One Dirty Night

“Fuck,” he growled, his control snapping. “I hate you for this. Hate you for making me lose control.”

He ducked just enough to cup my chin with a wet hot hand and tipped my head back. With his teeth clenched and his cock weeping precum, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip and pushed down. “You want me, Ella? Then open fucking wide.”

I let him hook his thumb over my bottom lip and shove my jaw down.

I let him tower over me.

And I let him rub the crown of his cock all over my lips, painting me in salt and water.

“Fucking hell.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, then pushed his length along my tongue. “Suck me. Drink down my cum like a good little girl.”

I moaned as he fed me every inch he could.

“I’ll never forgive you for this,” he groaned, his voice rumbling with earthquakes and destruction as I closed my lips around his velvety hardness, doing my best not to choke as he pressed against the back of my throat. “Never, do you hear me?”

True tears pricked my eyes, but I sniffed them back and reached for him. I went to squeeze him, but he slapped my hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

Dropping my arm, I looked up the length of his perfect body. Our eyes caught, and just like last night, the harsh unreadability in his gaze fractured until every need, every wicked, monstrous feeling glowed.

And then, shadows overtook him as he embraced the Dominant he always hid from. “Hold on to my ankles. Now.”

My fingers obeyed, locking into place. It arched my spine with my head tilted back, forcing me to lean into him. His skin burned, and the bones and ligaments in his legs jerked beneath my hold.

“Can you breathe?” he asked curtly, feeding me even more of his erection.

I nodded.

“Did you come in here expecting me to change my mind about being with you?”

I narrowed my eyes and didn’t answer.

“Did you come in here wanting me to fuck you?”

I nodded.

His entire body shuddered. His cock rippled on my tongue. “Did you like me fucking you last night?”

I nodded.

“Did you like him fucking you?”

The way he glowered warned me not to reply. In that moment of absolute servitude, a bolt of genuine fear filled me. He looked dangerous and unhinged, ruled by lust and broken by need.

I held his stare and opened as wide as I could.

He bared his teeth as he thrust into me.

“This changes nothing.” He drove his cock past my lips with a sudden fierceness. “This is the last time I’ll put my dick in your mouth. The last time you’ll drink my cum.”

I shivered.

I pressed my thighs together, riding the echoes of need pulsing through my body.

Bending over me, he grabbed two handfuls of my hair and held me ever so tight. “This is the last time you’ll ever see me naked so take a good look, Ella. Feel me as I take you. Get wet for me. Create a puddle on the bathmat for all I care. But don’t expect me to return the favour. I told you where we stood. You know how I feel about relationships. You brought this upon yourself. You came in here with your tits out and pussy begging. You dropped to your goddamn knees and opened your gorgeous, tempting mouth. How am I supposed to have the strength not to take what you’ve so stupidly offered me? How am I supposed to say no when your eyes are begging me to destroy you?”

I gasped as he pushed inside me, holding my head with handfuls of my hair, treating me as nothing more than a vessel to thrust his cock.

“Goddammit.” His eyes narrowed as he watched his length vanishing past my lips. “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth. So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”