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“This is not going to work unless you give me all of you. Don’t hold anything back, Storm,” he groans, as he teases a finger through my wet folds, the sound of his voice making my toes curl in the sheets. I tilt my hips forward and he chuckles. “So impatient at times,” he murmurs, not doing anything but staring at me. My cheeks flush and I have the urge to turn my head, but I don’t, and he sighs. His fingers dig in my flesh, and he shoves his leg between mine, pushing upward until he’s rubbing against my slick pussy.
I moan, rocking against his hard thigh. He kisses my nipple, sealing his lips around my left one, not taking his eyes off me. I close them while he trails kisses up my neck.
“Open your eyes,” he warns, his voice so low and rough at the same time. “Look at me, Storm,” he orders, and my eyes travel from his, all the way down, and I swallow when they land on his throbbing cock, the vein on the side protruding against the velvet skin.
“I’m going to take it slow, until we find out what you like,” he promises, kissing a path down my neck, and I give into him. I know he’ll try not to hurt me. He forces my legs apart and moves over my body. I watch him stroke his length and run his finger over the precum at the tip. I’m already panting, and sweat breaks out all over my body. What if I’m not good enough, what if we aren’t good together?
“Hey, look at me,” he says, his hair tickling my face. “I’ll take care of you.” Sealing his mouth over mine, all wet tongues and teasing, he grins against my parted lips.
I nod and run my trembling fingers down his back. Letting go of his hard cock, he grabs my thighs and forces me up. He keeps staring at me, all in control, while I’m a quivering mess under his strong body. He strokes my pussy lips and parts them to look at me. I try to push his hand away, but he slaps my clit in warning. “Keep your hands above your head, under the pillow, and make sure they don’t move.”
My eyes slide shut as he licks the side of my neck, probably tasting my sweat. “You taste so sweet, I can’t get enough,” he lowly growls, and even smells my armpit. I rock against his thigh, wanting nothing more than for him to make me come. Why is he taking it slow? I think as I rub myself against him again, my pussy lips parting against his thigh. He chuckles, and from the sound alone, I open my eyes. It’s boyish and demanding at the same time.
He nestles the head of his cock against my entrance. “This might hurt a little again,” he warns, and grabs my left hand with his and laces our fingers together. “You trust me, fuck, you’re shaking, kitten.”
I nod, I do trust him, but I’m also scared of what’s going to happen when we go down this path. The way he’s holding my hands, pressing my fingers into the sheets is hot as hell. I’m not the only one who’s shaking, the way his muscles strain as he holds up all his weight on his forearms has him breaking out in a sheen of sweat. And I want a taste. He pushes a little forward and I cry out as wetness seeps down my leg. I struggle to get comfortable, and he flashes me a lopsided smile. I need this. I need him to fuck me. I want this, I want him. I might be someone to pass the time for him, I’ll take it, because maybe he’s the darkness I’ve been searching for, for so long.
He lines his cock at my entrance as he shoots upward without warning. I scream his name and he grunts. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he says, disappearing in another inch of my clinging pussy. Before he slams in all the way.
“Summer,” I moan as he stills on top of me, little droplets of sweat running down his handsome face.
“Ahh, fuck, you feel so good, kitten,” he purrs and kisses me before licking my neck. It hurts having him inside, it burns in all the right ways. Feeling bold, I push upward, meeting his slow thrust, and he grunts my name like he’s reciting a freaking poem.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, driving back into me, picking up his pace. I clutch at his back, digging my nails in deep, and he swears, holding my hands captive in an embrace while the other slides under my ass, helping me meet his brutal stabs over and over until I’m begging him to stop, to make me come. The way he slams into me is without mercy. It’s hard and relentless, like he wants to break me in two and glue me or himself back together. My breasts rub against his sweat covered body, only adding to the thrill of him fucking me without holding back, and I cry out as I tighten around his length.
He yanks my hips up and snarls, impaling me on his cock over and over, while my heart slams in my chest. The way we’re kissing isn’t pretty, it’s demanding, rough and hard, like him. He wants to make me hurt, I see it in the way he looks at me, he gets off on it, and I love it. I might have been a little scared before but there is an undercurrent to him waiting to get out, like a tiger ready to pounce. He narrows his eyes when I meet his pushes, and when his large hand lands on my throat, I stiffen.
“Easy, babe,” he coos, his fingers playing some secret tune on my neck. Like he’s trying out how far he can take it. He disappears into me again and our skin slapping fills the room. Pain radiates through every nerve ending of my body. And I have trouble breathing.
“Look at me,” he orders, linking our fingers together again while the other guides my chin up as he rains kisses all over my face until they land on my mouth.
“I, oh god,” I cry out when his cock drags along my walls. I’m so close, I need to come so bad it hurts.
“Breathe, kitten,” he says, concern shining through his deep voice. I focus on him as he slowly starts to move, not near as hard as before. I know he’s holding back, he’s doing it for me.
“It hurts, Sum,” I moan, our linked fingers disappearing under the pillow.
“I know, baby, you’re so goddam tight, I’m not going to last much longer,” he says through gritted teeth, while sweat drips down the side of his face.
“I’m sorry,” I say, looking away.
He grabs my chin and turns my head to him. “Never say sorry, I’m the one who should be sorry taking you like this, hurting you like this.” His cock twitches when he sees me flinch from another brutal stab.
“I love how you arch for me,” he tells me, following a finger over the sweat running down my breasts. My pussy clamps down on his dick as he pushes out and in again, with a lopsided smile tugging on his lips.
“Fuck, kitten,” he hums, leaning his forehead against mine. “Open your eyes.”
I do as he tells me and watch as his hips start to move in a relentless rhythm. I writhe beneath his body and arch my back, wanting him to go deeper to fill me up.
“Please,” I beg, meeting his forceful thrusts. “I need…”
“What?” he growls, stilling above me.
“Don’t hold back, I can take it,” I tell him, locking eyes.
“You sure about that?” he asks, as a muscle in his jaw jumps. He adjusts his position and slams into me while I wail. “That’s it, baby, give yourself over to me. I’ll make everything go away,” he says, and there is a promise in his voice.
I whimper as the orgasm bubbles to the surface. I want it so bad that I try to meet his pounding until I shatter, the release breaking me until I have trouble catching my breath while I scream his name. With one last powerful strike, his hips stutter and he comes on a roar, spilling his cum deep inside. Panting, he collapses on top of me, crushing my breasts against his chest while I wrap my arms around him.
