Broken Dove
Page 74
His h*ps bucked and a stifled groan rumbled in his chest.
He liked it.
Thank God, he liked it.
So I gave him more, taking my time, sometimes lifting my eyes to see his face darkened, his eyes heated, watching me.
And I liked that.
Thus I gave him more. Scooting down, I pushed the covers down with me.
And there he was. Hard, long and thick, standing proud, an invitation for my attention.
God, gorgeous.
I adjusted in a way he knew what I wanted and he spread his legs. I fell through and he lifted his knees, legs now wide.
I took him in, spread. For me. His gorgeous c**k rock-hard. For me. All the power of him contained and waiting. For me.
All his beauty…for me.
Oh yes.
My ni**les throbbed, my br**sts felt heavy, the satin against them glorious torture, the area between my legs wet, I curled up between his legs, dipped close and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his hard cock, from base to the ridge of the tip.
Another groan, this one not stifled, and another buck of his hips.
I looked up at him to see the muscles in his arms and chest straining and the veins of his arms had popped out. His hands were gripping the headboard hard and I swallowed a whimper at seeing his power leashed, his passion controlled.
For me.
I gave him a small smile.
“Take my cock,” he ordered, his voice thick.
I dropped my head and kissed the tip but gave him no more.
“Maddie—”
I moved and ran my tongue along the juncture of his hip and thigh. He shifted with agitation. I did too, then I moved to run my tongue along the other juncture.
“Take my cock, Maddie,” he rumbled.
I looked up at him, holding his eyes as I again ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Gods,” he groaned, his head going back, his corded throat and the bottom of his strong, square jaw exposed. Taking all that in, I felt my cl*t start to pulse.
“You’re so freaking beautiful,” I whispered and his chin tipped down.
“Take my cock,” he clipped.
“So unbelievably beautiful.”
“Take me, Madeleine.”
I slid my tongue out slowly, touching its tip to the tip of his cock.
A rumble tore from his chest and I saw now the muscles of his arms straining and his fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I feared he’d tear it apart.
At that, I decided it was time to give him more.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, brought it to me and took it deep.
“Thank the gods,” he rasped out, his neck again arching.
Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and f**king my mouth.
And that turned me on more.
His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.
His head came up and his eyes seared into me.
“I want you to take my seed down your throat,” he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my sex.
But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.
Swiftly, I shifted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.
“Another time, baby,” I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his cock.
“Take me deep and ride hard, poppy.”
He wasn’t getting this. He didn’t get to give orders.
But, damn, I liked how he did.
Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, “In a minute.”
“Now.”
I moved him to my clit, used him to rub hard against it and that felt f**king awesome.
“In a minute,” I gasped.
“Now, Madeleine.”
I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.
My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and I was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.
But added the word “baby.”
Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his cock. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.
My held fell back again as I breathed, “Fuck yes.”
And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.
My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.
He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.
There was no control.
There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.
He shifted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his cock.
I loved it. It tore through me, pushing me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.
But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pushing my heels into his shoulders as his h*ps pounded into mine, our eyes locked.
“Baby,” I whispered.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.
“I’m close,” I gasped. “If I do that, I’ll come apart.”
“Touch yourself, Maddie,” he growled.
My head shook on the bed. “Baby, I—”
He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my h*ps so I was face down but ass up in the bed.
Then his hand cracked against my ass.
Oh God. God, God, God.
Yes.
My h*ps jerked, my ass stung, my body f**king burned.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.
His hand cracked against my ass again.
“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my ass to communicate I wanted more.
He gave it to me.
“Oh my God, Lo,” I moaned.
Another smack.
My head flew back. “Yes.”
Another one.
“God, Lo, yes,” I exclaimed and came, hard, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.
I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.
And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his c**k right to the heart of me.
An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention feeling.
He liked it.
Thank God, he liked it.
So I gave him more, taking my time, sometimes lifting my eyes to see his face darkened, his eyes heated, watching me.
And I liked that.
Thus I gave him more. Scooting down, I pushed the covers down with me.
And there he was. Hard, long and thick, standing proud, an invitation for my attention.
God, gorgeous.
I adjusted in a way he knew what I wanted and he spread his legs. I fell through and he lifted his knees, legs now wide.
I took him in, spread. For me. His gorgeous c**k rock-hard. For me. All the power of him contained and waiting. For me.
All his beauty…for me.
Oh yes.
My ni**les throbbed, my br**sts felt heavy, the satin against them glorious torture, the area between my legs wet, I curled up between his legs, dipped close and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his hard cock, from base to the ridge of the tip.
Another groan, this one not stifled, and another buck of his hips.
I looked up at him to see the muscles in his arms and chest straining and the veins of his arms had popped out. His hands were gripping the headboard hard and I swallowed a whimper at seeing his power leashed, his passion controlled.
For me.
I gave him a small smile.
“Take my cock,” he ordered, his voice thick.
I dropped my head and kissed the tip but gave him no more.
“Maddie—”
I moved and ran my tongue along the juncture of his hip and thigh. He shifted with agitation. I did too, then I moved to run my tongue along the other juncture.
“Take my cock, Maddie,” he rumbled.
I looked up at him, holding his eyes as I again ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Gods,” he groaned, his head going back, his corded throat and the bottom of his strong, square jaw exposed. Taking all that in, I felt my cl*t start to pulse.
“You’re so freaking beautiful,” I whispered and his chin tipped down.
“Take my cock,” he clipped.
“So unbelievably beautiful.”
“Take me, Madeleine.”
I slid my tongue out slowly, touching its tip to the tip of his cock.
A rumble tore from his chest and I saw now the muscles of his arms straining and his fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I feared he’d tear it apart.
At that, I decided it was time to give him more.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, brought it to me and took it deep.
“Thank the gods,” he rasped out, his neck again arching.
Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and f**king my mouth.
And that turned me on more.
His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.
His head came up and his eyes seared into me.
“I want you to take my seed down your throat,” he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my sex.
But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.
Swiftly, I shifted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.
“Another time, baby,” I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his cock.
“Take me deep and ride hard, poppy.”
He wasn’t getting this. He didn’t get to give orders.
But, damn, I liked how he did.
Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, “In a minute.”
“Now.”
I moved him to my clit, used him to rub hard against it and that felt f**king awesome.
“In a minute,” I gasped.
“Now, Madeleine.”
I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.
My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and I was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.
But added the word “baby.”
Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his cock. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.
My held fell back again as I breathed, “Fuck yes.”
And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.
My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.
He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.
There was no control.
There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.
He shifted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his cock.
I loved it. It tore through me, pushing me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.
But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pushing my heels into his shoulders as his h*ps pounded into mine, our eyes locked.
“Baby,” I whispered.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.
“I’m close,” I gasped. “If I do that, I’ll come apart.”
“Touch yourself, Maddie,” he growled.
My head shook on the bed. “Baby, I—”
He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my h*ps so I was face down but ass up in the bed.
Then his hand cracked against my ass.
Oh God. God, God, God.
Yes.
My h*ps jerked, my ass stung, my body f**king burned.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.
His hand cracked against my ass again.
“Yes,” I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my ass to communicate I wanted more.
He gave it to me.
“Oh my God, Lo,” I moaned.
Another smack.
My head flew back. “Yes.”
Another one.
“God, Lo, yes,” I exclaimed and came, hard, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.
I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.
And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his c**k right to the heart of me.
An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention feeling.
