Beneath the Scars (Masters of the Shadowlands #13)(72)

Pulling out a condom, he opened his jeans and suited up. With his cock touching her entrance, he reset the vibrator to high, then reached around her waist and pressed his palm against the soft plastic device over her clit.

She gasped as the increased vibrations hit.

Yes, now. Slowly, he entered her, past the soft lips of her pussy and into the hot silk of her cunt. Deep enough he felt her stretching around his girth.

She gasped and tried to pull away, tried to straighten up—and was halted by the restraints.

Her body shook with a hard tremor as she realized she couldn’t escape being penetrated—and fuck, he loved the way her pussy clenched around him in response. Yeah, she liked being trapped and taken, probably as much as he loved doing it.

He held in place a moment and ran his hands over her back and shoulders. “I love the way you feel around me, Josie,” he murmured. “Breathe, pet. Because you’re going to take all of me.”

As her panting slowed, he started again, pulling back slightly, then pressing in, moving farther each time. Her warm, soft walls pulsed around him. Time to give her something else to think about. He moved the butterfly vibrator sideways to hit a different area on her clit.

Her whine made him grin. Her buttocks clenched even as her slick cunt gripped his shaft like an oiled fist.

Another inch and his groin pressed against her round buttocks. “All in, baby.”

And she was damn close to coming. Breathing hard, whimpering slightly.

“All right, pet. You’ve been a very good girl.” Inch by inch, he pulled back, savoring the velvet grip her cunt had on his erection. Almost out, he paused—and slammed in, hard.

“Aaaah.” Her back tried to arch, her ass tilted up slightly, and her pussy clamped down on his dick and began to spasm as she climaxed with sobbing gasps. “Oh, oh, oh.”

With one hand, he unsnapped the butterfly, letting it fall loose, as he thrust several times to keep her orgasm going.

And then he slowed to an easy in and out. His cock was so damn hard it was painful, but he wasn’t ready to finish. Nothing in the world compared to the feeling of having her all around him, feeling her soft body under his hands. She was so fucking sweet.

He moved his hand up and set his palm between her dangling breasts. Her heart was still hammering against her rib cage.


Oh, oh, oh, she’d come so hard. Josie could feel her heart slamming within her chest, and she was sucking in air like a runner finishing a marathon. When her knees wobbled, Holt’s left hand under her pelvis held her in place. His cock pressed in, filling her impossibly full, and then he’d slide out ever so slowly. And back in. The thick heat penetrating her made her shudder.

He’d…taken her. Hard. Not asking, not pausing.

And he wasn’t finished, she realized belatedly. Oh, heavens, he hadn’t come when she had.

“You feel fantastic, sweetheart,” he murmured, his speed not increasing. His right hand moved over her stomach, over her mound, and back up.

She gasped as he captured a breast and fondled it firmly. He jostled the clamp on her throbbing nipple, deliberately tugged on it.

Squirming, she tried to get away. She. Couldn’t. Move. She was totally restrained. He could play with her body…and she couldn’t stop him. Couldn’t even see him. The feeling sank deep in her core, even as her excitement increased.

“Mmm,” he murmured, “I love your breasts.”

“You’re a guy. Of course you do.” Her voice came out hoarse.

“Uh-uh, little bartender,” he said reprovingly. His cock slammed into her hard, sending after-orgasm quivers through her. “You’re in no position to be sassy.”

“S-sorry, Sir.” How…how in the world was she getting aroused again? She’d just come. The low moan she couldn’t prevent gave her need away.

“No worries, pet, I’ll fuck some of that sass out of your system.” His low smoky voice wasn’t angry, but…amused.

His fingers slid back over her clit, making her jolt. When he rubbed one side, she wiggled at the exquisite feeling—so very different from a vibrator, so much more exciting because…it was his hand. With a frighteningly knowledgeable touch, he ran a slick finger over the sides, teased the hood, flickered over the very top.

Impossible need clawed into her system. Her hips twisted uncontrollably as a keen rose in her throat.

As his thrusts quickened and deepened, the rhythmic hammering set up shockwaves in her core. The feeling of being taken increased, and then with a quick two-handed movement, he removed the clamps on her nipples.

Blood surged back into the abused peaks with a hot, liquid, throbbing pain, and she yanked at her hands, needing to hold her aching breasts, and couldn’t move.

As if to emphasize her helplessness, he possessed one aching breast in his big hand. His other hand stroked her clit—and his merciless cock never slowed.

Too much. The far-too-knowledgeable torment of her clit. His thick shaft stretching her unbearably full. The fingers tugging her rigid, tender nipples. The sensations multiplied, engulfing her, pushing her to the edge…

She squirmed helplessly in his grip. Restrained, held, taken.

“You’re going nowhere, Josie.”

At his low growl, everything inside her tensed to an excruciating point—then exploded in huge, impossible waves of sensation, one after another. The unbearable pleasure grew and grew with every hard thrust of his shaft.