Page 205 of Breaking Rosalind
His fingertips grazed a sensitive spot deep within me that detonates a series of explosions. Pleasure ripples through my body, making my breath catch. My mind spirals, and I lose myself in the intensity of his touch. All the other bullshit melts away as he sets my insides on fire.
I grab his shoulders, trying to anchor myself, my fingernails digging into his biceps. Water continues cascading down on us both, washing away all traces of the liquid soap.
“Are you coming for me, little pet?”
“Not even close,” I lie through shallow pants.
He grins that super wide grin that used to make my stomach lurch. Now, that look sends heat shooting through my core.
“Are you sure about that?” he asks, his voice dangerous and low. “Because if you’re not satisfied, I can bring out the toys.”
I try to clamp my thighs shut around his hand, but that only encourages him to press harder on that spot until I’m writhing beneath him, trying to stifle my strangled gasps.
Satisfaction flickers across his features as he continues tormenting my sensitive walls. I never knew I was capable of multiple orgasms, but he’s drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I see stars.
“You’re coming at my command like a good little pet,” he murmurs, lips brushing against my ear. “
The second orgasm feels like he’s plugged me into a socket. Pleasure courses through my system with volts of electricity, making my muscles convulse. Every inch of my skin becomes a raw nerve, and even the water hitting my skin feels like molten caresses. The intensity is almost too much to handle, and I fill the room with screams.
What the hell is this man doing to me?
If I don’t take control of him, I’ll end up exactly where he wants me—begging and kneeling at his feet for another hit of pleasure.
Another surge of ecstasy overwhelms my circuits, making the thought fizzle away.
Eventually, the sensations fade, and I finally catch my breath. “My body isn’t a switch you can turn on and off.”
“Want to bet?” His fingers press down on that spot.
My hand whips out, and I grab his cock. “Take your fingers out of my pussy or I’ll rip it out by the root.”
EIGHTY-TWO
CESARE
Rosalind tugs my shaft, jerking me forward with a surprised grunt. I brace the edges of the stone table with both hands, trying not to crush her smaller body. She pumps my cock like it owes her money, her eyes burning with challenge.
Water cascades down on our heads, making her look like a goddess. I would fall on my knees and worship her temple, but she just threatened to tear off my dick.
“Feeling brave, pet?” I growl.
“Stop calling me that.” Her fingers tighten into a grip that has me standing on tiptoes.
“Or what?” I thrust into her clenched fist, pushing back against her control.
This is a dangerous game. I doubt my little assassin has the raw strength to carry out her threat, but she could cause a penile fracture.
“Or edge to the brink of sanity,” she replies.
“I’d like to see you try.”
She sits up, shoving me backward until my hamstrings hit the second bench. Before I can regain my balance, she climbs on top of me. Her limbs wrap around my neck and waist in a death grip that would make a lesser man shoot his load.
No woman has ever taken the reins like this, but I knew Rosalind was special the first time I had to wrestle her into submission. She reaches down, holding my cock steady, and lowers her wet pussy onto my crown.
Her movements are slow, and eyes never leave mine as she takes me in, inch by agonizing inch. My cock swells within her tight, wet heat, needing some precious friction. I grab her hips to guide her movements, but her teeth clamp down on my lip with a sharp sting.
“No. I’m in control.”