Page 167 of A Story of Love

Lori’s eyes threatened to roll back in their sockets at his words. With her pulse pounding in her ears, she swallowed and reached for the edge of the black leather bedding and then slowly pulled it back, peeling Fast’s body like a luscious, exotic fruit.

His penis—or cock as he preferred to call it—sprang up with a mute exuberance that startled a laugh out of her.

Fast growled and jerked against the manacles that kept him stretched out and immobile. Every muscle in his big body rippled and flexed. It was…entrancing.

“So, you find my predicament amusing, do you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He snorted. “Witch.” He yanked harder on the chains restraining his wrists. “If I had known how you were going to just stand there and torture me rather than—” The words withered on his tongue when she pulled the sash on her new green silk dressing gown and then let it fall to the ground.

Fast’s hips bucked up off the bed, a thin stream of clear liquid stranding from the fat crown to his ridged abdomen. “Please,” he begged.

She wanted to stare at him for hours—he was utterly mesmerizing—but she wanted to feel him inside her even more, so she clambered up onto the high mattress with more enthusiasm than grace and straddled his hips.

“Yes, that’s a good gir—mercy!” he yelped when Lori gave his shaft of delight a swat.

“You will get what I give you and be grateful for it.” Lori said, stroking him hard—but only once—and earning a hiss and shudder.

“Yes. Yes yes yes yes I will,” he murmured, aroused rather than chastised, his hips pumping in time with his chanting.

She laughed.

“You are a cruel mistress.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” he said without hesitation.

He was so beautiful—there was no other word for it.

He raised his hips again when she merely gazed down on him, her sex still inches from his thrusting organ. His expression turned adorably petulant. “Lover, are you just going to look all night?”

“I might.” Lori enjoyed having such a fine, powerful male animal at her mercy, but—in truth—she was every bit as wet and aroused as he was and so she took his pulsing shaft in her hand and fitted him at her entrance before sinking down with agonizing slowness.

Fast made a noise that sounded as if he were being murdered and Lori was briefly grateful that neither Rufus nor Gregg was posted outside the door.

“Ride me!” Fast barked the moment he was fully hilted.

Lori considered punishing him for his willful behavior, but she wanted him too much. So she dropped her hands to his bulging biceps and used him to steady herself before rolling her hips.

“God yes!”

She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from her mouth at his crazed shout, and her sinuous rhythm—which she’d been quite proud of—faltered.

“You evil, evil hussy,” he moaned when she stopped.

“Poor darling,” she crooned, smirking at his outraged look. “Is this what you want?” She rocked her hips again, this time not stopping when he moaned his approval.

Lori rode him in such a way that each stroke offered perfect friction, and it did not take long to stimulate herself toward the edge. “Come with me,” she said in a breathless voice when she felt him struggle to control his climax.

Fast’s hips jerked with the force of his orgasm and together they spiraled into bliss.

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Fast’s orgasm—which he’d been throttling for a good half hour—exploded only a few seconds after Lorelei surrendered to ecstasy. Her hips stuttered and stilled, but her inner muscles carried him over the edge, her tight sheath milking him until he had nothing left to give.

“Oh,” she murmured a few minutes later, her body slumped over his, the hard thudding of her heart pounding against his chest.