Shameless

5

The bedroom door opened less than two minutes after Courtney closed it behind her, Ian stepping into the room and closing it with a barely leashed control that had shivers chasing up her spine.

“Are you wanting me to rape you, Courtney?” He leaned against the panel, crossing his arms over his torn shirt as he watched her with blazing eyes. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you better than to tease a man in such a fashion?”

She lifted her shoulder negligently as she pulled the snug top from her body and tossed it to the wide chest at the end of her bed.

Soft light spilled from the bedside lamps, emphasizing the heavy dark furniture and the brooding expression of the man watching her.

“I won’t lie to you.” She released the button to her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she stepped from her shoes. “I didn’t come here to fuck you, Ian. I came here to belong to you. There’s a difference. I’m not one of your submissive little one-night stands.”

His eyes flared, darkened to a midnight blue as his expression became savage, intense. There was hunger there, more hunger than Courtney had ever seen reflected in a man’s face. But there was also denial, wariness.

“Then you shouldn’t push your way into my bed,” he snapped. “There’s only one type of woman who joins me there, Courtney. It’s not tender little innocents with stars in their eyes.”

She pushed back the flare of pain his statement brought.

She knew better of course. Oh, not that that wasn’t exactly the type of woman he used. But he wanted more. She had seen it in his eyes as his cock sank to her throat. She had watched the emotions raging there, and knew that he hid from himself as well as her.

“Keep your bed, Ian.” She pretended to be unaware of the lust blazing from his eyes as she walked, nearly naked now, to the chest of drawers and pulled a short, midnight silk gown from the top drawer. “I am not a one-night stand, in any man’s bed. Especially yours.” She pulled the gown over her head, shimmying out of her thong panties as the hem fell over her hips.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the temperature in the room shot up by several degrees. She could feel the heat moving in the air around her, caressing the sensitive nerve endings still rioting from Ian’s touch.

“You knew when you began this harebrained campaign what you were getting into, Courtney,” he snapped. “You know me, perhaps better than most…”

“Better than anyone,” she injected coolly, facing him squarely now. “Don’t fool yourself, Ian. I know you too well. And this is why you’re terrified of taking me into your bed. You know I’ll not be a one-night stand. Once you have me, you’ll only want more.”

“You’re not exactly potato chips, Court,” he grunted, his lips tilting mockingly.

“For you, I’ll be a drug.” She lowered her voice, struggling to control her breathing, the harsh beat of her heart. “One you’ll only become more addicted to each time you experience it. Because that’s what you are to me, Ian. A drug. Addictive. I can’t get you out of my mind, nor my heart…”

“It’s a crush, Courtney,” he whispered gently then, moving across the room slowly, his expression so tender it made her want to weep. “An immature obsession.”

There it was. In the only way he could allow himself to feel anything for her. As though she were a child in need of a pat on the head.

“Oh, get over yourself, Ian.” She tried to whirl away from him. She couldn’t allow him to touch her, not now, not while he was trying to convince himself she was still a child. “I’ve never had a crush on you…”

“You’ve always had a crush on me.” The confidence in his voice raked over her patience. “When you were sixteen, you watched me as though I were a god.”

“When I was sixteen, I would sneak into the closet of your bedroom and watch you and my bodyguard fuck my maid,” she informed him blithely. “I’ve done this for the past several years, Ian. I’m tired of watching.”

He hid his shock well. He merely stared back at her, unblinking, his eyes nearly black as hunger flared within them.

“You watched?”

“Oh yes, indeed I did,” she assured him. “And each time I watched your cock pleasuring another woman I knew what I wanted. Who I wanted. I’m not a fool. And I’m not too homely to attract enough attention to keep my bed filled if this is what I want. I didn’t have to come to you. I could have stayed in England and fucked until hell froze over. But I came here, to you.”

His jaw clenched.

“You’re a fool, Courtney.”

“And I agree with you, wholeheartedly,” she bit out, moving across the room before turning back to face him. “I should just pack my bags and head home. I’m certain I could get fucked just easily there as I can in your bed. Hell, easier. And with just as little emotion.”

He pushed his fingers roughly through his thick hair, glaring back at her.

“You’re pushing me, baby. So help me, you are. And God knows I don’t want to hurt you.”

But he was excited. She could see it in his eyes, in the bulge of his pants. He was so excited by the thought of taking her, taming her, that he could barely control it.

She had lost control months, years before.

“Are you certain you don’t feel a need to hurt me, Ian?” she asked him then.

“I feel a need to spank your ass until it glows,” he finally growled, his hands fisting as he pushed them into the pockets of his slacks.

She let her eyelids lower, let her own hunger flow from her as the ass in question began to tingle.

“Spank me,” she whispered then. “I bet you’ve imagined it, Ian. Putting me over your knee, and spanking my bare ass as I beg you prettily not to. Shall I call you Uncle Ian as I do so? Have you ever imagined that? Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank me.”

She was tempting him, taunting him, and she knew it. She could possibly be pushing him past a boundary that she was perhaps not ready for quite yet. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

A firestorm erupted in his body, through his senses.

Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank me.

The words should have disgusted him. But they turned him on, made his lust burn higher, hotter than ever before. He could feel his cock pressing against his slacks, fighting for freedom as his gaze locked on her all too innocent expression. Sweet, pure, her face, her eyes, reflected the wonder of a fucking teenager. But that was not the body of a teenager. The full, swollen breasts, their hard tips pressing against the dark blue silk, pleading for his touch. That was a woman’s body. A woman’s response.

A woman who liked to play very dangerous games.

He moved toward her. A step. Two.

But the innocence was still there.

God help them both if she was a virgin.

“You want to play games, sweetheart.” He kept his voice low, just barely affectionate.

“I like playing games, Uncle Ian.” She blinked innocently as she licked her lips in anticipation. “Are you going to teach me some new ones?”

He reached out, smoothing her hair back behind her shoulders.

“Such long, pretty hair,” he whispered, rubbing the strands between his fingers and luxuriating in its silken texture before he gripped a thick swath, holding it in his fist as he pulled her head back slowly.

She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling sharply as her dark eyes began to daze. A flush brightened her cheeks as her lips parted almost pleadingly, her eyelids lowering with drowsy sensuality.

He lowered his head, tasting the honey sweetness of those lips. They parted further for him, a whispered moan breathed against his as he caught her lower lip, licking at it sensually.

“Such a bad girl,” he whispered against the curves, watching her eyes closer, the dilation of her pupils, the sensual, sexual greed that filled them.

But she was on overload. He could see it in her eyes, her response, hear it in the breathy little cries that left her lips. She thought herself so adept at hiding how innocent she truly was, that he would never know the difference. But he knew. And it broke his heart.

“I could be.” She smiled as she answered, her hands braced against his abdomen, her fingers curling into the warmth she found there. “I can be a very bad girl if you want me to be, Ian.”

Want? That was a rather mild term for what he was feeling right now.

He could feel his balls knotting with overwhelming need, his cock throbbing, engorged with a hunger that swept through every portion of his body. Before he could consider his own actions, before she had time to protest, he used the grip he had on her hair to hold her to him as he turned her quickly around, pushing her last few steps to the wall, pressing her against it.

Her gasping little moan was nearly his undoing. Her response to him, uninhibited without the usual rituals of weakening a woman’s defenses, was addictive. She was pliant, her responses unplanned, unrehearsed. Her pleasure, no matter how he touched her, astounded him.

He smoothed his hand over her buttock, feeling the muscles clench in response. She was naked beneath the dark silk and he knew it, knew it and wanted nothing more than to taste it, to drown himself in her response.

The silk moved along her flesh, creating a cool barrier between his hand and her flesh as he smoothed his fingers over her buttocks. Reaching the hem, he began to lift it slowly, his head lowering until his lips rested against her ear.

“How wet are you, Courtney?” He nearly flinched at the rough, ragged sound of his own voice. “How much does the thought of learning my games turn you on?”

He pressed his fingers between her thighs, groaning at the hot, slick dampness he found there. There were no shielding curls surrounding the swollen flesh. Only the blistering sweet juices coating sensitive folds.

She jerked in his arms as his fingers circled the small entrance to her pussy. The wet heat scorched his fingers as he gathered it around them, sliding back, his touch light, teasing as he then circled the tight, closed entrance to her anus.

“Are you a virgin here, Courtney?” He shuddered himself at the thought. “This virginity I could easily take.”

She was panting, mewling cries exiting her throat as he pressed against the flexing muscles.

“Talk to me, Courtney,” he crooned at her ear as he worked his fingertip into the ultra-hot entrance. “Do you feel how tight you are there, baby? How hot? Imagine how my dick is going to feel, pressing into it, filling it.”

She had never been taken there. He could sense it, feel it. The opening rippled around his fingertip like the flutter of tiny birds’ wings. She had no idea how to relax, how to open for him.

He grimaced tightly. She would scream when he took her there. Her head would fall back, her eyes would widen, daze, and she would beg. Beg because the pleasure and the pain would fight for supremacy and send her hurling through sensations she could never imagine otherwise.

He wanted to be the man to give her that adventure. To watch as the ultimate trust was extended to him. In exchange, he would begin giving her the ultimate in pleasure.

It was going to happen. He could feel it pulsing in his veins, throbbing in his cock. There was no way to keep her out of his bed. No way in hell he could keep his hands off her now. If he wasn’t very, very careful, she could become the ultimate addiction.

“Tease.” Her gasping accusation had a smile tugging at his lips as he moved his hand back, allowing his fingers to slide in the soft warmth of her juices beyond.

“I’ve been accused of many things,” he mused as he rubbed at the small opening to her pussy, feeling the silken heat of her juices trickle from it. “But never teasing…”

He pushed the teasing, taunting finger deep inside her in one smooth thrust. Instantly, fiery damp heat enveloped his finger as tight muscles clenched around the digit. She was incredibly, overwhelmingly tight, spasming around his finger until he could feel every ripple, every fluttering response in the velvety heat of her cunt embracing him.

Gasping cries poured from her throat as she arched, legs tightening, back bowing as he felt the cream of her response soak his finger before running along his palm.

“Do you like that, baby?” He nibbled at her neck as she shuddered against him. “Damn you’re tight, Courtney. So tight, it might take all night to work my cock inside you.”

The thought of it, of being held so snug, so heatedly inside her soft pussy was making him mad with hunger. Heat poured from her vagina, coalescing into a vivid humidity filled with the scent of her arousal.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he whispered at her ear, feeling the spasms of response to his words shudder through her cunt. “I’m going to push my cock so deep inside you, you’ll wonder if you’ll ever be free of me.”

“I don’t want to be free…” Her gasping cries were nearly his undoing. “God, Ian. Please do it again.”

His arm curled around her waist, holding her steady as his fingertip found the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves high in the back of her pussy. He stroked it gently, gritting his teeth as tremors of sensation began to rack her slender body. Her pussy clenched around his finger, her hips jerking against him as she tightened to near breaking point against him.

He could feel the desperation rising within her.

She was dying to climax.

He could feel it, hear it in the pleading sounds now filling the air around them.

“Ian, I’m begging you…” she cried out then, panting for air, fighting for release. “Please, Ian, let me come, I’ve waited too long to come…”

He stilled, ignoring her frantic cries as her hips bucked against his.

“You’ve never come?” He closed his eyes in defeat, fighting the suspicion, the knowledge that he might not have her virginity, but he would have her innocence all the same.

“Never.” Her cry was one of desperation. “And if you don’t finish this, Ian, so help me, I just might kill you.”

She was so close. Courtney could feel the building tension in her pussy, the tightening of her womb, the tingles of electric pleasure moving up her spine as Ian continued to stroke and torment that secret place inside her cunt that she had no hope of reaching herself.

She had read about it. But had never been able to find just the right spot, with just the right touch to induce the levels of sensation Ian was building within her.

Her nails clawed at the wall as she felt his fingertip caress the sensitive area, felt the desperate, raging hunger rising higher than it ever had before. Perspiration built between her breasts, along her brow. She could feel a million different sensations racing just beneath her flesh, fueling her pleasure as the blood raced through her veins.

She could feel Ian behind her, solid, muscular, the heat of his body searing into her back as his hand parted her thighs, his finger parted the muscles of her pussy.

“More, Ian.” She couldn’t contain the wild gasp that escaped her lips. “Please more.”

She moved against his hand, lifting herself on tiptoes before lowering again, creating the barest amount of friction against the clenching muscles gripping his finger as it invaded her cunt.

“Easy, baby,” he crooned at her ear, his voice dark, velvety rough. “Just let it feel good for now. Let it build, Courtney.”

She whimpered at the gentleness in his voice. It wasn’t his gentleness she needed. Never that.

“Are you going to spank me now, Uncle Ian?” She could barely focus enough to speak. “I’ve been very naughty.”

He tightened behind her, his breathing growing heavier at her ear.

“Don’t tempt me, little girl,” he growled as the arm loosened around her stomach to allow his hand to move to the curve of one swollen breast.

Her nipple ached, it was so hard and tight.

“Do I tempt you?” Her back arched as he cupped the supple weight of her breast, his fingers unerringly finding the thrusting tip.

“You tempt me,” he admitted roughly. “Too much.”

His fingers tightened on her nipple, pulling at the tender tip as his finger moved slowly within her pussy. The tiny bit of friction had the blood racing through her system, her juices rushing from her cunt as she clenched on his finger, fighting for release.

Finally. After years of useless, hopeless masturbation, erotic dreams, and a hunger that had nearly drove her crazy. Finally, she was within sight of a measure of satisfaction. Nothing else mattered now. Only the climax, the release and Ian’s touch.

He chuckled in amusement, his voice low as he whispered, “Do you think it’s going to be that easy.”

Before she could stop him, before she could do more than cry out in longing, his finger moved from her inner core, his hand raising as he pulled her back against his chest and slid the syrup-laden finger over her lower lip.

She tasted herself as pleasure punched her womb, stealing her breath.

She licked at his retreating finger, her tongue swiping over her lip as he groaned, a low, hungry sound, at her ear.

“Now there’s a good girl,” he whispered in approval as he moved her back.

The world tilted around her. Her hands reached out as he turned her quickly, pulling her over his lap as he sat on the mattress of the bed and pushed her gown over her hips before lifting it free of her body.

His hand landed on her rear.

There was no warning. No asking permission. Just a blazing sudden heat that had her writhing across his legs.

“Stay still.” His hand landed again, causing her rear to flex in response.

Heat surged through her ass to her pussy. She could feel the dampness trickling to her thighs as she heard the bedside table open.

She bit her lip, knowing what he would find there. The tube of lubrication. The butt plug she had never found the opportunity or the courage to actually use. Why suffer more than she had already? If her fingers thrusting into her own pussy did nothing to relieve the horrible hunger, how would a plug up her ass bring her any more satisfaction?

“Ah, you are a naughty little girl, aren’t you, Courtney?”

She felt him moving, heard the cap to the tube flip open.

“These come with such wondrous little inventions,” he crooned as one hand parted the cheeks of her rear. “Don’t you just love the little insertion tubes? This way, I just pierce your little ass with it…” She felt like screaming at the sensation of the cool penetration inside her rear. “And squeeze…”

The lubrication filled her rectum, sizzling inside her as she conjured images of what was to come.

“This way, working that butt plug up your little ass is going to be so much more fun. No preparation, Courtney. No easing those tight muscles. This way, you deal with the pain as well as the pleasure as I work it inside you. And that’s nothing compared to what’s coming as it inflates.”

His hand landed on her ass again.

Courtney twisted in his grip, crying out at the incredible, mind-numbing sensations the spanking incited within her body.

She was depraved, she knew. She had accepted that long ago.

The feel of his hand landing on her ass, knowing it was Ian, imagining the look on his face, the narrow-eyed steely determination and fierce eroticism she had glimpsed there when he had performed these acts as she secretly watched.

Now he was touching her.

Spanking her.

The erotic slaps were destroying her senses as her bottom began to burn in tandem with the burning ache deep inside her cunt. With each little slap the electric heat whipped through her ass, to her pussy, to her clit. The swollen bud began to tingle, to ripple with sensation as she tightened, feeling the oddest pleasure, a deep building tension tightening it further…

“Not yet…” His hand lifted, the pressure easing as he gave the firm order.

“Damn you, Ian. This isn’t fair,” she cried out, attempting to rise from his lap, to push him to the bed and force him to ease the painful ache churning in her pussy.

“I said stay still.” His voice hardened, sending a shiver of trepidation down her spine as his hand landed again, a bit harder, definitely in warning, on her heated rear.

She stilled.

“Ian…” She felt the tip of the plug, the low vibrating caress from the tip as it was placed at the entrance to her ass.

“This toy was created for a reason, baby,” he assured her, his voice becoming sensual, crooning, erotic. She could almost orgasm to his voice alone. “It’s made to penetrate and insert easily…” He suited action to words.

The slender, tapered device began to penetrate the untried entrance, stretching the nerve-laden tissue with a burning bite more erotic than the light spanking she had received moments before.

He worked the plug easily inside her as she bucked in his hold, unable to stay still, the pleasure ripping through her with such destructive results that she was certain she must be dreaming of his touch rather than actually feeling it.

And she knew there was much more to come.

The plug was unique, hard to find and bought because of its design. Tapered, slender, it was made to insert easily. A small pump then attached to the base of the plug to inflate it within the anus, to stretch it slowly.

“Damn, this is pretty.” His voice was raspy as she whimpered in excruciating pleasure. “Watching your pretty ass part for the plug, knowing your soft little cries are about to become screams of pleasure…”

The first cry escaped her lips as the length slid fully inside her, the base anchoring tight at the entrance.

“You took it so easily,” he praised her heatedly. “You’re such a bad little girl, Courtney.”

His hand landed on her ass again in a light smack.

The vibrating caress inside her ass, the feel of his hand burning her flesh was nearly too much.

“Ian, sweet God, you’re killing me.” Her ass clenched around the buzzing little toy, feeling the harsh pleasure of the light spanking, the waves of sexual intensity and building hunger beginning to overwhelm her senses.

“Not yet…” He was breathing roughly, she could hear it in his voice as she felt him attaching the small pump to the slender air-line at the base of the plug.

She felt the slow increasing fullness inside her rectum, the stretching of virgin muscles, the fiery bite of pleasure blending pain that sent ever-increasing strikes of electric-laden sensation spearing through her nerve endings.

She could feel her juices flowing from her pussy, wetting the folds of her cunt further, slickening her thighs and making her clit pound with the need for relief. And still, the fullness increased. The fiery sensations built, blooming in her ass and spreading out as nerve endings began to transmit the pleasure-pain through the rest of her body.

“Easy, baby,” Ian crooned as Courtney realized she was twisting in his lap, attempting to lift her rear closer, to force him to complete the agonizingly slow adjustments of the width growing within her.

“Ian, I don’t think I can stand it…” she gasped, her voice strangled as tears filled her eyes. “Please, Ian. Let me come. I can’t bear it.”

Her clit was tortured. The mass of nerve endings felt like an open wound, the intense ache went so deep. Her pussy wept in hunger, her womb clenching with spasmodic tremors as he pushed her to the very edge of her sanity, and refused to let her fly over the precipice.

“You’re perfect, Courtney, do you know that?” he whispered, his voice dark, deep as the plug swelled further. “Few women enjoy the inflatable plugs, or the constant burn it produces.”

And it did burn.

She craved more, but the swelling stopped, leaving her suspended, filled, too close to the edge of bliss to bear the pain of it.

“But even more.” He lifted her, turning her until she tumbled to the bed, staring up at him in dazed desperation as he began to undress. “Even more is how tight it’s going to make your pussy. It’s going to take me all damned night just to work my cock inside you, you’ll be so fucking tight, baby. And then we’ll see how naughty you can really get.”

He shed his shirt from his shoulders as the words finally penetrated her brain. He had no idea just how naughty she could be.

Her hands moved then, cupping her breasts, her fingers pulling at her torturously tight nipples as his hands moved to the waistband of his slacks.

Moaning helplessly at the pleasure, she let her fingers trail down her stomach, her abdomen, finally allowing them to slide through the glaze of moisture that filled the narrow slit as he stripped the material from his legs.

His cock stood out from his body, angry, throbbing in need, the thick head glistening with moisture as she parted the lips of her pussy for him. Her legs bent, spreading for him as she lifted her hips to allow her fingers to pierce her cunt.

Ian’s hand fell to his cock, his fingers wrapping around it, stroking it as he watched her. The expression on his face was pure hunger. His eyes were wild, glittering in his flushed face as she pushed her fingers slowly inside the ultra-tight entrance.

She could feel the degree to which the plug had made the channel even tighter than before. She jerked at the feel of her own fingers penetrating her pussy, moaning at the incredible pleasure as they stroked over the sensitive tissue. With each penetration of her fingers, Ian’s eyes darkened, his gaze intensifying, becoming wilder as she fucked herself closer to orgasm than she had ever gone before.

“Enough.” He knelt on the bed, his fingers catching her wrist as she felt the fire blooming in the pit of her stomach.

She was so close.

Too close to be stopped.

But he was as well. She could see it, sense it. His expression was tight with lust, a fire raging in his gaze that burned her, exhilarated her. She could feel the heat burning in him, raging. A heat she had never seen in his face when she spied upon him at her father’s estate. He had always been calm. Cool. In control. He had directed the sexual situations, reveled in that, but controlled them. She had never seen him burn as he was burning now.

That control was quickly disintegrating.

“No, Ian, damn you. I’m too close…” She jerked against his hold, fighting to return her fingers to the aching, desperate flesh of her pussy.

“Yes, you are,” he whispered, coming over her, catching her wrists in his hands and anchoring them over her head as she struggled against him. “You’re so close, Courtney, so wet and hot. And so fucking tight you’re going to scream when my cock sinks inside you.”

She shuddered at the roughness of his voice, fighting to breathe, to maintain a semblance of sanity as she felt his legs part hers further as he came over her. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he transferred her wrists to one hand, the other lowering to her hip.

“Is this what you want, Courtney?” His lips touched hers, his eyes stared into hers.

The intense blue of his gaze was nearly a shock this close up. They were brilliant, blazing with lust, with the struggle to maintain his control.

The head of his cock parted the soaked folds of her cunt, lodging at the entrance to her weeping pussy. Breathing in deeply, Courtney struggled against the pleasure that demanded her submission, demanded she give in to him, that she no longer tease, no longer tempt. But she knew Ian. And she knew this first battle in the war they were waging against each other, could well decide the future she was fighting so hard for.

“I want you,” she whispered. “All of you, Ian.” Her tongue licked over his lips, as her hips lifted closer, feeling the head of his cock begin to stretch her.

“All of me?” He smiled, the curve of his lips tight with the effort to maintain his control. “Let’s see how much you can take, baby. Then we’ll see if you want it all.”

His hips flexed.

The buzzing in her anus was driving her crazy, but the slow, rhythmic press and retreat of his cock into the entrance of her pussy began to replace the burning pleasure in her ass.

She cried out his name, gasping, nearly incoherent with the sensations as she felt him slowly making his way inside her. The anal plug filled her, Ian overfilled her. Retreat and thrust, retreat and thrust, stretching her as her cries turned to screams, her pleas to wordless, incoherent gasps as the pleasure and pain combined. Teasing. Taunting. Each stroke went deeper inside her, fueling the already flaming pulses of hunger erupting inside her.

She could feel every inch of his heavily veined cock invading her pussy as her fists curled, her wrists still locked in his as a heavy sheen of sweat covered his face, his chest. His breath was sawing in and out of his chest, the fight for control apparent in the baring of his teeth.

“You feel so good, Ian,” she whispered against his lips, her fingers curling against his hold in her need to touch him. “So hot and hard. Like heated steel.” She lifted against him, a moan rippling from her chest at the caress of his cock, barely penetrating her. “Take me, Ian. Take all of me.”

His eyes narrowed. They blazed.

“When I watched you,” she panted in excitement. “With my maids. I would watch you take them, so slow, so easy, as they screamed beneath you. And I heard you…” She saved her closest secret for the most important battle. “I heard you cry my name as you fucked them.”

He jerked against her. Fury flared in his eyes, his muscles tightening with his anger, his lust, as he stared back at her. His hips flexed, his cock forcing inside her with a hard, sharp thrust, burying him in another scant inch before his control reasserted itself. Barely.

She smiled slowly.

“I dare you to fuck me,” she taunted him then, gasping at the sensations tearing through her.

“I swear to God, I’m going to gag you.” He retreated, pushed back, but the tension was growing. The threads of his control unraveling.

She licked her lips, tightened the muscles of her vagina and moaned in nearing rapture.

“Gag me,” she cried hoarsely. “Let me scream, Ian. I need to scream for you. God, please, I’m fucking dying for you.”

Her head thrashed as he retreated again before moving back, forcing more of the straining width of his erection inside her. His expression was tight, savage, his breathing harsh as perspiration dripped from his brow and a savage grimace tightened his lips.

“More…” She could barely form the words. “So close…Ian… Please. Let me come. Let me finally come…”

“No, damn you…” His voice was rife with tortured hunger.

“Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard. Make me scream for you… Just for you…”

His head lowered to her neck, a curse ripping from his throat as he suddenly surged inside her. Hard. Deep. Filling every portion of her pussy as the control he prided himself so deeply on, broke.

Nothing could have prepared Courtney for what was to come.

His hips began to move with a powerful flex of his muscles as he began to fuck her, shafting inside the tender channel with strokes that parted, stretched and burned the delicate tissue of her cunt.

His hold on her was tight, his hand gripping her hip, the other leaving her wrists to burrow in her hair, pulling at it, kneading her scalp with exciting tingles of sensation as she felt his cock thrusting strong and deep, rasping the delicate tissue already tormented by the vibration of the plug in her ass.

The dual sensations were hedonistic. The most sensual experience she could have imagined.

“Lift your legs. Wrap them around me.” His hand slid to her thigh as she obeyed the hoarse direction.

His cock went deeper, her pussy became tighter.

She chanted his name as her arms curled around his neck and she hung on for dear life. With each hard thrust into the clenching channel, he sent a wildfire of pleasure-pain coursing through her body as she arched to him.

“God, yes,” she moaned, nearly insane with the sensations pouring through her senses. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me harder.”

Each stroke, though hard and deep, was measured, controlled. She had thought she had stripped him of his restraint, but it was still there, he was still torturing her, tormenting her with the orgasm that pulsed just out of reach.

“My game,” he growled as his lips moved to her neck, his teeth scraping, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “My way, Courtney.”

He surged to his knees, pulling her legs further, gripping them, spreading them as his gaze went to the center of her body.

“Look,” he commanded her roughly. “Watch as I fuck you, baby. See how tight and wet your sweet pussy is.”

Dazed, consumed with need, her gaze dropped along her body as she cried out at the eroticism of what she saw. Her hips were elevated by the position of her legs, the glistening bare flesh of her cunt in full view as his cock slowly retreated.

The dark, bulging flesh gleamed with a thick coat of her juices as the moist sound of his retreat echoed around her. Then he was sliding in again. Slowly. So very slowly.

“Feel it, Courtney,” he snarled then. “How tight your cunt is. My cock is filling you, stretching you. Does it burn, baby?”

She screamed at the pleasure-pain, her hands clenching in the sheets as she bucked against him.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart,” he growled as he retreated again. A second later he thrust into her, hard, fast.

“Yes!” She screamed her answer. “More.”

“More, baby?” The abrupt stretching, the sensation of being overfilled, the rasp of his heavily veined cock over nerve endings so sensitized they were nearly painful, was stealing her mind.

Every cell of her body pulsed in the need for orgasm.

“More.” She arched as he surged inside her again, before crying out brokenly as he retreated.

“I can give you more, baby,” he crooned, his voice harsh as he slammed inside her again.

The blend of pleasure and pain increased, wrapping around her, blending together in a force that sent the tension building in her womb, her clit, her aching pussy, to an explosion that had her screaming his name, wailing her pleasure. The muscles of her pussy tightened further, the strokes of his cock creating greater friction, sending another powerful blinding orgasm ripping through her.

She bucked beneath him, shuddering, violent tremors of release echoing through her nervous system as she felt him tense above her, a muttered oath escaping his lips as the sudden, fiery blasts of his semen began to spurt into the rippling depths of her pussy.

Satiation slowly began to fill her as Ian collapsed over her, breathing harshly, his cock still trapped snugly within her. The harsh, shuddering effects of her release began to ease, and languor began to overtake her.

“I knew you could make me come,” she whispered drowsily as he slowly pulled from her and collapsed on the bed beside her.

Her eyes opened drowsily, a smile tugging at her lips as he turned her to her side, his fingers releasing the inflation of the plug still filling her rear and disengaging the vibration before tugging it easily from her tender rear.

“Sleep now,” he whispered as he rose from the bed, staring down at her, his eyes no longer wild, no longer filled with the raging hunger, but still gleaming with lust. “While you can.”

She watched as he moved to the bathroom, listened as water ran. Minutes later he returned, returned the toy to its drawer and thankfully, moved back to the bed beside her.

Cuddling against him, she let sleep take her. Finally.