legs, widening them so that the slash of my pussy is bared for him, my tight curls glistening with my lust. As Berrin crawls up my body, his strong arm muscles flexing as he moves, my heart pounds in my chest and my stomach muscles tighten. Fuck, this man is so goddamn sexy.
He hovers above me, his dick resting against my parted pussy lips. I jerk my hips, sliding against him and coating him with my wet heat, moaning at the steel length of him. Berrin groans, his eyes flashing with hunger.
“I wanted to take my time with you. I wanted to taste you first, but I don’t think I can wait,” he growls, baring his teeth. He looks almost feral, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more.
“Do it then. Fuck me, Berrin.” I don’t think about protection. I don’t think about anything other than my need for him to fuck me. It’s irresponsible, stupid, but I can’t stop now. I don’t want to.
He doesn’t need to be told twice as he positions himself against my opening and slides into me with one hard thrust, seating himself balls deep inside. My toes curl, my wrists yank on the restraints as everything goes taut and the sound of my desire bursts free from my mouth.
“That’s it, darling, scream for me,” he grinds out, another guttural moan spurring him on as he powers into me, not giving me time to adjust to his size. It doesn’t matter though, because I’m slick enough to allow him easy entry. I can feel my internal walls fisting his cock, drawing him in deeper and this time he’s the one to cry out.
“I need to touch you,” I weep. My fingers curl and release with frustration as I pull against the restraints and lift my head off the mattress so that I can run my lips across his collarbone and sink my teeth into the veins protruding from his neck. He tastes just like his smells, like the sweetest honey with a hint of woodsmoke. A lethal combination.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect just like I knew you would be,” he exclaims, before slamming his lips against mine and fucking me with his skilful mouth and tongue. Our lips crash against each other in a violent kiss that makes me gush with wetness. I’m helpless beneath him, unable to wrap my arms or legs around his body like I want to do, and it’s both frustrating and a complete turn on. There’s nothing I can do but go with it and revel in his absolute determination to get us both off. His beard scratches against my skin as he moves his lips over my chin and down my throat all the while slamming into me with such power that I can already feel the orgasm glowing brightly within my core. My pussy tightens around his cock, milking it for all it’s worth. Berrin grinds in and out, pulling his cock out to the tip before thrusting back inside me over and over again until my eyes are rolling back in my head and I’m falling into the clutches of an orgasm that I know will shatter me.
“That’s it, darling. Take me, take all of me,” Berrin grunts, rutting into me like a man possessed. He has one hand pressed into the mattress by my head and the other grasping my arse as he lifts me up.
“Oh. My. God! Berrin!” I scream, not caring about how I sound, how desperate, how needy. This feels right. This is right.
Berrin holds me steady, my arse lifted off the bed and held in his large hand as he thrusts until we’re both crying out with an orgasm so intense that my whole body shakes with it. Waves of pleasure roll through me and I’m shuddering beneath him as he pulls out, spilling his seed in strings of cum all over my belly and chest.
Chapter Ten
A couple of hours later, Berrin and I are sitting in the kitchen eating the most delicious vegetable soup and crusty bread. The soup is seasoned perfectly, and the bread is homemade. My hair is still damp after taking a shower, and I’m wearing one of Berrin’s long black t-shirts and a pair of his joggers, feeling entirely at ease and satiated.
“Mathieson is a really good cook,” I say, popping the last piece of bread drenched in soup into my mouth and savouring the taste as I chew.
“He is, but this time he can’t take the