“Fuck,” he said and pushed his cock inside me.
I gasped, leaning up to grip his arms.
“Yes,” I cried, feeling him spread me open. “Aah, yes. So good.”
I felt every ripple, every vein as the blunt tip forced its way inside. I was tender, it hurt, and I loved it.
When he pulled back only to slide back in, I clenched around him, trying to keep him inside of me.
“No. Keep it open for me,” he murmured, kissing my cheek before he lowered his head, and his mouth covered my nipple.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, clinging to him as he began to fuck me with deep strokes.
Each time he slammed into me, I felt him deep in my belly. He sucked on my flesh, moving from one breast to the other, teasing me until I leaked all over his cock.
“That's my good girl. Take every inch. No one's ever taken my dick the way you can, baby,” he said, kissing his way up my chest. “And no one ever will.”
His beard scraped along my neck and jaw until his lips found mine. He pressed his weight on my hips, fucking me faster while pillaging my mouth.
Pinned down, spread open and fucked so deep that I couldn't breathe, but I loved it. Every inch. Every second.
I moaned into his mouth, pushing my tongue against his in a silent battle.
He growled, thrusting his tongue in time with each savage downward slap of his hips, hitting something deep in my belly. His back grew damp, and he lifted his head, grunting while he stared at me.
“Mine. My tight little cunt. My good girl,” he snarled.
My lips were wet and bruised, but I nodded, unable to speak.
He changed his pace, slow and deep, grinding against me as if he wanted to live inside of me.
“My sexy little come whore. You love it. You love being fucked by my monster dick.”
My pussy began to flutter, and I dug my nails into him.
“Open and ready for your landlord to fuck his baby into you. Filthy slut,” he said, slamming into me with brute strength.
My back arched, pressing myself up as the rapid pleasure burst inside of me. A strangled cry left my throat as my muscles clamped down on him. The blinding pleasure was off the scales, my eyes rolled back, and I succumbed to the bliss.
He began to move again, rapid pumps of his hips which extended my pleasure.
I slid my hands up his back, uncaring of the sweat, to grip his nape. The muscles bunched up as he roared. His cock pulsated inside of me. Hot come splashed inside, I hooked my legs around him, before I closed my eyes, just for a few moments. The last thing I heard was him sighing my name. It shouldn't have meant anything, but the reverence made me cling to him a little tighter.
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I woke up in total darkness, disoriented and confused.
For a second, I had no idea where I was. The sheets were unfamiliar—cool and smooth—and the smell was unmistakably Alistair. Masculine, clean and sinfully comforting.
I blinked a few times. Still nothing.
The curtains must’ve been drawn tight, because the entire room felt swallowed in black.
My fingers instinctively rose to my face—no glasses.
I reached out blindly, patting both sides of the bed until my knuckles knocked into a nightstand. Fumbling, I found the familiar weight of my glasses and slipped them on.
That’s when it hit me.
