friend when I come.”
For some reason, that stung. She got it, but she was so tired of being seen as Phoebe, and as long as Stryker saw only Phoebe when he looked at her, Mel would be in danger.
He pulled back and pushed inside again, and if she had ever thought she’d hate this, she’d been so wrong. Didn’t matter that it was all so angry, as impersonal as if they were both masturbating.
She
had initiated it.
She
had gotten Stryker hard.
The rush of power brought with it a rush of wetness between her legs, and she moaned. The sound seemed to trigger something in Stryker, and he increased the tempo of his thrusts, began to pound into her with raw, brutal force. The erotic sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.
“How’s this?” he gritted into her ear. “You like it rough? I hope so, because I can’t give you anything else.”
“I … no, this is … fine.” More than fine. Sensation streamed through like lit gasoline in her veins. But still, she wasplastered against a cold, hard wall, and though this wasn’t an act of love, she felt a basic need for some kind of … what? Comfort? Connection? Wrenching her arm around behind her, she palmed his flank, loved the bunching muscles under her hand as he pumped his hips. “The bed … maybe we can move to the bed?”
“The bed is for women I like.” He snagged her wrist and pinned it above her head against the wall so she couldn’t touch him as he hammered into her. She cried out in a combination of pleasure and loss of control, but he must have taken the sound as pain, because his grip loosened, and the wild pounding of his cock inside her slowed. “Fuck.”
The normally harsh word was soft, full of what she could have sworn was regret, and she was even more sure of it when he braced his forehead on the back of her head and let out a long, shuddering breath that whispered over her neck. Her skin prickled, and against her will she arched, taking him even deeper.
His thrusts gentled, and amazingly, the slower slide of his shaft over her sensitive tissues became even more intense. In no time, she was on the edge of detonation, her body quivering, her core clenching him greedily.
Mel didn’t have a lot of—heck, she didn’t have any—experience with this, but her body did, and it registered the sensation of skin on skin, as well as the rasp of Stryker’s pants on her bare flesh. The combination of rough and smooth in addition to the slide of his hard shaft inside her slick softness made for a perfect storm of pleasure, and she couldn’t contain the plea that escaped her.
“Please …”
“That,” he said, “is only the first of the begging I’ll get from you.”
Though he meant it in the not-so-fun way, it didn’t matter. The gruff, gravelly tone of his voice, the way his fingers dug into her hips, the slap of his balls against the fleshy lips of her sex … it set her off like nothing ever had.
Ecstasy shot through her core, spread to every nerve ending until even her skin popped with pleasure, and she let out a wail that was probably heard on the street below. The orgasm rippled, crested, and waned, and then, as Stryker barked out a pleasured sound of his own, his cock swelled, releasing a warm jet that triggered another intense climax.
Her pussy milked him, taking everything and squeezing until he began to jerk and grip her hips to still her as the sensations became too intense. Deep inside her, his cock twitched, and she shuddered, almost wishing he’d keep pumping … not because she wanted another orgasm, but because she didn’t want to lose this connection.
Silly? Yes. But she’d never experienced the melding of a man and a woman, and given the way her life had gone, she doubted she’d feel it again.
But only a dozen heartbeats went by before he withdrew, stepping back as though he couldn’t wait to not be touching her anymore. Weakly, she
For some reason, that stung. She got it, but she was so tired of being seen as Phoebe, and as long as Stryker saw only Phoebe when he looked at her, Mel would be in danger.
He pulled back and pushed inside again, and if she had ever thought she’d hate this, she’d been so wrong. Didn’t matter that it was all so angry, as impersonal as if they were both masturbating.
She
had initiated it.
She
had gotten Stryker hard.
The rush of power brought with it a rush of wetness between her legs, and she moaned. The sound seemed to trigger something in Stryker, and he increased the tempo of his thrusts, began to pound into her with raw, brutal force. The erotic sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.
“How’s this?” he gritted into her ear. “You like it rough? I hope so, because I can’t give you anything else.”
“I … no, this is … fine.” More than fine. Sensation streamed through like lit gasoline in her veins. But still, she wasplastered against a cold, hard wall, and though this wasn’t an act of love, she felt a basic need for some kind of … what? Comfort? Connection? Wrenching her arm around behind her, she palmed his flank, loved the bunching muscles under her hand as he pumped his hips. “The bed … maybe we can move to the bed?”
“The bed is for women I like.” He snagged her wrist and pinned it above her head against the wall so she couldn’t touch him as he hammered into her. She cried out in a combination of pleasure and loss of control, but he must have taken the sound as pain, because his grip loosened, and the wild pounding of his cock inside her slowed. “Fuck.”
The normally harsh word was soft, full of what she could have sworn was regret, and she was even more sure of it when he braced his forehead on the back of her head and let out a long, shuddering breath that whispered over her neck. Her skin prickled, and against her will she arched, taking him even deeper.
His thrusts gentled, and amazingly, the slower slide of his shaft over her sensitive tissues became even more intense. In no time, she was on the edge of detonation, her body quivering, her core clenching him greedily.
Mel didn’t have a lot of—heck, she didn’t have any—experience with this, but her body did, and it registered the sensation of skin on skin, as well as the rasp of Stryker’s pants on her bare flesh. The combination of rough and smooth in addition to the slide of his hard shaft inside her slick softness made for a perfect storm of pleasure, and she couldn’t contain the plea that escaped her.
“Please …”
“That,” he said, “is only the first of the begging I’ll get from you.”
Though he meant it in the not-so-fun way, it didn’t matter. The gruff, gravelly tone of his voice, the way his fingers dug into her hips, the slap of his balls against the fleshy lips of her sex … it set her off like nothing ever had.
Ecstasy shot through her core, spread to every nerve ending until even her skin popped with pleasure, and she let out a wail that was probably heard on the street below. The orgasm rippled, crested, and waned, and then, as Stryker barked out a pleasured sound of his own, his cock swelled, releasing a warm jet that triggered another intense climax.
Her pussy milked him, taking everything and squeezing until he began to jerk and grip her hips to still her as the sensations became too intense. Deep inside her, his cock twitched, and she shuddered, almost wishing he’d keep pumping … not because she wanted another orgasm, but because she didn’t want to lose this connection.
Silly? Yes. But she’d never experienced the melding of a man and a woman, and given the way her life had gone, she doubted she’d feel it again.
But only a dozen heartbeats went by before he withdrew, stepping back as though he couldn’t wait to not be touching her anymore. Weakly, she
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