Free Force Me - Death By Sex by Marteeka Karland, Shara Azod Page B

than her legs were free. She did, indeed, wrap them around his waist and pulled herself up to meet his thrusts. His grunt of approval rumbled through her to settle in the place where their bodies joined.
     
    Her clit throbbed like mad, needing the friction. Draven provided it, seeming to know exactly what she needed and, surprisingly, providing it.
     
    Mia reveled in her newfound pleasure. This man was effortlessly making her body sing in ways she’d never thought possible. She felt... alive ! It was as if she'd found a missing piece of her soul, and Draven was welding it back into place with the heat of his body.
     
    "If I release your arms, will you scratch my eyes out, little hunter?" Mia wasn't exactly sure she liked the amused note in his voice, but she wasn't about to defy him now. Not when he seemed so attentive to her needs.
     
    "No," she managed to gasp.
     
    Immediately, her hands were free and she went straight for his hair. All those silky dark locks were truly as soft as they looked. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he nuzzled her neck before claiming her mouth again. His hands molded her body, grazing her breasts and gripping her hips to move her how he wanted her.
     
    Without warning, Draven flipped them, leaving Mia to sprawl on top of him. His cock never left her needy channel. "Ride me, woman." His gruff growl was a command even though she was in the position of power—sort of. Yes, she was on top of him, impaled on his magnificent cock, yet she was very aware she was not in any way in charge here.
     
    “Do it—” A sharp slap to the cheek of her ass followed the order, setting her hips in motion. “Take it all.”
     
    How could she not? In this position she could feel him even more, filling her, stretching her. The slow glide against her inner walls allowed her to feel every pulsing vein on his dick. The sensation set off every nerve in her cunt, sending bolts of electricity throughout her body. She swiveled, arched, rocked her hips in a slow sway, her pussy greedily sucking every inch he had to give. And she wanted more still.  The burn felt so fucking good; Mia increased her speed despite wanting to savor every possible second.
     
    “Oh gods, what are you doing to me?” She didn't really care if he answered. She might not like the explanation he had to give. Besides, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but this, the two of them. A need burned inside her so hot she just knew she'd die from the pleasure of it, so intense it hurt.
     
    Draven reached up and grasped the ropes of her hair, tugging back until it stung her scalp, a large hand cupping her still heated ass cheek. Would he smack her again? Would her cunt jump and clench as it had that first time? Surprised by her open yearning, Mia knew that was exactly what she wanted. And that was exactly what she got.
     
    “Take me, Mia.” Two sharp smacks spurred her on even faster. “That’s right, take your cock; it’s all for you, only you.”
     
    Her heart rocketed to her throat. He meant it; she could feel the truth of the words in her gut.
     
    “Yes!” Her insides quaked, a momentous building of something she was afraid to face. Unlike when he had his face between her thighs, sending her flying over and over again, this orgasm threatened to steal her very sanity. Two more smacks on the opposite ass cheek sent her spiraling, whirling out of control. “Oh gods! Draven!”
     
    The room was spinning. Mia couldn’t hold on. She felt Draven surge up into her, felt him deep in her womb. His orgasm only sent her higher, caressing where no man had ever managed to reach, completing her in a ways she never dreamed possible. This wasn't a simple mating; it was definitely more than just sex. He had been right when he’d whispered in her ear she was about to die, because just at that moment, her heart stopped and her consciousness fled as she gave everything over to the cyborg that had all too recently been her