over and over, grinding against my backside with every single one. My hips faltered, and his fingers trailed through my hair, wrenching it back as he pulled me up against him. I dropped my head onto his chest while his hands slipped to my hips and lifted, seating him deeper into my body. He fucked me hard and without mercy, and I loved it. I didn’t fucking want vanilla. I wanted this.
Torrin was unhinged with need, and mine met his like we were two massive storms colliding and combining into one. This was hate fucking now, and fuck if I didn’t love it. It made me feel dirty and used, and I craved it. He unseated me, tossing me to the bed before stalking over to me.
Yanking my legs apart, he leaned down, caging my body beneath his much larger one. Torrin’s hands pushed onto the bed on either side of my head. His cock slid against my wet entrance, and I opened my mouth to tell him what I craved when he thrust forward, stalling the words as a scream took precedence.
I slipped my hands around his back as he fucked me hard and fast, watching my eyes while he gave me what we both craved. I smiled, staring into his hooded gaze before my nails drug across his back, and he howled. He sat up to grab them, slamming them down beneath his hands while he thrust painfully into my body.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes,” I shouted as I lifted my hips, slamming my body against his with every thrust, meeting his need with my own while he watched me.
Torrin slammed into me harder, faster, and made sure I felt every single inch of him. Leaning his head down, he bit into my lip as I groaned, rocking my hips to meet his cock. He released my hands, gliding them behind my head to pull me up with him. He yanked my hair back, exposing my throat, which he dragged his lips over my skin, kissing the thundering pulse while I took control of the position.
I rode him, uncaring if he held control or I did. He could have it because the next orgasm was already rising to shoot through my body. It started in my toes, slipped up my thighs, wrapped around my clit, and exited through my mouth as a breathless cry. My eyes opened, and I screamed his name to the heavens, shuddering so violently that he had to hold me through it.
Torrin growled, and I felt him filling me, releasing his need within me. He continued to hold me through the violence of his release, causing my body to milk his, holding him within me.
We fell over onto the bed, both of us panting in labored breathing that filled our lungs. Torrin hadn’t exited my body, and already he was growing hard for more.
A satisfied smile curved my lips while I lifted my leg over his hip, rocking against him while he gazed into my eyes. I could do this for a few hours, but my body was already deliciously sore. His eyes dropped to where we were joined, and something dark and wicked passed through them. He watched me using him, grinding against his steel length while another orgasm was building.
“You’re beautiful, Little Bird,” he uttered as if it pained him to say it.
“Shut up and fucking give me what I want,” I growled, pushing him down while I took control. He smiled, moving to sit up, but I shoved him down hard.
My eyes held his, daring him to take control. He smiled wickedly and rolled us, pushing deep into my body in one fluid motion.
“You’re not the fucking alpha in this bed, woman,” he laughed darkly, lifting black eyes to hold mine. “Let’s see how dirty you really are, shall we?” He placed his hand around my throat while his other slid to my clit, twisting it until I was bouncing on the bed with the orgasm that shot through me without warning. He released my clit, running his fingertip over it softly. “I don’t remember saying you could come. Do you?” he asked sarcastically. He pushed my legs up to my shoulders, going hard and angry against my body.
I screamed, exploding around him from the multitude of sensations he created within me. Torrin wasn’t good at sex; he was a master, showing me what it could be like with the right man. He removed the idea of what I’d wanted,