Red & Blue (A MFM Romance)(176)

“No,” he says sternly, an expression of mischievousness on his face. “You didn’t beg for it…” He teases me, holding me tightly. I try to fight against his hold, but it’s useless. There’s no way I’m going to feel his cock on me unless he hears me begging.

“Please, Arsen. Please,” I whisper, still trying to ease myself down on him.

“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Ash. Try harder,” he says with a grin, not letting go.

“Please, please. I need you to fuck me… I need to feel your cock inside of me. I’ll do anything.” The words fall out from my lips easily, each one of them brimming with true desperation.

“That’s more like it,” he smiles, taking his hands out of my waist. I go down immediately, his cock burying itself in me to the hilt as a shrill scream leaves my lips. Gosh, there’s truly no better thing in the world than having a cock like Arsen’s straining against my inner walls, his veiny shaft ramming me hard.

When all his cock is inside of me I start to sway my hips, rocking my body back and forth as I lean forward and place my hands over his chest. I curl my fingers, my fingernails digging into his chest, but he doesn't’ even register it; he simply bucks his hips at me, forcing me to stop moving as his thrusts grow harder and more violent. I just close my eyes and surrender to him, letting him fuck me with the ferocity of a man that demands nothing less than the whole world.#p#分页标题#e#

“Oh, God,” I sigh, his shaft burning its way through my pussy. Pleasure stabs at my mind, poking holes in it as my hormones get thrown into disarray. My pussy tightens around his cock like a murderous vice and I claw at his chest, coming so hard I half-expect my heart to simply burst.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still in me. His eyes lock on mine, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear.

“It’s time we get started.” His words make my heart feel tight inside my chest, the anxiety of anticipation washing over me. Get started? What does he mean by that? God, I’ve already came four times and only now is he talking about getting started?

He cuts my line of questioning short, placing his hands on my ass and going up on his feet. Moving fast, I lace my legs on his lower back, my arms going over his shoulders. He takes one step forward and pins me against the wall, immediately starting to trust as fast as he can. His cock pierces me so violently that our bodies are rocking back and forth against the wall, my back hitting it and making a loud hollow sound with each of his thrusts. The paintings on the wall start to waggle, threatening to crash on the floor, but we’re way past caring, in fact, we go even harder. One of the paintings crashes onto the floor, the glass shattering with a sudden loud sound; a few heartbeats after that, the second painting comes down, the glass miraculously surviving this time.

With a lustful growl Arsen starts kissing my neck and, pulling away from the wall and still holding me, takes two steps toward the small table on the corner of the room. With just one hand on my ass he uses the other one to throw everything on top of the table to the floor. A lamp, the phone, a bunch of newspapers, you name it—it all comes crashing down in an instant. The tabletop clear, he sits me on the edge, his rhythm building up again.

We kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as we let desire consume us. We’re tearing the whole place apart and I’m screaming my head off. I start wondering if everyone on this floor can hear the ruckus we’re causing and, as a response, the phone Arsen just threw on the floor starts to ring. He simply ignores it, working his cock into me with the fury of an insatiable man. The annoying sound of the phone fills the whole room for what seems like an eternity, and I pull back from Arsen’s kiss, looking him in the eyes and then nodding at the phone.

Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out of me and bends over, picking the phone from the floor. He presses the green button and takes it to his ear, his eyes still locked on mine.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Hawke,” starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of hesitation in it. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, everything’s perfect. Thank you. But I’m busy right now so --”

“Well, sir, that’s exactly why I’m calling your room. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I guess that, uh, you being busy is somewhat noticeable. We have been getting some calls from our other clients and they’re… Well, they’re complaining about the noise, sir.”

“Noise? What noise?” Arsen asks, smirking at me.