“Fuck the dare,” I hissed, slapping her hand away from her greedy cunt. I threw the wand on the floor and spread her thighs around my hips, hooking her ankles behind my ass.
Lila didn’t fight me. She just… grinned.
Rubbing my hard length against her folds, my dick was coated with her sweet arousal, and my gaze lowered to the apex of her thighs. I watched as her swollen lips parted, and her opening was practically weeping with need.
She was so fucking primed and ready.
I clutched her waist, squeezing. That was the only warning she got, before I entered her, thrusting inside in one swift move, burying myself to the hilt.
Lila gasped. “Fuck.”
Fuck, indeed.
My body tensed, the muscles of my back clenching, as I tried not to come from the first thrust. The tight sheath of her pussy was going to kill me. She was so goddamn soft and wet, I easily slid in and out.
“You. Drive. Me. Insane,” I snarled, punctuating every word with a hard thrust.
Lila cried out, her eyes fluttering shut. “Open your eyes.”
“Maddox.”
“Open your eyes, Lila. Look at me.” The threat was heavy and thick in my voice.
Her eyes snapped open, and they were glassy with lust. My cock swelled, as I pounded inside her. She curled her arms around my neck and hung on for dear life, whimpering every time I pulled out and moaning with every deep thrust.
Her nails raked my back, clawing at my flesh. I bled for her. Fucking happily.
Our lips found each other, mad with passion. Crazed and desperate.
Her thighs squeezed my hips, and my fingers dug into her waist, so hard, I knew they’d leave my marks. Good. She needed to be reminded who the fuck she belonged to.
And who owned her goddamn orgasms.
My heart thudded in my chest, galloping like a horse in a race.
Lila breathed my name, moaning it over and over again. My balls tightened, and she had a death grip on me, as she twitched and spasmed under me.
She threw her head back, finding her release with a low moan. Lila never looked more beautiful than she did right now.
I came inside her, our eyes locked together. My cum dripped out of her pussy, running down between her quivering thighs and coating the bedsheet with our mixed essence.
Lila buried her face into the crook of my neck, and her teeth scraped the spot behind my ear. “I won,” she breathed, with a small breathtaking laugh.
God, I loved her.
I fucking loved her.
“I don’t want you to move,” Lila confessed in my ear.
I didn’t want to move either. My semi-hard dick was quite happy where it was. I rolled us over, and we laid on our sides, keeping us locked together. She pulsed around me, her sex still twitching with the aftermath of her release.
Lila looked at me with sleepy brown eyes and a tender smile. Her black hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead, and she blinked up at me tiredly. Lila still looked so beautiful. Mine.
“You kill me,” I whispered, my lips brushing the tip of her nose.
“You kill me, too.” My chest tightened at her breathy confession.
Our foreheads touched, and my gaze lowered to where her tits were pressed against my chest. Her scars looked red and angry against her glistening, sweaty skin. I traced a single finger over the jagged, harsh lines. She flinched but didn’t stop me. Her scars called to me, and I felt the need to touch them. Feel them. I ran my fingers over her past, tracing the dents and rough edges of her soul.
Her heart thudded against my touch, and I felt it. Felt the echoing pain that still lingered in her heart.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.
“Not anymore,” Lila replied softly. “Sometimes, it feels like it hurts, not that it really does… but my therapist said that it’s all in my head. It’s kind of like a ghost pain. My body remembers it, even though my injuries are no longer painful.”
Her fingers clasped around my wrist, but she didn’t pull my hand away. Actually, she laid my palm over her chest, feeling her stuttering heartbeat. Her skin felt like velvet against my callous fingers, but I kept my touch tender.
“Do you know what hurts the most, Maddox?” She spoke quietly, her voice barely audible.
“Tell me,” I rasped. Tell me everything, Lila. Tell me every bit of your pain and let me carry it for you.