Primal Pursuit

He keeps going, working me. His tongue is now back on my clit, sucking, licking, my thighs caught hard underhis arms as he plays with me, urging me on, and it’s too much and yet it’s not enough. I grind down. I need…I need the pressure, the bite of him.

He shoves the plug roughly in and out of me, and I come, crying out as rapture takes me. My whole body spasms, and he doesn’t fucking stop. He’s biting, licking, sucking, dragging me harder against his face as his chin starts to work my pussy, his mouth dedicated to my clit as that plug moves in me.

I try to pull away. I’m too sensitive. I need to pee.

But then everything changes.

I don’t need to pee. It’s something deeper inside me that starts to rock and vibrate and throb. It’s coming from somewhere I don’t understand, and it’s more than a bone-numbing pressure. It’s absolute glorious ecstasy radiating outward, and I grind down, shoving my clit into him as I start to shatter and shake, and soon I’m gone. I’m totally gone.

I’m in the air, in him. The pleasure is an earthquake that takes me, and I squirt. I can’t help it. I can’t stop my shouts or screams or moans. I can’t stop saying his name.

“Davian, I’m coming. Davian. Oh. God. Davian!”

It becomes a litany, a chant, something torn from the fabric of my soul, and I rock hard against him until I slump.

He finally lets go of my thighs, and I ease down over him, straddling his hips, watching as he licks his lips.

“You are the most delicious fucking thing I’ve ever eaten.”

Slowly, I try to move down him, and I lick his face, kissing him. I can’t stop myself. It’s like I need more ofhim even though I can hardly catch my breath. He sinks his fingers into my hair and takes my mouth in a feral and thorough kiss until I’m shaking all over again.

On limbs that don’t belong to me, I try to crawl down and fumble with his belt.

His hand comes down on mine, stopping me. “No.”

“But…don’t you…?”

“Sweet Rabbit. I want nothing more than to fuck you senseless. But you need to get the fuck home.”

It’s a slap across the face—cold and hard. But he pulls me to him, kissing and biting at my throat.

“You’re going to pass the fuck out, and then you’ll kill me in my sleep, because, believe it or not, that wrecked me, too. All of it. You’ve been rewarded.”

He slides out and away from me, and I can see his damn erection, the sight alone causing my sex to clench.

Is this punishment?

Humiliation?

Or is it just him calling it for now?

But as I think all that, light filters in—gray, morning light, and I stare at him.

“Five-thirty a.m. Figure you’ve got a few hours to sleep before work.”

“How—”

I stop as he just looks at me. And he picks up my phone, holds it to my face to unlock it. Then pulls up Uber.

“There’s money by the front door.” He gets up, leaves the bedroom, returns, looks at me, and…it’s just done.

His door’s shut on me.

For tonight.

Because I know there’ll be more rounds. More chances to take him and get what I need.

The shower starts to run, and I ease myself up, find my dress, and pull it on, along with the coat and the humiliation he has tied around my throat. And there’s money, but I don’t fucking touch it.