The Professional Lover II (18+) | [Complete]

Epilogue : Loving Him

"You are such a fucking asshole," I spit at Remy. "I can't fucking stand you!"

"Oh, yeah?" Remy grinds his hips slowly against my ass, churning his cock deep inside my pussy. My head tosses back with a moan when I feel him where I need him. "From where I'm at, you seem to like me an awful lot."

I press my hips back against him to sink him deeper, swirling my hips as a slide myself up and down his length. "Shut up and fuck me."

Remy's hands grip my hips, pulling me back towards him every time he thrusts forward. My pussy clenches with delight, but I know it's only a tease. I brace myself on shaking arms, my forearms bound in silken ropes; Remy's favorite game. I look back at him, watching his fingers dig into my skin as his core flexes, seeing the ecstasy make his expression tense. 

He goes harder, faster. My arms burn until I can't take it anymore. I collapse, my upper body falling onto the bed. "Finally done fighting me?" he asks.

"Fuck you."

His hand leaves my hip and comes down hard against my ass. I yelp when the sharp pain makes me clench around him, but groan when the pain sparks pleasure deep within my core. He starts to move again, the head of his cock rubbing against the perfect spot when his hand comes down hard again. I tense again, my hips shuddering from the pain, my pussy quivering around him with the surge of pleasure. The combination confuses my body in the best possible way. He quickens his pace, stroking perfectly as the pleasure starts to overtake me. 

I moan with every movement, every sensation of him taking me as my climax nears. Just as I feel close to the edge, he withdraws again. God. Damn it.

I growl with anger. "Stop doing that! I fucking mean it!" My legs quiver with my frustration. The warmth that consumed me starts to cool, my pleasure fading into a needy ache. I look back to him with a scowl. He sits on his heels and drifts his eyes over my body, stroking himself as he gnaws his beautiful bottom lip. "Remy, don't."

His eyes bounce up to mine and he gives me a mischievous smile. "Don't what?"

"Torture me."

Remy lets out a low rumble of a laugh. He grabs my ass and pulls it closer to him. He runs his tongue over my clit and through my folds, tasting me. His tongue travels higher and swirls against my sensitive skin. The tickle excites me but worsens the empty ache from his absence. I don't like this game, but that's kind of the point.

I feel his weight shift from the bed. Suddenly, he flips me to my back and tugs my hips to the edge, leaving my arms stretched above my head. He stands between my legs and looks down at me with a glimmer in his eyes. I stare up at him, my breath shallow as every inch of my skin longs for his touch.

He leans forward onto a hand and pulls my face to his. I lose myself in the feeling of his lips against mine. His kiss is slow and gentle, matching the delicate touch of his hand as it slides from my jaw to my neck. I shiver, my skin prickling with desire.