His fingers dug into my hips, jerking me back. One hand soared up to clutch my nape, grabbing my braid and shoving my face against the couch while his other fisted himself and teased my entrance with his cock.
I bit the leather, rocking and wriggling, fighting his predator’s hold.
His hips shot forward.
His grunt of victory dripped down my back as he took me.
We went from two separate entities to one. Joined by sex. Bound by the need to mate. His cock spread and filled every cavern of me.
Thick and long. Throbbing and taking.
Nothing had ever felt so good, so filling, so right.
He didn’t wait for my body to accept him before withdrawing and slamming back in. My breasts jiggled beneath my shirt as he thrust over and over again. The couch squeaked on the hardwood floor as he ravished me, plundered me, crawled deep, deep inside me and made me his.
My cries were fed directly into his furniture as I arched as much as I could, begging him to take everything.
And he did.
He groaned and grinded, drowning me beneath his passion.
He hurt me.
He didn’t hurt me enough.
He drove me high, high, high and at the very top of the most blistering orgasm, he granted me wings and flew with me.
Spiralling, thrusting, riding each other on the climax vortex, our cries blending into one as our bodies drained each other of pleasure.
We gave each other what we needed.
We came over and over.
We chased our joy until our pleasure turned into pain and we had nothing else to give.
He collapsed onto his knees, dragging me off the couch to fall on his chest.
His cock stayed inside me, twitching and hungry.
I didn’t care I lay spread and lewd on top of him.
And there we stayed, catching our breath, covered in sweat, waiting for the next indecent wave.
The next thirst.
The next monstrous urge to fuck.
* * * * *
It felt like mere heartbeats passed and he was ready again, thickening inside me with new desire.
Withdrawing, he rolled me onto my back and kicked the coffee table away, pressing me onto the grey carpet at the foot of his couch. Sliding over my body, our skin brushed, my nipples pebbled, and his blue eyes glowed so similar to Sully’s intensity.
My stomach clenched with pain, wanting this illusion to stop, wishing it was Sully who looked at me the way this man did—full of awe and incredulous gratefulness that he got to touch me.
It felt nice to be wanted so desperately.
Nice to see the brokenness inside him, knowing I alone had the power to cure him.
His hand cupped my cheek gently.
I flinched at the power hissing between us, a bond that was fake compared to the truth between Sully and me—the truth he tried so damn hard to deny.
I needed, needed, needed.
Angling his hips, the man settled between my legs, spreading me, groaning as his hardness slipped into my wetness.
“Oh…” I moaned, confused and teased by his controlled possession.
My body screeched for a hostile takeover. To be abused and used, to be wrung dry and pleasured. But…having him so deep and still inside me was a new type of delicious torture.
I hadn’t expected slow or sweet. No fierce impale, no anger or argument. Just a glide of his body into mine, an invasion of his soul knocking on the door of my own.
My core squeezed around him, begging him to rock. The size of him stretched me until all my focus locked where we joined.
I’m so close…
I wanted to come again, to use his body in my quest of never-ending bliss.
“You know…” He bent and brushed his lips against mine, dark disbelief in his tone. “I’m helplessly in love with you.”
I jerked at the sincerity he kissed me with, the absolute joy and miserable horror that followed as an aftertaste.
“I’m not supposed to be in love with you,” he growled. “It should never have fucking happened.”
I kissed him back, my pussy clenching around his cock again, hungering for something other than sweet. As much as love notes and heart confessions ought to woo a girl…I didn’t need wooing.
I needed fucking…now.
“What about your son?” I murmured, arching my back and rocking my hips into his.
He groaned, grinding with me, changing my rhythm into an erotic beat. “What about him?”
I frowned as the man drove upward, thrusting deep, signalling whatever softness existed was now over. “You can’t do that