Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,88

adjusted me beneath him, his movements were so rough that I winced. I was sore. My skin hurt. My muscles had ached since the hospital. If he heard me, he didn’t stop. He didn’t lighten up at all.

I didn’t want him to.

I never wanted him to.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for more than half of my life. Do you know what that kind of want does to you after a while?”

I knew. And I felt it, too.

He shimmied my pants down and unhooked his belt, pulling his jeans just low enough that his cock sprung free. I wasn’t able to see it; I only felt it slap against my pussy. Then, in one swift, furious movement, he was fully inside me.

“Oh my God!” I screamed.

I wasn’t at all prepared for his size, how he filled me completely, how it caused quick flashes of pain. I wasn’t prepared for this level of closeness and how much I would cherish it. I definitely wasn’t prepared for how much power he had and how much he used when he stroked me.

I didn’t tell him to stop.

Garin fucked me like there was an anger inside him. Like his anger made him drive his hips into me, dig his teeth into my flesh, press his fingers into my body. Like he wanted his anger to spill into me.

I would take it. All of it. I deserved it.

And I would enjoy it.

My pussy had finally stretched just enough so that I no longer felt any pain. His hand was off my throat, so I could breathe. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His long, hard, dominant thrusts took over me. He didn’t pull out to the tip; he just went halfway and shoved back in. And it didn’t happen slowly or gently. There was nothing gentle about this.

“Is this what you wanted?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. He just lifted me off the sand and flipped me around, putting me on all fours. Then, he gripped my hips, angling me to his head, as he forced himself back inside.

I tasted sand on my lips as I licked them. “Yes.”

This new position seemed to open me up even more, allowing him in deeper. The pain returned, but it was the good kind—the kind that added to the pleasure. And it caused me to shout even louder.

“Am I going to break you?”

My ribs ached from where the drain had been. My muscles threatened to no longer hold me, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to know I could handle whatever he wanted to give me.

He didn’t wait for my answer. He just pushed me onto my stomach, taking all the weight away from my limbs, and drove into me with so much power I couldn’t stop screaming.

“Am I going to fucking break you, Kyle?” he growled in my ear.

There was nothing to hold on to. The sand slipped through my fingers. The rocks and shells were too small. All I had was the chilly air, the darkness surrounding us, and the incessant pounding of his massive cock.

“No,” I panted.

“Then, I’m not fucking you hard enough.”

He positioned me just the way he wanted and rocked into me harder than I ever thought I could take. I didn’t need to put my fingers on my clit, rubbing it in circles to make the build start. The friction between us was enough, the added closeness, the way he took command of my body, the feeling of him on me.

He gnawed on my neck, chewing the skin around the side of my throat, and across my shoulder. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “And so wet.”

The power increased in his thrusting, in his biting.

I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed with pleasure, with pain, and both were spreading throughout my entire body.

“Garin, I’m so close…”

I found myself in the air again as he flipped me onto my back. My lungs had a chance to fill, my muscles a moment to relax, but it didn’t last long. Seconds later, his power and size were driving right back into me.

“I want you to look at me when you come,” he demanded. His thumb landed on my clit, circling my swollen bud.

I moaned so loud that it shook my chest. “Oh my God.”

Each time he rocked his hips forward, his abs constricted. They were as tight as they had been in the cell, and the hair on his body was just the way I had dreamed it. He stayed fully