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“She’s stretched so prettily around my dick,” he praises. My muscles clench around the head. Rocking against him, my hips chase his fingers and the sensations he’s wringing from me.
“So wet for me. That’s right, fuck me,” he commands, making me realize that’s exactly what I’m doing pain forgotten. He watches me slide up and down on his dick. My ravaged fleshglides along his hard, blood-soaked dick. His fingers flick faster and faster until my thighs stiffen as I orgasm on his fingers. It’s like before, but more intense because my muscles aren’t just squeezing air, but the head of his dick stuffed just at my entrance.
“Yoi,” he murmurs with a coolness that’s incongruent with the moment. I watch in what seems like slow motion as he brings fingers stained red with my essence and virgin’s blood to his mouth and sucks them clean.
“You taste like,” he looks away for a moment before spearing me with a look full of unmitigated lust, “mine.”
Pulling one of my legs high over his back, he braces a strong arm high above my head and surges inside me. Pure fire slams through me as he drives his hips hard into me. My breath catches and I don’t have time to catch it before he bottoms out, withdraws, and slams into me again. I’m beneath him with softness beneath me. The juxtaposition of my situation is not lost on me. He’s fucking me relentlessly, giving me no quarter on a softer than a cloud surface.
“Tay-chan,” he snaps, drawing my attention away from the confused thoughts spiraling through me. “Eyes. On. Me.” Every word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips. He’s demanding my complete submission. He doesn’t have to say it. I know it by the overwhelming, all-consuming expression on his face. My entire focus tunes to him and his need. Soon it becomes mine. I rock up into the forceful drive of his hips, opening myself to take all he’s giving me.
“Ahh,” I gasp when he hits my spot. Heat flushes my chest. My face heats. I’ve never felt that sensation before, but I know I want to feel it again.
He stops, reaching for a throw pillow putting it beneath me to angle my hips up.
He’s right there now. Writhing, I press down working my needy pussy on his dick. I’m so close.
He bows me up and starts pumping his heavy dick in me at a bruising pace. “Look, how well, you’re taking me,” he praises as I fall over the precipice of the ecstasy he promised.
“You wouldn’t know I just split you open by the way you’re taking my dick, Tay-chan. I like that so much, little dove.” He fucks into me, over and over. Driving me past one orgasm into another one when he reaches between us again thrumming my clit until I’m crying with pleasure.
“You’re mine.” Pressing his body flush with mine driving into me with fury, his hips grind hard against my soft curves. “Forever.” He thrusts hard, deep into my womb, filling me with his dick, jerking as hot jets of his come fill me to overflowing.
Heavy pants fill the air. The heady smell of sex, the mix of my perfume, and his cologne permeate the air. Trying to breathe as best I can with his body on top of me and his dick feeling like it’s in my chest, I want to keep him close but he’s too heavy.
“Hisashi?” I pat his shoulder.
“Hm?” He buries his face in my neck like he has no intention of moving.
“You’re crushing me, babe.” He freezes, then raises his head. His eyes are cool, assessing. All emotion seems to be wiped from his face.
Dread slowly crawls around my heart like a spider. Did I make a mistake? Was this some type of sick joke?
Before that thought can fully register, he dips his head and his face changes back to one with feeling. It’s like he took off a mask. Or did he put it back on?
“Sorry.” Pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, he slowly eases out of me. I suck in a little air at the burn.
He stands not bothering to cover himself. “Don’t.” He shakes his head slightly when I try to curl my legs up to cover my nakedness.
“Eep.” I grab his shoulders as he scoops me up. He hefts me higher striding over to the stairs to the loft, taking them two at a time, carrying me like it’s nothing. I kiss his neck loving the fact that he can carry me.
“I’ll be back,” he says, leaving me in the bed.
“I’m going to mess up the bed,” I say, feeling self-conscious wondering if the bleeding stopped and worrying about all the messiness from our lovemaking covering my thighs, coochie, and tummy. I know how fastidious he is.
“Don’t worry about it tonight.” He’s already heading down the stairs when he replies to my worry.
Unable to relax I’m still in the same position when he comes back.
“Lie back, little dove.” He sets a basin and a glass with water and a bottle with pills on the bedside table.
Doing as he says I rest back looking up at the stars letting the whole night rush over me.
“Why were you so upset earlier?” I brave to ask. “Were they reminding you that you are too far out of my league or something?”
“No.” He doesn’t say anything else for a long time just cleans me in a pensive silence. “They reminded me. You’re out of mine. They know I’m not worthy.” He tosses the pink stained towel into the basin then opens the pill bottle taking out two and handing them to me along with the water.
“For the pain.” He waits until I take them then gets up coming around to the other side of the bed.
