pieces of fruit, gripping me for leverage as he thrust into me, deep into me.



“Yes, Cole,” I called out. “Give it to me, baby. Let me have all of you.”



He shoved himself into me forcefully, and I felt my pleasure picking up a hint of pain around the edges. It just made the sensation that much more intense.



My legs quivered as he impaled me with his manhood again and again. Each time he stabbed me, I could feel myself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy. My climax was already growing deep within.



“I’m yours,” I whispered in his ear. “Do whatever you want with me.”



He kissed my neck, then my shoulder. Then he kissed the front of my neck and my chin. The whole time, he pounded into my hips and held my breasts in his commanding grip.



My body shook underneath him as the pleasure inside me built to a crescendo, but he didn’t stop. He penetrated every inch of me. I felt my walls expand to contain him every time he pushed into me. He fit me perfectly, as if our bodies had been crafted for each other. His head stroked my g-spot each time he shifted himself forward or back.



“I’m coming,” I breathed. “I’m coming.” My voice came out as little more than a whisper.



I grabbed his back and tried to pull him down to me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him as he continued to thrust his hips into me. My whole body quaked with the force of his thrusts and the ecstasy roaring in my veins and my nerve endings. I felt myself overcome with passion as I rocked my hips against him.



He still wasn’t finished with me yet. He put an arm under my waist and lifted me from the bed, holding me up while he continued to stroke my delicate insides with his rock hard shaft. I ached as the pleasure grew too strong to be contained. I arched my back and tilted my head back, closing my eyes against the rush of ecstasy.



I cried out as my pleasure peaked again and again, as he took me there over and over. My body was filled with a steady flow of climactic ecstasy. Pleasure ran through every fiber of my being, filling me with white light that pulsed with each thrust of his sex deep inside me. As he pushed into me, pleasure flowed out from my deep core to the rest of my body. As he pulled back, it drew back in, flowing down to the muscles around my entrance as they closed, attempting to seize him and hold him inside me.



My body eventually gave out underneath him as the pleasure I felt became too much and ecstasy stole all the tension from my body. My arms and legs felt like jelly as they fell uselessly to my side as I gave myself over to the pleasure he created inside of me. I wanted to call out his name, but the words just wouldn’t come. I moved my mouth, but only moans and whimpers would come out. My body had become one giant nerve ending, and every sensation was pleasure. Every touch was ecstasy.



He let me fall onto the bed and slid out of me. My body immediately ached in the vacuum left behind by his sex. I felt myself clenching, reaching for him as my body begged for his return. I felt so hollow all of a sudden.



His breath came heavily above me, and I felt the bed shake as he finished himself off above me. He spilled his seed onto my stomach. I felt each warm drop as it hit my skin, as he emptied himself on me. I opened my eyes and watched his hand gripping his shaft. His fingers wrapped around himself perfectly, gripping it like a weapon. He worked himself masterfully over me. He looked like he was forcing himself to come onto me.



I reached for his rippling muscles. I wanted to beg him to let me have it all, every drop, on my tongue and down my throat instead of on my stomach, but all I could do was moan appreciatively as he let me wear every single drop of himself.