I moan into his mouth because his lips are demanding and crushing and fueled by desire, which is exactly what I need right now. I don’t want his restraint or to feel like I’m a wounded bird.I want the delicious force of him wanting me so badly that he can’t control himself, empowering me in the same light.
I drag my hands down his chest. His skin is hot. His muscles hard and thick. I reach for his belt and pull his hips to mine, moaning when I feel the rigid outline of his cock pressing against me.
I want him so badly my body aches more than my stomach.
“Silas,” I moan his name between hot, desperate kisses. “I need you.”
I don’t want to face reality yet. There’s urgency in making sure everything that happened last night wasn’t made up in my head.
I hear the click as he turns off the cooktop. Then he moves swiftly with the urgency I was chasing. He spins me around and presses me against the counter, his hands pushing the T-shirt up to my waist. He drags my panties down my legs, and I step out of them.
He slides his hand up the inside of my thigh, and when his fingers feel how wet I already am for him, he lets out a half groan, half growl.
“Fuck, you’re dripping wet for me,” he rasps.
He finds my clit and circles it with his thumb, and my arms nearly give out.
“Don’t tease me,” I pant. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me now.”
I hear him unbuckle his belt. Hear the sound of his zip lower. And then the thick, slick head of his cock presses against my entrance, and every cell in my body screams yes as he drives it into me.
One stroke, so deep. My eyes slam shut, and I crush my teeth into my bottom lip.
Oh God.
He pulls back and slams into me again, and I cry out loud.
Yes, this is exactly what I needed, not to be handled like a breakable thing. My legs tremble beneath his power.
My half-hooded eyes burst open as he watches me intently. “Is your back hurting this morning? Don’t you usually put more effort in?” I half joke, lightening the intensity of the mood as we silently recognize that there is no getting out of this for either of us. And right now, I feel like with him, I can take on the world.
He charms a half smile as he slams into me, driving his cock deep and hard. I buck beneath his force, my legs still shaking.
He wraps his hand around my throat, cutting off most of my air supply as he fucks me. “Act like a brat, and you’ll be punished like one,” he growls.
His filthy promise makes my pussy clench tight around him, wanting to punish him in the same way he does me.
He groans.
“You feel what you do to me?” he grits out. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
I do. I feel everything. The thick drag of his cock inside me. The wet, explicit sound of our bodies meeting over and over and over with every thick, punishing stroke.
“Yes.” I can barely gasp through his thick chokehold, riding the high it gives me. “More,” I barely rasp out, begging for my fix. His eyes light with fire, knowing that I will only beg for him and only when in a self-serving mood.
I need this. This wild, consuming oblivion where nothing else exists but us and the pleasure he thrusts into me. Because at this moment, I am truly free. There is no fear. No panic. Just this man’s urgency for me and the sweet, sweet sensation of his cock moving in and out of me.
I feel my orgasm build. A sweet tension swelling inside. And Silas moaning and thrusting hard into me pushes me closer and closer toward the edge.
My legs begin to shake. My arms tremble. And the pressure between my thighs… God, it’s unbearable. I curl my hands into fists on the counter and drop my head as the pleasure crashes into me with the force of a tidal wave. I let out a low, drawn-out moan.
“That’s a good girl,” he commands in a low, wrecked voice. “Come all over my cock.”
His words ruin me, and I come apart with a cry, my pussy convulsing around his cock.
Oh fuck…
Silas follows me over the edge with a guttural roar, and with one deep, hard thrust he buries his pulsing cock to the hilt and holds himself there as he comes. I feel everything. His cock pulsating as he jets into me. My pussy clenching around him. His fingers gripping my hips, carefully placed around my scars. The quiet after the storm.
