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When he finally touched me, I couldn’t help but jolt with the surprise of it. His warm skin against mine felt like an electric shock, his rough palms grazing my nipples before his hands clenched around my breasts and squeezed, the way I had a moment ago, but harder, rougher. I began to rock in place slightly, unable to help myself, swaying toward him with every rough grope of my breasts.
“Hold still,” he commanded, and it took effort to still myself, to balance on my feet in one position and let him take whatever he wanted from me.
He ran his hands down my back next, stepping closer to do it. He was close enough that the bulge in his boxers grazed my belly, and I sucked in a deep breath at the sudden skim of his cock against my bare, flat stomach. His hands, on the other hand, kept moving, running down the plane of my back, tracing my spine to my ass, which he gripped so hard I was sure he’d leave bruises. He pulled me up against him and crushed his cock against my belly so I was pinned there against him, my arms and legs spread, trying hard to keep my balance, to keep breathing normally, to keep my racing heart from driving me wild, right over the edge.
Fuck, I was soaking wet already.
He slapped my ass as he stepped back, an appreciative grin on his face. “Good girl,” he murmured, stepping aside to walk slowly around me. “Are you enjoying yourself, Clove?” he asked, his voice a whisper at my ear as he paused beside me, and trailed one finger along my outstretched arm, raising goosebumps the whole way along. “You can answer,” he added when I didn’t reply, because I’d learned my lesson about the speaking thing once already.
“Yes,” I breathed, and he chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. Fuck. What was he going to do to me?
I hoped it was anything. Everything. I wanted him to take me, possess me, own me. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t stand up straight anymore.
He dipped a hand between my legs and massaged my thighs, from the outside to the inner thighs, as rough and harshly as he’d massaged my tits moments earlier. I gasped as his fingers grazed the groove where my legs met my hips, then slid higher, higher, until it took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to cry out, to beg him to touch my pussy, finger me, fuck me until I screamed.
Finally, he pushed one finger along my slit, sudden and strong. I could feel him sliding along me, slick with my juices. I felt wetter than I’d ever been before. He must have noticed, because he laughed again, still that low, dark laugh.
“Someone’s hungry for me,” he murmured against my earlobe, lips grazing my skin. “Do you want me to fuck you, Clove?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
I swallowed. “Hard,” I managed to murmur.
He smirked. “You’ll have to be a little more specific.” Without warning, he spun me around, pulled me off balance until I had my back to the dining room table where we’d been playing. He bent me backwards over it, and I felt the cards sticking to my back, my body slick with sweat and desire, every inch of me trembling. “Do you want me to fuck you right here, like a dirty little slut?” He lifted my knees, then wrapped his hands around my ankles, forced my legs back until my knees bent on either side of my ears, and all I could see looking down was my body curled up in front of him like an offering, free for the taking. The shivers were impossible to resist now, because the cool air was breezing right across my soaked pussy, and his cock was right there, still tight in his boxers, inches away from me, but I could see every inch of him outlined through the thin fabric, pulsing with need the same way I was.
“Yes,” I groaned, my voice hard to control now.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you want me to come inside you, little slut?”
My heart skipped. We’d talked about that earlier in the day, the last time we fucked. About how we’d both been recently tested, we were clean, and I was on the pill. I brought it up, unusual for me, because for once, I felt comfortable with a guy. For once, I trusted him, wanted to feel him without a condom between us.
Stupid Clove, I think now, but it doesn’t stop the memory from continuing, pulsing through my mind, unable to stop now. I slide a hand down the front of my jeans, even though I hate myself for it, even though I hate that this memory still turns me on, after everything that’s happened since.
“Come inside me,” I’d whispered, and Zayne dropped his boxers at that. He thrust inside me in one swift motion, so fast that I didn’t have time to brace myself, prepare. I screamed with pleasure, with the force of it, as his cock stretched my pussy wide and speared deep into me.
He planted my feet against his shoulders, kept his hands wrapped around my thighs to pin me in place, and fucked me against the table, his balls slapping my ass with every deep thrust. At this angle, he couldn’t help fucking right along my G-spot, the head of his thick cock scraping right over it every time. I was already on fire, hot from the foreplay, and it didn’t take long before I was shouting his name, writhing against the table.
The orgasm hit me so fast I couldn’t stop it. He kept right on fucking me though, teeth gritted, eyes locked on me. “I didn’t… say… you… could come…” he groaned between thrusts, and my belly tightened, his cock still deep in me, moving hard, fast. “I’m going… to have… to make… you come again,” he added, and I let my head fall back against the table, gasping.
I lost track of time as he pounded inside me. I lost track of everything but the ache in my pussy, the slap of his balls against my ass, the sight whenever I looked down at his glorious cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy, slick with my juices. I came again, moaning this time, my body shaking, my hands gripping Zayne’s forearms tightly. He didn’t even slow down, just kept fucking me at the same pace, eyes locked on mine, full of fierce desire, possessive lust.
I thought he’d finish then, but instead, he released my thigh with one hand and dropped it between my legs.
“Wait—” I gasped, afraid of how sensitive my clit would be.
He smirked and pressed his thumb against my clit, the pressure alone was enough to make my hips buck and sway against the table. “You should have thought of this before you came without my permission,” he murmured, smirking. He circled his thumb and I cried out, pleasure and pain shocking through my system in equal measure.
“Fuck, Zayne,” I managed to gasp.
He laughed between thrusts, his own breath still coming hard. “Come again, Clove.”
“I… can’t…” I whispered, though my hips had begun to move of their own accord, thrusting up against him, grinding his thumb against my clit.
“Yes you can. Come for me.”
My mouth fell open, my eyes unfocused, the pressure intolerable, unstoppable. It was too much, too much pleasure, my body was on fire, I’d never reach the peak.
