Her hand raised to one throbbing breast as the ache in her ni**les seemed to only grow. Her fingers glanced over the hard point beneath the silk blouse and sheer bra she wore. Her breath caught on a gasp at the electrified pleasure that washed over her.
She felt her pu**y cream furiously, spilling the thick essence along her bare cunt lips. Jase had started her habit of shaving there. It was one of the few things he had taught her that she was thankful for. Until now. Now, the incredible sensitivity of her bare inner lips was a curse. She could feel her juices, hot and slick, coating her flesh as they eased from her vagina, and it only made her ache more.
How was she going to bear having him in her house? Her arms wrapped around her waist as her womb clenched. He hadn’t been here an hour yet and already she could think of nothing but his touch moving over her, his hands stroking her, spanking her… She whimpered. She didn’t want that, she cried silently, couldn’t bear it.
“Ella, you in there? I’m ordering lunch, how do you feel about pizza?” He knocked on her door, startling her into jumping away from it with a tight gasp.
God, wasn’t he ever going to leave for work? Surely he wouldn’t be here for lunch. She couldn’t handle it.
“Fine.” She was horrified at the husky, needy quality of her voice. She cleared her throat and swallowed tightly. “I’m tired. You eat. I’m going to lay down.”
“Ella, come out and talk to me,” he cajoled, his voice soft, filled with such wicked promises she had to bite her lip to keep from calling him to her. “It’s just pizza, nothing else.” Amusement was like a dark vein of sin in his tone.
She glanced at the clock, then the bedside window. She could find no reasonable excuse to stay hidden in her room, and she knew if she continued to refuse it would only make him suspicious.
“Fine,” she bit out, feeling her nails piercing the skin of her palms. “I’ll be out in a while. I need to freshen up first.”
“I’ll be waiting on you. Don’t take too long.”
As he spoke, Ella tore desperately at her clothes to remove them. She was too hot, too aroused to go to him like this. If she didn’t find relief, no matter how minute, she would burn in flames of desire if he so much as brushed against her.
She jerked the drawer of her bedside table open and pulled out the slender, slim line vibrator she had purchased years ago. The soft, supple latex flexed in her palm as she stretched out on her bed. It wasn’t thick or long, but buying the damned thing had been one of the hardest things she had ever done in her life.
Her body was already primed, her cunt so wet and sticky that when she ran her fingers through the narrow slit, it clung to her fingers. Her clit was swollen, so large and sensitive she gasped as she circled it with the head of the slender dildo. She eased the control switch on the vibration up, shuddering as the device began to hum.
She couldn’t still her gasp of breath as she slid it into the hungry opening of her pu**y. Her muscles closed on it, relishing in the hum, but still greedy for more. She pushed it deeper, feeling the sensitive tissue part for the invader.
Ella writhed on the bed, her eyes clenched tightly closed as the fingers of her other hand gripped one of her tight, elongated ni**les and pinched lightly.
She couldn’t groan, she told herself. She couldn’t cry out his name as she had done since seeing him at the wedding and agreeing to let him stay. She couldn’t pretend it was James pushing inside her wet pu**y, f**king her tight depths. But she couldn’t help it either. Her mind formed the image. His body hard and muscular, his c**k thick and long as it pushed inside her.
Her control weakened as a small whimper escaped her throat. It wasn’t going to be enough. Oh God, she could feel it, the weakness of her body, the incredible arousal searing her nerve endings. She would never achieve a climax hard enough to still the raging pain.
“Let me help you, Ella.” The words were like a splash of cold water.
Her eyes flew open to see James, fully dressed, his green eyes glowing with lust as he stared down at her nude, perspiring body. From her br**sts to her still slender thighs, spread invitingly as she moved the vibrating dildo inside her pu**y.
“Oh God.” Embarrassment washed over her as she realized he really was standing there, watching her. He was real this time, not a figment of her imagination.
She would have jumped from the bed if James hadn’t moved to stop her, pinning her shoulders to the mattress as he forced her legs closed holding the vibrator inside her pu**y as he stared down at her, his powerful legs clamped on the outside of hers as she stared up at him in horror.
His eyes were dark, wicked, his expression filled with sensuality, with lust. Her legs were clamped together as his fingers moved to the control box at her side and he thumbed the power up to its highest level.
Her body jerked in response as the heat flared higher, hotter inside her tormented depths.
“Who do you imagine inside you, Ella?” His voice was deep, rough. “Who’s f**king that tight pu**y for you, in your mind?”
The deep baritone of his voice stroked over her nerve endings, sending her senses into overdrive. Her hips jerked in reflex, her clit pulsing, throbbing in reaction.
“Don’t do this,” she cried out, fighting the pleasure as he forced her wrists into one broad hand, holding her securely as he stared into her eyes.
“Is it me, Ella?” he asked her softly. “Do I f**k you in your fantasies? I sure as hell f**k you in mine. Hard and deep, Ella, but my c**k is a hell of a lot thicker than that baby pecker you picked. When I push inside you, you’re going to be so damned tight you’ll come from the pleasure/pain alone. Come for me now, Ella. Come for me baby, so we can discuss this rationally.”
Ella couldn’t bear it. His voice was enough to make her juices flood her pu**y, making the vibration echo along her sensitized flesh.
“I can’t.” She fought to hold onto her control. She couldn’t do this. It was too horrifying, too humiliating. Dear God, how had he opened a locked door?
He leaned closer, his legs loosening from around hers, his hand moving between their bodies as he watched her. She twisted against him as he forced his hand between her slick thighs and gripped the end of the dildo.
“I’m going to f**k you, Ella.” He pulled it back as she cried out, staring up at him, seeing his grimace of hot, desperate lust. “Like this.” The vibrator was thrust into her pu**y, squishing through the thick juices, pounding into her womb as he began to f**k her hard and fast with her own dildo.