It isn’t an outlet for rage. It’s something to ground himself with so he can fuck me into the mattress with a force that could split me in half.
My mouth drops open with a throaty moan as his bicep expands and he braces himself against the wall, gripping my thigh with his other hand and holding my leg spread wide for him.
He fucks me with deep drives of his hips. Over and over. His piercings create a toe-curling friction as he pumps, and his balls hammer against my skin with each quickening stroke.
“You’re so wet,” he grits, driving in deeper.
“You feel so good,” I pant, widening my thighs as much as I can around his thick torso.
“Fuck,” he groans as he drills into me.
The bed frame sways. It’s a camp style one on four wooden legs, and each forward drive of his body into mine sets it moving like a ship on stormy seas.
“It’s going to break,” I moan as he delivers another deep thrust that has my eyes rolling in my head.
“Let. It. Fucking. Break.” Each word is delivered with a powerful thrust of his hips.
“Oh God,” I murmur, sinking my nails into his shoulders as he rails into me.
He fucks me harder.
It must be a front leg that buckles under his efforts, because the mattress lurches down and to one side, tilting my head lower than my feet.
He doesn’t stop, just replants his hand lower on the wall and continues to fuck me into another dimension.
“Jude, Jesus… fucking squeeze me again.”
My name groaned from his sinful lips like that as he pins his gaze on mine sends shockwaves through my body until they center and swirl around my clit.
He squeezes my thigh, then brings his thumb to his lips, sucking on it roughly. The second the warm pad, wet with his saliva, presses against my clit I convulse beneath him.
“Good girl. Come on my cock.”
I struggle to get a full lungful of air in as he rubs circles over my clit and pounds my pussy with determined thrusts. Hismuscular ass drives his hips forward with unwavering power. He really could fuck all night like this and not break a sweat.
The thought makes a fresh wave of slick arousal rush from me, lubing up his cock.
He grunts. “So damn good, aren’t you? Such a good girl that loves me fucking her, huh? You want to come all over my cock, don’t you?”
A whimper is all I can manage in response.
I gaze up into his intense stare. Nothing else matters in this moment. Not names. Not pasts.
Just two people needing something from one another.
Him. Me.
“I’m close,” I pant.
His jaw tightens. “Fuck yeah, you are. I can feel it.”
He never breaks pace, and I pant and writhe beneath him, being driven wild by his thumb strumming my clit and his cock pounding into me.
My core winds so tight that I start to tremble.
He juts his chin arrogantly, knowing this is all because of him.
“Good girl. Go on.”
