Free Shout (The Voice Trilogy Book 3) by Noelle Bodhaine Page B

me wide, pumping into me like a drill. Just as he begins to hit a spot that makes me want to scream, his thumb presses to my clit and I jerk in his lap. “Oh, a little sensitive are we?” he asks with a wink, making a meal out of torturing me. Sweet, delightful torture. His grip tightens on my neck as he plunges his fingers into me over and over, curled around so he hits that soft spot that drives me wild, that spot that only he knows, that he discovered. I buck and ride his hand until he is soaked and I’m winded and I can’t wait another minute.
                  “Please,” I mewl in a labored whisper.
                  “Please what, my love?” I look into his wicked eyes and cannot control my mouth for another second. Every ounce of inhibition goes out the window as he thrust his fingers up into me, and I scream, “Please Rhys, I need your cock. I need to feel you, all of you. Please for God’s sake, fuck me now!” I’m shaking my head side to side positively possessed with the thought of his cock. I need it now.
                  “That’s what I wanted, Beautiful.” he exclaims, pulling his fingers from my pussy and freeing his cock in one fell swoop. Without a moment’s hesitation, I wind my fist around his pulsing cock and watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, his sleepy eyes lighting up as he moans and licks each finger clean. A ferocious lust grows behind his eyes and he grabs me by the hips and guides me over him, sliding into me at a fool’s pace; inch by inch he controls me as I sink and try to swallow him. Stretching me open and claiming what is his, I have never wanted to be owned, to be possessed as fully as I do in this moment. I want him to take me over completely, and in his eyes I see his glee as he reads me like a book.
                  “Yes, Beautiful, I see it in your eyes. Do it my love, just let go; I will always take care of you.” As the last words fall from his beautiful mouth, he slams into me, his whole pulsing length possessing me and I am found. Never have I felt so whole, so complete, and so full. He takes me by the hips and sets his pace, steady and measured. Each thrust deliberate and brutal until he hits a spot that makes my blood sing. Like a chorus on high, each and every time his cock hits that spot, I am less and less in control of my body. Nailing it now dead on, so deep, and so wild, my hair thrashes about my face as I try to keep pace, try to ride him like a fucking bull, and then he stops. So deep within me, pressing against that sweet spot, he stops and watches my eyes burn. He holds me still, won’t let me move, as a hunger grows so rabid in me that I may just go fucking insane.
    Slowly again he starts to move, holding me still, fucking into me like a jackhammer. Faster and faster he begins to pummel me, each time hitting that spot. Like an itch I cannot scratch, so deep. Every time he thrusts against it, I growl at him, fucking needy, wanting more, needing more. It’s an addiction to feel him deep within me, stroking that tiny spot that belongs fully to him. Each time more intense than the last until my eyes roll back and I hear him whisper, “Let go, Sophie.”
    One last brutal thrust and I tighten my strangle hold on him before I explode, my pussy pulses and gushes, soaking him, soaking us both. My body begins to shake, my legs trembling, my hands grip his shoulders and I hold on for dear life and ride it out. Feeling like I’m being ripped apart, good Lord in heaven, I couldn’t stop shaking if I wanted. As I come down, he thrusts up into me again and again, forcing me to come over and over, until tears streak down my face, his fingers surely tattooed upon my skin now as his grip is brutal and deliberate. When he finally empties himself, I feel his heat invade my body, a lovely white hot heat that fills me utterly. With his neck craned to the ceiling, his eyes focused solely on me, and his body, his broken