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No. Not when he needed it, too, just as fiercely. Only it was worse. Much worse because he knew there was nothing to compare to her scent, her taste. Nothing and no one.
He sucked her lips, plundered her pussy, and chewed her clit while she writhed and moaned. Her pussy juices flooded his hands when he added his fingers to her torment. And she rode his hand like a rodeo champion breaking a mustang. Breaking him.
“Vennn!” Her soft moans serenaded his ears. Song of the year.
He slid up her body, wiping his face on her belly and rinsing his mouth on her nipples. No one would have her taste. No. One. Not even her.
He lined her pussy up and braced his forearms on the sides of her shoulders. His dick danced at the gate. A stallion waiting for it to open.
She nodded. He kissed her forehead and lifted to watch her face. To gauge how slowly to work his way in. He opened the gate and let his dick… Charge.
No, fuck no. Her eyes bucked open at the brutal invasion. That was not what he demanded his body do. He was supposed to stay in control. Control, dammit.
She winced. Her legs stiffened again in a brutal rejection as her feet planted on the bed to buck him off.
But the position only sucked him in further. Sealing him in her tight channel. So tight he couldn’t pull back even if he wanted to, and his balls slapped against her ass.
“Shh, sh, shh,” he crooned in a hoarse whisper, tortured by her wet eyes. Now, he was the one locked down, unable to move. “Shh, baby girl, I’m sorry. Just give it a minute, see I’m not moving.”
His ass was a concrete slab and his fingers balled into tight white, bloodless fists from his effort, but he waited. Control your fucking self. He gritted his teeth. Her mind may have rejected him, but her pussy fluttered and gasped, squeezing his dick and urging him to do more.
“Not fucking moving,” he gritted again.
Time took its fucking time ticking by. Torturing him by moving as slowly as fucking possible. One minute felt like one hundred before she lowered her butt onto the bed. Taking a deep breath.
“That’s it, babe. Take a deep breath.” He pulled back a little and winced when she did.
He pulled back enough to wrestle a hand between them, trying to find her clit, but she only tensed again. So, he kissed her. Pulling her flavor into his mouth and returning his with soft licks. Praying his taste was as intoxicating as hers.
He inched back, and her thighs parted a little more. Releasing him from her prison gate. Her ankles slid along the backs of his legs. Not wrapping tight around his ass, but feeling their way, like someone in the dark.
He gave a shallow thrust in and out. Not wincing this time. So, he did it again and again. Her eyes met his when he pinched her lips over her clit. Rubbing it in a soft circle.
Her lips bowed in a half-smile. The slight bend of her head was the nod he needed to set his stallion racing. Plunging in and out. She winced, and her legs tensed, but he couldn’t stop. Hell no. “I’m sorry. So sorry.” Was that his voice? Hoarse and cracking like a man being tortured. But he wasn’t suffering, far from it. His dick was having the time of its life. Bumping and grinding, riding her like a fucking animal, shoving in until bone met bone. And balls slammed against her ass. Over and over, deeper and deeper, he couldn’t get deep enough. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see. Couldn’t look. She was probably white with horror, but he… Could. Not. Stop. No fucking way. Not when, every now and then, her pussy gave a shy, shallow squeeze.
One micro catch was the whip his stallion needed, sending it racing faster and harder, digging into her turf without finesse or skill. Just a stallion and his mare. Rutting away like animals. Harder and deeper. The animal had only one thought. More. More and more. Could not get enough. Until finally, he slammed himself in as deep as he could and spent. His seed drew from the base of his spine, pulling out every drop he had. As if he were back in Dunya’s room. A stupid teen boy with no control and a dick that would not stop spouting. He grunted as his butt jerked out load after load. His hands lifted her ass up, forcing her back into the air. Until he collapsed on top of her. Drained.
Ven opened his eyes and met hers. And it was just like Dunya. Only worse. So much worse. Damn.
Chapter 8
Sasha dropped on the pillow, her arms releasing Ven. But as soon as she freed him from their tangle of legs, he sat up and pulled away to the far side of the bed. His back rigid as he faced the wall. But the look on his face before he turned away. She’d seen that look before. From scared animals desperate from pain or hunger. Afraid and scurrying away when there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Big or small, from a child’s pet mouse to a horse in labor. When animals were cornered and out of options, they all wore the same look.
Sasha raised her hand slowly. She’d have stuck a few fingers for him to sniff and waited if he’d been an animal. Instead, she tapped those few fingers on his shoulders. Drawing her brows together when he flinched. His skin was lava hot and flushed. She winced at the scratches on his back. Did she do that? Had she been too rough when she turned from virgin to hellcat? Was he disappointed in her? Her palm replaced her fingers. Rubbing her hand from the top of his shoulders to the bottom of his rib cage and back. Slowly, his breathing calmed from shudders to deeper inhales and exhales.
“Are you okay?” Shouldn’t he be asking her?
He flinched. His voice fell like timber in the woods. Rough and cracked. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I’ll be back.”
Then he fled. No other word for it. Got up and left. The flash of buttocks and sinew would have been drool-worthy if it had made any sense. She’d done something wrong. Maybe she hadn’t touched him enough. She’d winced and teared up when he entered her. But it hadn’t been so bad. It was like the books described, and it wasn’t. The foreplay had been textbook. Hitting all the right spots. Lips. Check. Nips. Check. Clit. Double-check. He’d said he’d make her come until she wanted to scream, and she’d damn near bit her lip in half, holding it back.
Had she held back too much? Maybe he wanted her screaming? Then he’d entered her. And a more patient man didn’t exist. Holding still and letting her adjust to his width. He had to have been as big as her wrist. She’d experimented with toys before, so there was no barrier-busting moment. Or at least she didn’t think so. But no toy could have matched his width or his fevered possession.
Breathing had been impossible. If he wanted her to be vocal, there was no way. How the hell was she supposed to scream his name when she couldn’t inhale? Her heart had pounded, ripping through her chest until she felt the mad throbbing throughout every part of her body. And then it was over. Right when she had caught the rhythm. Found her own way to pleasure, it ended. And he was mad at her? She should be mad at him. What the hell? It wasn’t the curl-your-toes sex she’d imagined. But it had potential, and all the books said a long night of cuddling usually followed.
Or was that for people in love? Was she supposed to just sit and wait in his bed? Hope he’d come back? No, damn that. If he wanted her, he knew where to find her. And if he didn’t want her… She balled her fist and swallowed hard. If he didn’t want her… It was okay. She’d be okay. It wasn’t like they were in love or anything.
She rolled to her side, encountering his scent on sheets and pillows. Her pussy quivered at the smell. The slight flutter made her gasp. Okay, so maybe she was sorer than she thought. Slow deep breath in and out. And another and another. It wasn’t so bad. Way to go, Sasha. Picking a dude with a monster dick for your first lay.
