There was no hesitation, no additional conversation. He drove the entire length of his cock inside, his roar primitive and aggressive.
“Oh, fuck. Oh…” As my muscles attempted to accept his savage intrusion, my body bucked, my legs thumping against the bed.
Mustang gripped my hips, his fingers flexing wide open as he dug them into my skin, holding me in place as he pumped in even strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin was the most beautiful music, perfectly orchestrated as our bodies combined. There was no holding back as he took me, every plunge harder than the one before.
I lolled my head, trying desperately to focus on anything. Even the lights had dimmed, the entire room nothing but a shadow. With every growl he made, every brutal sound, I realized I was surrendering. No man had ever been this dominating, doing everything he could to fulfill his needs.
Just when I thought he was ready to come, spewing his seed into my womb, he pulled out, smacking my bottom once again several times. He rolled onto the bed, dragging me over him until I was forced to straddle his hips.
The grin on his face was nothing but mischievous and the second he cupped my breasts, sliding me up and down on his slickened cock, a slight curl appearing in the corner of his mouth. “Are you ready to ride me?”
I gave him a heated look before easing my hand between us, shoving his cock inside once again. I’d suddenly become insatiable, no longer maintaining any level of rationality. “What do you think?” I shifted up and down twice, resting on his legs as I swished my long hair across his chest.
“I think you’re nothing but a tease.”
“Perhaps,” I mewed, repeating the move.
His expression carnal, he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, delighting in the single moan escaping my mouth. “Oh, I know.”
Everything about the man was mesmerizing and as I rode him, his cock expanded, filling my tight hole completely. The pain rushing into my system invigorated me, pushing me into another level of pleasure that I’d never experienced before. I planted my hands on his chest, kneading his skin as I continued, his ragged heartbeat pulsing against my fingers. I couldn’t resist a smile crossing my face, the feeling of control electrifying almost as much as the jolts erupting between us.
He chuckled in his dark and demonic manner again, his eyes lighting up like pools of a gasoline-lit fire. Even the husky growls slipping past his lips were more pronounced, a true beast biding his time as I played.
There was no doubt I was right when he jerked up from the bed, whipping me around to face the other side. He laughed as he held me aloft, taunting me as he slipped the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy. He pushed me forward, tickling the skin on my back with the brush of his fingers as he slowly eased them down, finally rubbing them in the crack of my ass.
I held my breath as he pushed me forward, my hands firmly planted around his legs. The entire room seemed to be spinning as I waited while he toyed with me, finally pushing the tip of his cock into my dark hole. A whimper slipped past my lips, my heart racing as he pushed just inside.
“Relax, baby. It’ll hurt then I assure you, it’ll feel real good.”
A part of me was ready to retort something nasty, but I was forced to suck in my breath, clinging to the comforter as if it was my lifeline. Panting, I refused to issue additional moans as he pushed further inside. The pain was blinding, the heat building all throughout my body. Stars and comets and planets flashed in front of my eyes as he shifted his hips.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” he muttered, growling several times in the same dominating tone as I’d heard before.
Hanging my head, I could barely catch my breath and when he drove the last few inches inside, I was no longer able to hold back a scream. “Fuck. Oh. God!”
“Breathe. Just breathe.”
“You breathe,” I demanded, huffing and squirming. After chuckling, he began to pump in and out slowly, taking his time as my muscles expanded, trying desperately to accept his thickness. Every inch of my body was on fire, my entire world reduced to concentrating on the slice of anguish pulsing through me like a bottle rocket.