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The pant of my name makes me exhale a hoarse groan as she breathes into my neck, gripping my shoulders tightly and using the muscles in her legs to lift and lower herself onto me over and over, pulling herself down so that I strain against her cervix.
The rush of unfamiliar pleasure blazes through the discomfort at allowing her to take control. She lets out high-pitched whimpers, her lips hungrily rubbing against the skin of my neck as she assists me in fucking her thirsty little hole, the pleasure heating my torso, rising into my chest, up my neck, setting my cells aflame in pleasure that feels entirely unexplored.
As she whines my name again, I pull her hair back, forcing her gaze into mine. Her lips part as she watches me, jerking her body down so that my cock impales her in a most uncivilized manner.
She moans as she slides down on me, and as her legs lose their strength most exquisitely, she relies on the strength in my hands and arms to raise and lower her hungry body onto my cock like my own personal little ragdoll.
I ache to groan the crudest of threats, orders and promises into her ear as I squeeze the air from her lungs, preferably as she’s peering up at me with those innocent little eyes of hers, her power stripped from her for as long as it takes for me to make us both come. And yet, something is stopping me.
I leave her unmoving, my rock-hard dick buried deep inside her tight little hole. “What do you want from me? Tell me clearly.”
She whimpers, her cheeks nice and pink. “I want you to fuck me. Very, very hard.”
I pull her into me, staring down at her doll-like face. “You have no idea what you’re saying to me. You have no idea of the things I want to do to you.”
Her spine straightens as she swipes her pink lips against mine as we inhale each other’s breaths. “So do them,” she responds.
I groan at the naïve offering of submission, the thought crossing my mind that she could perhaps learn to accommodate my needs after all.
I carry her a step towards the bed, gently setting her down onto it. She scoots back, propping her weight onto her elbows as I take up position between her feet, kneeling to look down at her.
“Open your legs for me,” I instruct.
Her lips part as I say the words and slowly, she does what I require—she parts her legs wide for me, bending her knees, exposing the juicy pink entrance to her.
“Lick your fingers and touch yourself.”
She does, eyes timid as she stares up at me while massaging her clit.
“Push two inside you,” I order, but the second I say the words, she stops all movement, removing her hand from her sex and placing it by her side, frowning at me, her body stiff as if freezing.
And in that second, I refrain from doing what I want to. I refrain from tying her ankles to the bedposts, from covering her face until she can barely breathe, from whipping her body and instead plant a hand outside her arm and another on the other side and lower myself down onto her.
And instead of fucking her mercilessly like she deserves, I do something I don’t understand, but which I can’t stop myself doing. I cup the back of her head with one hand, watching her as I gently feed my cock into her pussy which clenches around me.
Quivers of breath drop from her mouth as I go all the way in, straining against her cervix before beginning to pulse slowly inside her. Her hands slide up my back until they touch the scarred, mangled skin on one side, a place I don’t allow anyone to touch. But instead of withdrawing her hand from the monster that I am, she caresses my skin, brushing her lips against mine. Her tongue leaves her mouth and she licks the length of my lower lip before beginning to suck on it as I fuck her gently.
Something about the tentative way that her mouth seeks out mine as I press my full weight on her and pulse my dick into and out of her insides, leaves me exhaling, my tongue leaving my mouth and pushing inside hers.
She capitulates instantly, allowing my tongue to dominate hers, allowing me to fuck her in both holes at the same time as pleasure begins to mount and we find ourselves sucking in each other’s breaths, our mouths kissing, nipping, our hands pawing at one another’s flesh, the sounds of pleasure we’re both making dancing with each other.
I find my tongue grasping desperately for her neck, licking, sucking, forgoing the urge to bite until she screams. Our mouths collide and our kisses grow more fervent as I fuck her harder, pressing every ounce of my bulk onto her so that she can’t breathe air, only inhale my breaths, so that she couldn’t get out from under me if she wanted to, so that she feels only me on every inch of her skin.
My name drops from her lips as she moans in pleasure, her mouth falling open as I fuck it and begin to feel the orgasm building at the root of my sack.
I grab hold of her hair peering down at her, our eyes locked into each other as I slide in and out of her, holding her, our bodies a slippery mess, our breaths turning into one.
“Greyson,” she whimpers.
I close my eyes as she says my name, opening them to the desperation of her yearning. “Indigo.”
As our lips caress each other’s, the pleasure of ecstasy shoots through me as she watches my face, listening to me groan, pulling me into her until I collapse, breathing in her skin.
* * *
I don’t know what it is that wakes me—the light streaming through the curtains, bright enough to tell me it’s past seven, or the proximity of her warm naked body against mine.
When she asked me to stay, I agreed of course, knowing full well that I wouldn’t sleep because I have never allowed women to sleep in my bed—even the woman I’m relentlessly pressured to marry.
