Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(74)

I held my breath as his other hand began its descent. Virginia twitched with voracious expectation; she’d waited long enough. He moved tortuously slow ... barely touching me as his fingers traced their way to their throbbing, wet objective. Within the next few moments, he was between my legs seeking entrance to my sex. I squeezed my thighs together, denying him access. Tonight was not going as I’d planned; I wanted this on my terms but he was making that impossible. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I was so hot for him – I could’ve easily had an orgasm at any second.

“Open your legs,” he whispered … the deep, amorous tone of his voice seducing me further.

“No,” I replied.

He yanked my hair … hard. My scalp prickled as the pain radiated. “Open your f*cking legs,” he ordered.

“No,” I repeated.

“You want me to beg for what’s mine. That isn’t going to happen, sweetheart.” He swiftly leaned down grasping my legs and tossed me over his shoulder. His palm came down hard on my ass … repeatedly. Virginia was now in a trance, the white flag dropping as she prepared for a feast.

“What did I just tell you about my expectations?” he demanded, striking my ass again. I bit my lip suppressing a scream; I wouldn’t give him the pleasure. If he was hoping to spank me into submission, I would have a very sore ass by the time this was over.

He had smacked my ass ten times at least. After the first few, I lost count – my focus on the pain. He pulled me from his shoulders and lowered me to the floor. He was rough – pushing my legs apart and ramming two fingers inside me. I gasped as he began thrusting and lowered himself for a face-to-face with Virginia. His mouth was on my clit sucking hard as he slid a third finger inside me. I clutched the back of his head forcing it closer to my wanting, aching, throbbing need for him.

I could feel my orgasm building. I came hard as he continued to expel his torment on my clit. He pulled his fingers out of me and like a tiger who was about to ravish his prey, he moved slowly over me, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached for my mouth and forced it open. He slipped his fingers inside, rolling his fingers over my tongue making me taste myself.

He quickly stood and removed his pants and his boxers. He was back on the floor within seconds, turning my face toward his cock. He rubbed his heavy cock all over my face before slapping it hard against my lips. I forced my thighs as tightly together as was possible to thwart Virginia’s intense throbs.

He trailed his fingers along my lips. “Suck my cock, make me cum.”

I didn’t have a chance to reply to his demand before he forced his over-sized shaft into my mouth, hurriedly moving it back and forth. I gagged, struggling to take him in; the more I gagged the harder he f*cked my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved closer, rubbing his balls across my lips, I greedily licked them before taking them into my mouth. He slid back and returned his dick to my mouth, f*cking it just as hard as before. His hard pushes into my mouth were relentless; I was gasping for air. I attempted to back away but he clutched tighter ... demanding that I suck his big dick.

“Ahhh. Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he grunted. I prepared myself to swallow his thick treat. I felt the pulsing of his hardness and just before he exploded, he took it out of my mouth and spurted the hot thick drops all over my face.

I gasped; I wasn’t prepared for that. He rubbed his essence all over my face with the head of his cock and then slid it into my mouth. He was still hard. I lapped at his cock like a starved woman, hoping to milk every bit of him. He pulled me up and removed my shirt. He used it to wipe his cum from my face and tossed it on the floor.

He turned me so that I was lying on my stomach. He straddled me, placing his knee between my thighs spreading them far apart. I felt the head of his cock on my swollen lips. He was inside me within the next second.

“Fuck!” I screamed. It was the first time I’d uttered a word since he’d started in on me.

“So that’s what it takes to get you to say something?” he asked, plunging deeper into me. I screamed repeatedly as he pounded my aching *, making me feel every inch of him. Each hard thrust pushing my body forward.

“Don’t ever expect me to beg for what’s mine,” he said, gruffly, slapping my ass as he slammed into me.

“Ahh,” I cried out.

He pulled me up so that I was on my knees, his hands firmly grasping my hips as he repeatedly plowed into my aching core. “This * is mine,” he grunted, as he pumped harder. I could feel the hardness of his cock intensify. He was about to explode. “Fuck,” he growled, as he spurted inside me. He pulled out and I felt the large drops of his cum plopping on my cheeks. He made a mess all over me – smearing his cum all over my ass. I was so horny and needy for him. I wanted more. I needed more. I began frantically rubbing my clit ... begging him to f*ck me again.

He shoved his dick into my soaking depths, the fullness surrounding me. Fuck. He was so very rough and it felt so f*cking good. I needed this. I would beg for this. I wanted him to f*ck me until he couldn’t f*ck anymore. The raw, uninhibited, stabbing lust he delivered with each forceful drive into me was pushing me further and further to that dark place in my psyche as my intense desire for him pulled my orgasm to the surface. It tore through my body like a hot dark storm washing over me with crushing waves.

“There you go baby,” he said, as I screamed aloud, the orgasm possessing me.