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“That’s right. Cry for me, little girl.”
He pulls out and then his hips thrust back in. I screech at the repeated invasion and he grips my hair at the nape of my neck, gathering it in his hand and jerking my head so that I can’t avert my eyes.
“Fucking look at me while I defile you, angel.”
So I do. Tears pouring down my cheeks, I look up at him and wonder who this cruel and terrible and fucked up and perfect man is.
Perfect for me.
I’ve had men who wanted to hurt me before. With whips and paddles and canes. But this is what I’ve needed. For the sex itself to hurt.
For my partner to want it to hurt.
And I see it so clearly in his eyes. He wants to punish me. He wants to fuck me until I sob. The satisfaction and intensity and pleasure burning in his eyes as he looks down on me, our faces so close we’re sharing a breath—
A shudder wracks my body as I come again, harder than before.
I see his surprise as he feels it. His eyes widen in wonder.
And then his mouth comes crashing down on mine. His tongue is as invasive as his cock and I bite and suck on it as I continue coming, the wave hot and sharp and bright, fizzling out through my limbs as we continue to kiss and fuck.
It’s only seconds later when I feel him stiffen and then his fingers clench my hair even tighter and he kisses me harder then ever as he pumps cum deep in my ass.
He rolls us to the side, cradling my head on his arm as we both gasp for breath in the moments afterwards.
Holy shit.
Did that really just—
I mean… holy shit.
That was the hottest and best sex of my life, bar none. And most of it was anal. What the hell? I hate anal. I’ve always hated anal. Haven’t I?
I’ve only done it a few times before. All with Bryce and all when he was punishing me with some new mindfuck.
But this… this was something altogether different.
Dylan kisses the top of my head as he cradles me to his chest and I feel like bursting out in a fresh round of tears.
A few minutes later, he gets up and gently helps me to my feet. Without a word, he finds my bedroom with attached bathroom and starts a bath running. The water quickly steams the mirror and hairs on my arm prickle. I feel cold as my sweaty skin cools.
A minute later, Dylan takes my hand and together, we step into my large bathtub. It’s one of the few luxuries my house affords. All property in the Bay Area is ridiculously expensive, but I chose this house in particular because, even though smaller in square footage overall, it has this extra-large bathroom, including the jacuzzi tub. I’m so busy at work I’m rarely home, but when I am, I like to enjoy the creature comforts.
Dylan fiddles with the settings on the jets. I’m about to offer to turn them on but the next second he’s got them bubbling away and I sink back in the water against his chest.
We were frantic earlier but now our movements are languid, like we’re both moving in slow motion.
His hands, so brutal only fifteen minutes earlier, are now gentle and soothing as he runs soap down my bare shoulders. He lathers the soap and then cups my breasts and runs his thumbs over my nipples.
I can’t help arching into his touch and I feel his erection stir back to life beneath me. I’m not sure I can handle another round at this point, it’s so intense with him, but when he gently moves my hair off my shoulder and his lips come to the nape of my neck with whisper kisses, I melt back against him.
I move restlessly in the water against him, rubbing my ass against his cock. Shit, I’m not sure what I’m doing but I suddenly can’t think of anything other than having him inside me again. Maybe I don’t know what I’m asking for. I’m sore down there and I can’t do any more anal—
But when he reaches down and guides himself inside me, it’s into my pussy. And he doesn’t do it roughly.
For the first time, he’s gentle.
He wraps his arms around me, the side of his face pressed against the back of my neck and shoulder and he breathes roughly into my ear, “What the hell are you doing to me?”
He fucks me slow and deep, the already roiling water sloshing slightly more with his movements.
And oh—
The fullness of him.
The rightness of it.
I let out a little keening cry and he twists one of my nipples. I hiss and he pinches it harder while reaching to stroke my clit with his other hand.
