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The taps accelerate, getting closer to my clit every time. “Yours,” I moan. “I’m yours.”
“Mm, that sounds so beautiful on your lips.”
I can feel his satisfaction weighing heavy in the air. His need for me wraps the both of us in a bubble of lust and pain.
He keeps tapping rhythmically against my clit, and I shift, the pleasure starting to take over from the burn on my ass cheeks.
I writhe and moan, struggling to stay still.
“Shh, don’t move, baby.”
I hear him shift, then the zipper of his jeans. It’s loud in a room when all that is heard is my short pants and the sound of the plastic against my wetness.
When the tapping stops, I feel his tip at my entrance. He doesn’t understand how big he is. How much he stretches me even when he’s barely entering me.
“Fuck,” I gasp when he pushes in. “Slow down, Elliot.” I grunt when he doesn’t listen and keeps pushing in. “You’re big, b—be careful.” The tears have stopped, but my teeth are clattering from being pushed to my limits.
I’m scared.
Elliot Pearson scares me.
Because he has eyes that resemble an angel and reflect the needs of the devil.
Because his hair is the same color as the sun, but what’s inside his head is darker than the night.
Because he has warm hands that grab my naked hips as he holds me in place and pushes inside me violently.
Because he grabs the back of my neck when I try to lift from the table, crying out as his length makes me choke on a breath. And he holds me down.
“Too much,” I squeak desperately. The pleasure doesn’t matter right now. I feel it all, I moan from it, and I squirm under him at how hot this is. But what matters is that he doesn’t. Fucking. Fit. And that he refuses to acknowledge it.
I can’t take a breath. I can’t move one inch, too scared he’s going to break me.
“Fuck,” he rasps. The hand at my hip slides to my lower back, rubbing gentle circles.
And when he finally realizes the truth, it doesn’t scare him like it scares me. It exhilarates him.
“Jade, my love, you’re taking me so well.”
He pulls back, and slams back in, my hips hitting the table as I cry out.
It shouldn’t feel so good. His praise. The thrust of his hips.
“I’m so proud of you,” he keeps going.
Stop. Stop making me feel so good with your words. With youreverything.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look stretched around me. Fuck.” He moans when he bottoms out and makes me whimper.
“Too much…please, stop.”
“You’re doing well, my love. So well.”
He pulls back slightly, allowing me to breathe again. Still, he’s deep. He doesn’t come back out, instead he thrusts slowly inside me, short movements that make my mouth fall open.
I writhe with need, pushing back against him and forgetting my body is incapable of taking all of him.
“Very good girl. Fuck yourself against me.” I accelerate as he stays still, forgetting about the humiliation and focusing on the pleasure. “Beautiful.” He gasps, and I go on my toes. “Beautiful slut.”
