There was none of the pain she had been told to expect. It was different and strange, but good. So very good. He was so big she felt impaled on his cock. It was obscene to think about how deep he had reached inside her. As if sharing her thought, he put his huge hand on her lower belly to feel the movement of their now joined bodies. He groaned as he bottomed out inside her, reaching as far as he could go, and she mewled, her inner muscles squeezing him and drawing another groan from his throat. “Your little cunt is going to kill me.”
The dirty words left her lightheaded and aching. He started to thrust into her, using steady strokes to ease her into the new experience of being fucked. She hooked her ankles behind his backside, anchoring herself to him. Cipher leaned down to kiss her, claiming her mouth in a way that mimicked what he was doing with his cock. His tongue thrusted against hers, and she whimpered at he overwhelming sensuality of the moment.
“You feel so good, Brook.” He kissed her cheek and then her jaw. “You’re so hot and wet.” He punctuated his words with a harder thrust, and she cried out, shocked by the sensations he evoked. “Do you like that? Do you want me to fuck you? Hard? Fast?”
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Yes. Please.”
“Please what?” He nipped at her neck and soothed the bite with his tongue. “Beg me, Brook.”
“Please, sir,” she pleaded, her gaze clashing with his. “Please fuck me, sir.”
He growled and gripped the front of her collar. With her hands restrained overhead and his hand on her collar, she was trapped right where he wanted her—and that was exactly where she wanted to be. It felt perfect. It felt right to be completely at his mercy as he thrust into her again and again, driving them both toward the promise of a climax that would leave them dizzy.
His other hand moved between their bodies, and the first flick of his fingers on her clit had her screaming. Stretched around his cock, her pussy was on fire. She felt sensations in places she hadn’t known existed until that moment, places she committed to memory because she wanted to feel them again and again.
“I’m going to come, sir.” The words tumbled out of her mouth unbidden. She clenched her thighs around his waist as he picked up the pace, pounding her into the bed.
“Let me feel it,” he urged, still gripping the front of her collar. “Let me feel your tight little pussy milking me for every last drop.”
His deep, rumbling voice pushed her over the edge. She cried out with pure joy as her climax exploded from her core. What she had experienced earlier was nothing compared to the utter elation of being filled and stretched as she orgasmed. It was another level of pleasure, and it rocked her whole world.
“Brook,” he groaned. “Brook. Brook. Brook.” He slid deep, knocking the air from her lungs, and his hips stuttered. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the heat of him filling her. She kept her legs around his waist, holding him inside her as he rocked and shuddered.
When he was spent, he unfurled the fingers holding her collar and captured her mouth. His kisses were gentle but passionate. He rode the aftershocks with her, reaching up to release her wrists while they exchanged slow and easy kisses. He wrapped his arms around her, rolling onto his back and bringing her with him. He stayed buried inside her as he cradled her to his chest and combed his fingers through her hair.
Closing her eyes, she snuggled in closer. There was so much she wanted to discuss with him, but she was so totally overwhelmed by what she had experienced she needed to rest. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to need exactly what she did. Safe in his arms, she drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, she woke to the smell of something delicious and the ticklish sensation of Cipher’s fingertips gliding up and down her spine. She had rolled onto her belly at some point during her nap, and now he was behind her, kissing her neck and shoulders and waking her with soft caresses. She mewled and wiggled back against him, feeling the heat of his bare chest and the stiff fabric of his pants. “Is it late?”