Free The Devil’s Pawn by Elizabeth Finn Page A

strokes, he caresses, and he gives me the touch I’ve wanted, all the while holding my eyes intently with his.
    He leans over my body, approaching my ear once more, and he presses two long and invasive fingers deep within me before speaking. “I want you wet like this for me every time I fuck you.”
    Finding one last ounce of strength, I challenge him. “No, you don’t.”
    They are the only words he needs to hear to remind him that cold, perfunctory fucking is his doing, not mine. And it stops him dead in his tracks. He swallows over his Adam’s apple. He holds my eyes for a moment before his jaw clenches harshly and his brow furrows as he considers my words. His lips are close to my ear, and it’s the first time I’ve been able to study them closely. They look warm, inviting even, and I wonder what it must feel like to kiss him. Then I remember just who he is, and kissing is definitely off limits. He sees me watching his mouth greedily, and his eyes burn into mine.
    He finally leans back to my ear, and I wait for whatever harsh words he’ll use to hurt me. “You. Don’t. Know. Anything. About. Me.” His words are poignant, and with each one, his fingers invade me with a swift, deep penetration.
    When he’s done speaking, he pulls his fingers slowly from my body, and without another word, he forces his cock slowly into my wet, waiting pussy. Again, he has foregone the condom and his tightly managed rules. He enters me more slowly than ever before. His eyes don’t leave mine as he fills me inch by slow inch. When this long drawn-out penetration is finally complete, he fills my tight sheath with his full breadth. He pulls from me, never taking his eyes from mine, and starts plunging faster and harder into my body, but his eyes are frustrated, and within only a few minutes of fucking me, he pulls from my body and pulls me around to face him.
    He faces me, looking down at me with dark, hooded eyes, and as he holds my gaze, he reaches gently to the inside of my thigh and lifts one leg to dangle from his arm before moving his other arm to the inside of my other thigh. He lifts me easily with his forearms to straddle him. He pushes me up against the mirror, pinning me there with his hips. He continues to support my body with his forearms to the inside of my thighs, and as he pulls his hips from me, it is only long enough to line his engorged cock up with my entry and impale me harshly with it. I cry out, clutching his shoulders at the intensity of this incredibly deep penetration, and as he starts pulling and thrusting, my sheath starts clenching around his shaft. His face is only inches from mine, and his eyes are watching mine with heady lust. I can’t help but look at his lips, and as I do, he licks his lower lip. I inhale a quick breath at the sight of those lips that I so desperately want to taste, but I don’t.
    He continues thrusting into me over and over, and as he does, I fight my mounting orgasm. He’s forbidden it, and as much as I want it, I won’t take it, but the fight against it is hard. I’m practically mewling like a cat in heat by the time he pulls himself from me, pins me to the mirror with his hips, and explodes in orgasm between our bodies. His eyes close in relief, and he holds our bodies firm and still as I hold on to his strongly muscled shoulders.
    As the seconds tick away, he sets me lightly down to the floor. He pulls his pants swiftly back up, and once he’s re-clothed, he grabs the offensive white cotton underwear and uses them to wipe his cum from my stomach. I watch him gently run the material over my tummy, cleaning away every last drop of evidence from my skin. When he’s finished, he drops them in the nearby waste can and calls Jacob in once again. Derek returns to his chair, and as Jacob enters, he looks us both over appraisingly. What he assumes happened in this room is anyone’s guess, but Derek doesn’t seem to be the least bit concerned with what Jacob thinks. Jacob