Resist Me(38)

I clawed at his flesh, scraping his skin, as he pounded me into the wall with each blow. He grunted, moaning against my nipples as he sucked and bit on the tender skin.

My eyes found the mirror across the room. There was just enough light for me to clearly see his body as he thrust inside me. His ass cheeks clenched and released as he pushed himself deep, driving me closer to the edge. My arms were wrapped around his torso as I stared at our reflection. The pink streaks caused by my fingernails were visible clear across the room.

Watching him fuck me, and the feeling of his dick slamming into me, made it impossible to stave off the impending orgasm.

“Fuck yes!” I screamed, hitting my head against the wall. “Harder!” I demanded.

My toes curled as his fingers gripped my ass and his cock pulverized my pussy in long, thick strokes.

He released my nipples, pulling my body down harder on his cock. He moved his mouth next to my ear and said, “Come for me, Izzy. I want to feel you squeeze the life out of my dick.”

All the muscles in my body grew rigid as he moved his hands to my waist, forcefully pulling me down against his cock. I bounced off his body like a rag doll. Everything around me ceased to exist except James and his dick.

My nails slid against his skin, tearing the flesh as I screamed through the best fucking orgasm of my life. I mumbled and chanted like a person in a trance as one orgasm passed and another started to build.

“Don’t you dare come again,” he growled, pulling me from the wall and walking toward the bed.

My eyes flew open as I stared at him. “What?” I asked, swallowing hard and trying to catch my breath.

“Not yet, doll. Not like this,” he groaned as he stilled inside me.

As we approached the bed and he started to lay me back, I wrapped my legs tighter around him. My pussy ached from the devastation he’d just inflicted upon it, but I wanted more.

“Let go,” he ordered as he released me and pulled at my legs.

“No,” I cried, pulling him in deeper and increasing my viselike grip.

He looked down at me and smiled. “Such a selfish girl,” he whispered as he ran his fingers over my lips, tracing a path down my body.

His fingers stopped at my breasts, circling around each one, as his fingernail scraped against my nipple.

“I’m not selfish, James, I’m horny.” The first orgasm, even in its intensity, hadn’t done enough to quell the ache and throb I felt when I was around him. His fingers, mouth, and dick made me want more. That was exactly why I’d done the walk of shame out of his hotel room months ago. He scared me.

“Izzy,” he barked, bringing my attention back to him as he pried my legs apart. “Flip over, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.”

My pussy convulsed with his words. That divine clenching of both happiness and anticipation. I shifted, and he slipped from my body. A dull ache was left by the emptiness inside me as he walked away.

“How do you want me?” Why I asked this question, I had no fucking clue. Did it matter?

He bent down next to his pants, and the sound of metal clinking filled the room. My heart stopped in my chest as I closed my eyes and knew what he grabbed. I looked over my shoulder, finding him approaching the bed as he twirled them around his finger.

“I brought these just for you.” He leaned over, touching my skin with the cold metal, and dragged it down my spine.

I sucked in a breath, the sensation intense against my hot damn skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the icy hardware, and when I opened them, James had a very smug grin on his face.

“Hands behind your back, Isabella.” He smirked—as he probably assumed I’d do just about anything right now.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, more concerned with him leaving than anything he’d do to me physically.

“I’m going to get mine now,” he said, holding the handcuffs in the air with one hand as stroked his condom-covered cock in the other. “You want this?” he asked, fisting it rapidly and looking down at his dick. “Then you’ll get these.” He shook the cuffs, causing them to make a loud clatter.

“Promise you won’t leave?” I pleaded, needing to be sure before I handed over total control. Before, when I’d crawled to him and let him fuck my face, that hadn’t been giving him free rein, but being restrained and naked left me vulnerable and at his mercy.

“I’d never do that. I want to bury myself inside you until I can’t fuck you anymore. Hands,” he commanded.

I swallowed, placing my hands behind my back and burying my face in the comforter. He moved quickly, grabbing my body and pushing me up the bed. Before I could respond, a cuff was around my left wrist and attached to the headboard. The bed dipped and rose as he climbed off and back to his feet.