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Watching him fall apart with me was exhilarating and I was eager to please him. I wanted him to remember my mouth, think about it every time he walked into his bedroom. I wanted him to stop mid stride, look at his bed, and picture me on my hands and knees, sucking him and pleasing.
Before I could take him too far, he pushed me backward onto the bed, forcefully, as he growled at me to stop. His eyes connected with mine, a look of confusion was all over his face, and for just a moment, I wondered if I had done something wrong.
“Let me get a condom. Open your legs.” His voice was hoarse but deep, demanding. He moved quickly as he pulled his side drawer open and returned with a condom in his teeth. When he was back between my legs, he pushed my knees, opening me wider then kept his eyes on my center as he ripped the package open and sheathed himself.
I wasn’t normally insecure, but as Rhys climbed over me, I started thinking about the last time I had sex. It was my sophomore year of college. The guy I was seeing took me to a frat party then we ended up back at my apartment. It was our first time together and he left immediately afterward.
Later, I heard through mutual friends that he said I was just a little too strong and muscular for a girl. I didn’t take offense because I wasn’t a girl, I was a woman. An athlete. It wasn’t my fault he was insecure about how hard I could take it.
But that didn’t mean it didn’t cross my mind again in that moment with Rhys. It shouldn't have mattered, but I started to close off, scared he too would think my thighs were too strong, too thick.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he whispered, his mouth close to mine. “Where’d you go?”
Wrapping my arms around him, I suppressed that old memory and made sure he knew I was still there, still ready. His weight was on his forearms and he was gently tapping the outside of my entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Come on Rhys,” I urged. “Fuck me.”
His mouth smothered my words and his tongue started mingling with mine. He eased himself forward and I squeezed him tight as he hit me somewhere deep inside. Neither of us could suppress our moans but they were muffled as we continued to keep our lips together.
Once he was all the way in, he pulled back and looked at me like he was memorizing my face. His eyes were moving to each of my features and landing back on my gaze. “You feel so good. Like you were made to be mine.”
All I could do was press my forehead to his, accepting that his words were just… words. Because I could never be his. It was just one time, one weak moment.
“More,” I groaned, as he moved slowly in and out of my body.
His motions got less intimate and more erratic, as if he remembered that we were just fucking. He lifted himself up onto his knees and he pulled my legs onto his shoulders, hitting me deeper, making me scream. I was chanting, “Yes,” over and over again, hoping he never stopped. Sweat started pouring from his forehead, his forearms were flexing as he held onto my calves, and his teeth were biting his bottom lip.
“I can feel you shaking, baby. You’re gonna come for me again, aren't you?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He turned his head to the side, leaving his eyes on me, and sunk his teeth into the skin of my leg and sucked a mark onto my body. I had no choice but to let go, coming as he pumped inside of me and licked the pain away on my leg at the same time.
“Good girl.” He took my legs off his shoulders and leaned down to kiss me again, then down my chin and to my neck. When he got to my nipples, he sucked hard and bit down a little making my clit tingle like it hadn’t just come three times already.
“One more.”
“I can’t,” I cried.
“You’re moving that pussy up and down my cock, Ash. You want more, you can take more.”
Moving and grinding, I was doing anything I could to get more friction while he gave his attention to my nipples. Never in my life had I come so many times, but now it seemed like I was a machine and Rhys knew all the right buttons.
“One more,” I finally nodded.
He pulled his cock from my body and flipped me over, bringing my ass into the air and pushing my head into the bed. The wet condom touched the back of my thighs as Rhys kneaded the skin on my ass, taking his time before deciding to reenter my body.
When he finally lined himself up, he didn’t waste time easing in. Quickly, he pushed into me and hit somewhere even deeper, somewhere I had never been touched before.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he hissed. “Your pussy was made for me.”
His hand snaked around to my clit and with one press, I started quivering again.
“Rhys.”
“Keep saying my name, Ash. Scream it.”
With his cock stroking my core, his fingers playing with my clit, and his voice in my ear, I didn’t stand a chance and came. Just like he told me to, I screamed his name as tears formed in my eyes. My tired body was starting to sink down, being held up only by his arm wrapped around my waist.
