Page 41 of It Destroys Me

His eyes closed as he released a satisfied moan. He always enjoyed me like it was the first time, like he’d finally claimed me after several dinners and late-night conversations. His fingers dug hard into my skin as he gripped my ass, a hot metal pipe inside me. The tint moved into his skin, the desire in his eyes, a man unafraid to show how much he wanted a woman. He sank into the couch as his thumbs moved across my stomach, squeezing my petite frame like he wanted to watch me break.

I stopped when it started to hurt as his big dick rammed me too far. I had the sudden thought of being pregnant with his child, my stomach enormous because it was a big, healthy baby. With my legs spread, I pushed for hours to give birth to his son, a boy who would grow up to be immense just like his father.

I blinked, and the vision disappeared.

His muscular arms hooked under my thighs, and he helped me rise up his dick before lowering back down, moving his arms like he was doing bicep curls with weights. It seemed effortless on his part because his focus on my eyes hadn’t changed. “Fuck, this pussy is better than scotch.” He helped me rise and fall, doing most of the work as if he knew I would tire easily on my own. I didn’t do lunges or squats. Didn’t do weights. I had the stamina to run on a treadmill, but I didn’t have the muscular strength to do anything more intense…like this.

My hands were planted on his chest near his shoulders, and I used his body as the anchor to help me move, to carry my own weight so he wouldn’t have to do it all. He was the one always on top, the one doing all the fucking while I lay there and enjoyed it. It was his turn to get fucked.

“Take off your top.”

I was still in the blouse I’d worn to work, a button-down. I unbuttoned the top few buttons to get it loose enough to pull over my head. A black bra was on underneath, and I snapped open the clasp and let it fall. My tits immediately hardened once the warm fabric was gone and I was bare to the air.

He stared at my tits like he’d never seen them before. “That’s better.” He lifted me up and down at a greater pace, pulling my pussy over his hard dick over and over, the sounds of our slick bodies as loud as clapping hands. “Much better.”

I ended up on my back in his bed, his arms pinned behind my knees as he rocked into me with regular, even strokes. He was a tattooed god on top of me, bulging muscle underneath beautiful skin, and he seemed to be the one honored that he got to fuck me—when it was the other way around.

His dark eyes were locked on mine as he worked, as he thrust, as he made me feel good like it was his job.

Bolton had been good in bed, but he’d never been this dedicated to my needs. Theo knew he had me wrapped around his finger, but he was still enthusiastic about my pleasure, like getting me off was what got him off. Sometimes making me cry from too much dick got him off too, but it depended on his mood.

I felt my body tighten around his length as the explosion hit without warning. Sometimes, I could feel it approach like the sunrise over the horizon, and other times, it hit me like a train without brakes.

“Come all over my dick, sweetheart.”

My nails clawed into his skin as my thighs widened farther, the moans mixing with the little cries in the back of my throat.

When he felt my legs droop in his arms, he scooted a little farther to pin me back more and ram me with his humongous dick. He gave me his hard thrusts, unable to stop when he watched and listened to me come. He gave me all of it even when it hurt, and no amount of pain could diminish how good it felt.

I came as hard as he did, tears squeezing from the corners of my eyes, stuffed full of a dick that wouldn’t fit. My nails clawed at his forearms as I convulsed in his arms, a hurricane of pleasure ripping through my body and destroying it in the process.

He slowly came down with me, his dick gradually softening inside me, his dark eyes turning gentle rather than lethal. He gently withdrew himself and stared at the flood of come that seeped out after his exit. He had a subtle look of possessiveness before he rolled over onto his back and lay there.

I winced as I felt the stiffness in my spine and legs when I dropped my legs and let my body unfold from the pretzel shape he had bent me into. My body was exhausted like I’d done something strenuous, when I’d only lain there and gotten fucked by a six-and-a-half-foot dark god. Even when his come leaked from my entrance, I lay there because I didn’t want to move. I wanted to lie in that bed forever.

After a couple moments of silence, he left the bed and walked into the bathroom. The water from the shower was audible a moment later. He usually showered before bed, so it was his nighttime routine.

I finally found the strength to go into the bathroom and clean up, feeling the ache between my legs like I did every night. I stopped to look at him in the shower before I walked out without washing off my makeup. I would do that in my bathroom down the hall.

I returned to the sitting room and gathered my clothes that had been scattered on the other couch and the floor. I didn’t want to get dressed just to walk down the hallway, and I assumed it was unlikely I would bump into his butler on the way, so I balled up the clothes in one arm and held my heels in the other.

He stepped into the room buck naked, his hair slightly damp after the towel-dry. He eyed my pile of clothes before he looked me in the eye. “What are you doing?”

“It’s late.” Even if he wanted another round, my body was done for the night. Needed to head to the garage for repairs.

He cocked his head slightly as if he didn’t understand what I’d said. Then he approached me, his tall frame slowly growing into a mountain the closer he came, his chin tilting down to keep our gazes locked. “Then get in bed.” He pushed his hand down on the pile in my hands, making everything drop into a mess on the floor. “Come on.” He gave me that commanding look, treating me like one of his men whom he ordered around.

I liked it when he ordered me around. “You want me to stay?”

“Was that unclear?”

“I—I just didn’t want to overstep?—”

“If I wanted you gone, I would tell you. I say what I mean?—”

“And mean what I say,” I said. “Yes, I remember.”

He flashed me a look of irritation, like he didn’t appreciate the taunt. “Then get your ass in bed before I throw you in it.”