Sea of Black.
Chapter 43.
Part 2.
"Good answer," he said with a smirk, thrusting back into me.
My nails tried to find purchase on something but there was nothing to keep me anchored to the table except Edward's hands gripping my hips.
"Yes," I hissed as he started pumping his cock in and out of me, his hips bucking and grinding against mine.
"I could get used to this," he grunted, the force of his thrusts making the table scrape along the floor, "Sliding in and out of your tight pussy regularly, feeling how tight and wet you are. Would you like that, sweet girl?"
I nodded, breathless, beyond words at that point. The way he could constantly reduce me to a pile of mush was slightly embarrassing, yet wholly arousing.
Before I met him, I had been a girl scared of the consequences of change, but Edward had turned the tables on me, awakening the fire inside me, turning me into a deviant who couldn't get enough.
Consequences be damned, I wanted him, over and over, and I didn't care who knew it. This man molded and manipulated my body until I could do nothing but scream for him, and that kind of freedom was something I wasn't planning on letting go easily.
I whimpered as his thumb dragged along my drenched slit and started rubbing my clit. His thrusts sped up, pounding into me in swift, hard movements, pushing me to take more of him, to take all of him. He flung both of my legs over his shoulders, spreading me open further and changing the angle of his thrusts as my ass lifted off the table.
A strangled cry burst from me, and I arched my back off the table as I felt his hand, which had been on my clit, circling my back entrance.
I stiffened slightly, used to the sensations that accompanied his touch. No one had ever touched me there, but by the way he was looking at me, I was sure that was about to change.
The weirdest part was that it didn't scare me, if anything my mind was welcoming of it.
I swallowed and gave him a nod, permitting him to continue.
