I lick my lips and nod. He places his hands on my hips and guides me upwards until the entrance of my pussy is hovering over his thick, throbbing crown. The sting of both pleasure and pain jolts through my womb when I lower down, taking in the first inch of his cock.
“Go slower, Ava. You may be wet but your body needs time to adjust.”
My breathing stops when he raises his eyes from watching our fire-combusting connection to me. No apprehension. No concern. Nothing but admiration is sparked in his eyes. He groans, and a swear words seeps from his lips when I slam down hard, taking every inch of his cock in one quick motion.
“Fuck, Ava,” he growls, his fingertips bending as he obtains a tight grip on my hips, securing me to his pelvis. “I said to take it slow.”
I shake my head. “You said to only take as much of your cock as I can handle.” My words are breathless, my body relishing being stretched so wide.
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you,” Hugo retaliates, his voice firm.
I stare into his narrowed eyes. “There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain.”
Pleasure rockets through my body when he slaps my backside with enough force, fiery heat spreads across both cheeks. He stares into my eyes while soothing the sting of his slap with a gentle rub of his hand.
“There is a very fine line between pleasure and pain. But there are other ways you can achieve that thrill than using my cock.”
“But I like your cock,” I breathe out heavily.
A meow purrs through my lips when his cock twitches, stretching me even wider.
“I take that back. Iloveyour cock.”I’ve never felt so whole.
The smile stretching across his face is nearly enough to make me come. My god he is beautiful, a flawless specimen hand-crafted by god himself. I could stay here like this forever: our bodies connected in the most intimate way, his heartbeat felt through my palms resting on his chest as I stare dotingly into his eyes. It’s perfect. Better than any dream I’ve ever had. It is a memory I'll cherish forever – until the end of eternity.
Twenty-Five
Ava
My eyes snap open when a deep, tormented moan ripples through my ears. A strange unknown environment surrounds me. Rich, dark coloring and a manly feel to the space make my concern even more noticeable. When another pained sound resonates through the quiet, I suddenly realize why I’ve awoken. It wasn’t the thumping of my head from a lack of sleep or the thrumming of my pulse from experiencing countless orgasms overnight. It is the sound of someone in the midst of a nightmare.
I gingerly rise from the bed just as Hugo screams, “Get off!” at the top of his lungs. His leg kicks out in front of him and his fists curl into tight, constricted balls. His face contorts with pain as he thrashes against the mattress.
“Stop it! Stop it! Get off!” he screams before a tormented cry shreds from his throat.
I scamper across the bed and crawl onto my knees. My hands shake as I lift them to offer him comfort. Before I can get my hands anywhere near him, his hands shoot out and snatch my wrists. My face winces when a sharp pain jolts up my arm from his rigid hold.
“Get off!” he screams again.
Ice-cold fear chills my veins when he tightens his grip on my wrist. An animalistic groan tears from his stern, shut lips as he shoves me away from him. From the brutal force of his throw, I sail off the bed and land halfway across the room. Tears prick my eyes. Not from the pain of my wrist jarring against the carpeted floor, but from the terrified mask hampering Hugo’s face. His eyes rapidly move under his eyelids as his nightmare continues to wreak havoc on his usually cheeky nature. He needs to wake up. I need to wake him up.
“Hugo, wake up!” I shout from a distance, too scared to go near him but still wanting to ease him out of his nightmare.
His violent thrashing stills, but his face remains contorted with pain.
“Wake up!” I scream again as the first lot of tears spill from my eyes.
Abruptly, his eyes pop open. His chest is heaving up and down; his pupils are the size of dinner plates, and his body is covered with a dense layer of sweat. Panting hard, his panicked eyes dart around the room. When he notices me sprawled on the ground, the sternness on his face dissipates and a new, unreadable shield slips in its place.
“Ava?” His voice is extra hoarse from the tormented screams released during his nightmare.
I can tell the instant the reality of the situation hits him, as the pain in his eyes firms. He climbs off the bed and kneels to stand in front of me. Because of how much he is sweating, his woodsy scent is even more alluring than normal.
“Did I hurt you? Are you hurt?” he asks as his eyes assess every inch of my face and body.
The rapid shake of my head sends tears flying off my cheeks.
“Then why are you crying?” His eyes drift to the bed several feet from me. “And why are you in the middle of the floor?”
