“More,” I beg.

“With fucking pleasure, Emmy.”

He sets me back on the mattress and steps back.  I watch as his hands go back to his pants, pulling his belt off slowly—calculating—and dropping his pants.  He doesn’t even move to take them off all the way.  I know it will take longer with his prosthetic still on than he’s willing to take.  His rock-hard cock springs out, the head purple and angry, the loop through the tip wet with his come.  I reach out and brush my hand against his thigh, cup his balls, and then tease his length with my touch.  The feeling of his ladder against my skin makes me shiver in anticipation.

“Hands off and roll on to your stomach, Emersyn.”

I immediately remove my hand, craving the promise his words provoke.

It takes me a second, my arm still too weak to help my movements, my leg—still in the cast—a big annoyance.  He gives me the time I need, and when I’m situated and look back at him, he’s stroking his cock behind me.  His eyes are heavy, his face flushed.

I did this to him.

“You still want it hard?  Want me to take your body as roughly as I can without hurting you?”

“God, yes!”

His hand slaps down on my ass with a loud crack. “Fucking beg me, Emersyn.”

With pleasure.  “Please, Maddox.  Please take my pussy hard.  Give me your cock and take my body with everything you have.”

His hand comes down on the other cheek, the sting making me cry out in pleasure. “Again,” he demands.

“Please, Maddox, baby.  Take me.  Make me come on your cock until my come is dripping from my body.”

His palm comes down on a different spot, smoothing the burn with his palm before challenging, “Again.”

“God damn!  FUCK ME!” I scream.

“That’s my girl,” he growls.

His hand comes down seven more times, each a new location, and his palm rubs the sting out after each one.  My breath is coming so rapidly that I’m starting to think I really might pass out like he threatened earlier.

Right when I think I can’t take a second more, he helps me flip over and grabs my hips, pulling me until my ass is all but hanging off the bed.  I look down and notice that the height of his bed puts my pussy level with his hips.  His cock aligns perfectly with my waiting body.

“Not fucking you with a condom, baby.  I know you’re clean.  You know I’m clean.  And I’ll be damned if there is anything between us.”

“No condom.  Just fuck me!” I scream when he starts rubbing his cock’s head against my center.  Each time the metal of his piercing hits my throbbing clit, I scream again.  By the time he finally pushes in, I’m crying.

His balls slap against my ass with the force of his thrust.  I bring one hand up and grab his forearm where he’s holding my hips, my nails digging in.  I shout loudly when I start to come.  He grunts as his movements become uncoordinated.

He pushes in deep and doesn’t move, his chest heaving and his eyes closed tight.  I wiggle, trying to get him to move again, but his fingers on my hips dig in and his eyes snap open.

“Don’t fucking move.  I’m not going to come in thirty seconds like some teenage shit.”

“You have to move.  God, baby, I can feel every inch of you stretching me wide.”

With a grumble, he pulls out a few inches—enough for me to feel his piercings rubbing against my inner walls.  When he pushes forward, I feel him hitting even deeper than before.

I pant, beg, and scream for him to move, but he just stands there, breathing roughly and flexing his hips.

When I can’t take it any longer, I rock against him.  If he won’t give me what I need, then I’ll just fucking take it.

“You think you can make yourself come ON my dick?  Baby, that’s the same thing as using your hands.  I make you come.  Don’t fucking forget it.”

He pulls almost all the way out before slamming home.  Over and over again, he slams roughly into my body.  One hand comes off my hips and his thick fingers rub over my clit, teasing me, before he pinches it between his fingers.

On a hiss, I come again, my juices rushing against his rigid flesh.  He gives me one hard plunge into my body before throwing his head back and roaring.

Fucking roaring.

The sound of his release making my orgasm roll on and on to the point where I do, in fact, pass out.

Chapter 30—Maddox