Page 41 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

I ease my hips down a little more, sinking over his cock. Covering him, like the girl described in her post. I feel in control. Like I’m the one calling the shots.

“Move your hips with mine, Ivy. Yeah,” he says, when I respond. “Like that. You’re driving me fucking crazy with this slow stuff.”

But I like it. It’s perfect. I’m used to his thickness now. The stretching feeling is going away. I’m actually enjoying myself.

“I’d like to flip you over, Ivy. Push your face into the mattress. I’d pound you hard. I’d pull your fucking hair so hard, pull your head so far back, you’d have to look me in the eyes as my other hand wrapped around your throat. I’d kiss your mouth as I made you come all over my dick.”

I can feel my next orgasm building. I’m bewildered by all of this. The way he’s talking to me. What he’s doing to me. It’s everything I thought it’d be. He is everything in bed. Everything a girl wants.

“Come, Ivy. Come right now.”

I do. I come. I come and he holds me close, makes me feel so close to him. I bite his shoulder as the wave of pleasure makes me shudder. And I wait for him to do the same. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t stop, his hips never stop that motion. And before I know it, he’s thrusting up against me. I realize then that he wasn’t fully inside me… but he is now.

I scream from the pain, and all Nolan hears is the pleasure of my orgasm. Because he breathes hard in my ear, saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over again. And then he stops. “My turn, Ivy. My way now.”

He rolls us over, his crushing weight pushing me into the bed, but all I’m thinking about is the relief of not having him pounding his dick into me.

A second later I’m face down on the mattress, his chest pushing hard against my back. His mouth on the back of my neck. “Now you’ll see how I do it. None of that soft shit, Ivy. I like it hard. And when I’m done, you’ll like it hard too.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. just the way he told me he would.

He pulls hard, making me look up at the ceiling. I concentrate on it as he thrusts his dick back into my pussy.

I scream again, the pain shooting through my body.

“Fuck, yes,” Nolan says, his face hovering over mine now. Hiding the view of the ceiling. “Scream, Ivy. I like the way you scream.”

He fucks me.

Hard. And when he’s ready, he pulls out, rips the condom off, flips me over, and says, “Open your fucking mouth.”

I do it automatically. Like I’m under some kind of spell. And then he comes all over my face, my tongue, my hair.

And when he’s done, he collapses on top of me, rolls to the side when I grunt and try to escape, and wraps his arms around me. “We’re going to do this again. Later, when I’m not so sleepy and content.”

I cry into my pillow, sticky and wet from his come. I wipe as much of it as I can on the pillowcase and then just lie still as the hours tick off. I don’t fall asleep until there’s a crack of light coming through the closed blinds.

I feel like I just barely closed my eyes when Nolan gets up and walks into the bathroom. I roll over and watch him disappear inside, then scoot over on to the other side of the bed so he won’t get any funny ideas about fucking me again when he comes back. I pretend to sleep. I squeeze my eyes closed and start breathing heavy. Faking it.

He returns a few minutes later, but he doesn’t join me in bed. I feel a wave of relief. I can’t fuck him again. Ever. He’s too much. Way too much. That hurt so bad last night. It wiped away all the stuff I loved. I will never have sex again, I know it. My vagina is permanently damaged.

“What the fuck, Ivy?” Nolan asks, annoyed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were on your period? I would’ve put a towel down.”

“I’m not—” I stop. Because I realize what’s on the bed. Blood. Evidence of my lie.

But before I can say anything else, someone is pounding on his door.

“Nolan!” Claudette’s voice booms from outside. “Open this fucking door, right now!”

Chapter Seventeen - Nolan

“I thought you said your sister was out of town?”

I just stare at Ivy, ignoring my sister’s tantrum. “What do you mean you’re not on your period? Then why were you bleeding last night?” It’s not a lot of blood, but it’s definitely blood.

“Nolan,” Ivy says. “I can explain.”

“Explain what?”