Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Landon

Listen to Unholy

by Sam Smith on the verge of orgasm just from his dark, hypnotic words and caressing fingers. Light brushes on my breasts, my ass, across my stomach Fingers pushing my hair to the side and exposing my neck. Soft kisses at my nape and the flick of a tongue. My hips began to push back in a desperate urgency to be filled and take away this writhing, agonizing hunger.

“Would you like to know your reward?” Adam squeezed my ass, trailing down the backs of my thighs and over my tight calves. “Or do you want to be surprised?”

My hand shook but I kept the position. “I’d like to know, please.”

His hard dick rubbed the cleft of my buttocks, getting himself wet from my arousal. “I’m going to let you come as many times as you’d like. There’s just one rule.”

I was both afraid and excited to ask. “What?”

“You need to be honest and tell me if don’t have any left to give me. I own all of them, princess. No lying.”

No problem. Easy, peasy. I knew exactly how much I could take and what I couldn’t. “I can do that.”

“Good. Now, I have my own goals tonight.”

I stared at the quilt, confused. “What goal?”

In one swift motion, he caught my hair and yanked my head to the side. His teeth sunk into the part where my neck met shoulder, shoving me right to the edge of erotic pain until I gasped. “I’m going to fuck you so many times in this bed, you’ll never remember Max here again.”

And with that, his cock sank deeply inside of me in one shocking thrust.

A wail erupted from my lips as the rollicking sensations hit all at once. He sucked on my neck while his erection dragged slowly back and forth over my throbbing clit. His ruthless hands held me in a grip by my hair, my scalp sensitized. Adam’s hips moved in a rotating circle so he hit every pulsing inch of me, and no matter how bad I wanted to shove back and hurry him up, I was helpless, unable to move or do anything but take what he decided to give me.

The tight grip of control he held gave me a sense of soaring freedom. Because there was no action for me to take, I slipped into surrender, my body softening and giving him more, and he murmured my name as his cock slammed deeper, his foot kicking my legs out so I was more widely spread for him.

It didn’t take long for the orgasm to race up and wash over me. “I’m coming,” I screamed helplessly, allowing the convulsions to take me and the shattering pleasure break me apart. He didn’t stop fucking me, and when I finally collapsed, he held me tight to his chest and dropped kisses down my sweat-dampened back.

It was then I realized he hadn’t even come yet.

My voice came out breathless. “Adam?”

His low laugh made my belly clench. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ve only begun.”

And I wondered if my reward would soon become my punishment.