Working Stiff(101)

“Please,” she whispered.

He growled, “I want to make you come with my mouth, but I am greedy. I want to feel you clench around my cock. I want you to pant my name into my mouth. I want to feel your body in my arms as you twist, helpless.”

Helpless.

“Please,” she whispered, nearly exhausted. A drop of sweat near her hairline ran past her ear and dropped off her jaw, and more sweat like raindrops gathered on her chest and stomach.

He stepped back—yes, he had to actually step back—and ran the thick head of his cock through her folds. Her skin was so tender from his hand and his mouth that she arched just with that, just with him rubbing her a little more. He bent over her, kissing her chest and breasts softly, while he pressed himself into her.

As he filled her—oh so slowly—she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, not in pain, but because it was all so much, too much. She wanted to beg him to take her hard, to finally break her and let her come, but she was so swollen that he had to carefully, slowly, force his way into her.

Finally, just as Rox thought that she would crack open or come hard just from his insidious invasion of her body, his hips pushed against her body. He groaned and laid his forehead on her sternum, panting, “Roxanne.”

“Cash,” she whispered, her hands twisting in the ropes, “please.”

His body moved in hers, slowly pumping into her, rubbing her clit at the top of each stroke. She was so near that every languid slide into her rubbed the inside of her all the way to the top, and she was throbbing, tightening again, so close again.

Still moving in her, he slid his hands up her arms, sliding on her slick skin, and held her wrists against the iron bars.

The trembling climbed inside her, her desperation for the orgasm slamming into the fear of the helplessness.

He held her down with his hands and his body and the ropes and moved inside her, and she couldn’t move, couldn’t touch him, couldn’t breathe with wanting him to slam into her and yet the world was turning black around her.

Every movement of his body was nearly sending her over the edge but it felt like a threat, like he was almost hurting her, almost ripping her apart.

“Sub modo!” she cried out. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this!”

He flipped his hands around her wrists, ripping the ropes off her hands and switching his arms under her waist to reach the other one. He whispered, “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

She curled up and grabbed his neck. “You’re going to hurt me. I don’t want you to hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He released her ankles with one tug on each rope and cradled her to his chest. His cock was still deep inside her. “I was never going to hurt you.”

“Yes, you are.”

He rubbed his hands down her spine and whispered, “Do you want to stop?”

Tension chained her, tight around her waist and between her legs, and she ground her body against him, so close to her release. “Please, don’t stop. Just don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me.”

He leaned her back, one arm cinched around her waist, and stroked up into her.

A sound rumbled deep in Rox’s throat, and she lifted her hips, trying to fit herself farther over him, almost screaming her frustration.

He pushed deeper into her, and his body rubbed her clit, sending a pulse through her. She gasped and gripped him as he ground against her.

Cash growled, “I would never hurt you.”

Her head spun, full of whirling passion and light. Her teeth grated in her mouth as her body clenched, so close, so very close. “You will,” she whispered. “You’re going to hurt me so much. I can’t bear it.”

“I won’t.”

She whimpered and sucked in a breath while he stroked into her. “This is all fun and games to you, but it’s my heart. You’re going to break my heart, and I won’t be able to bear it.”

He thrust up into her, shoving his body against her as her mind and body tensed down to an unbearable point of light.

One more hard thrust up into her.

And Rox crashed open.

She cried out, hanging onto him, as earthquakes shuddered through her, shaking her from her body to her mind.

She might have died except for Cash’s strong arms holding her together, and she clung to him as she slowly drifted inward and opened her eyes.

“I would never hurt you,” he whispered. His arms were iron bands around her.

She laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him. “I know that you say that to all the girls.”





ARTHUR, THE UNLIKELY VOICE OF REASON





Casimir’s heart was bleeding.