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And I'm there. My head falls back to his shoulder as I become nothing but moans and heaving breaths. As pleasure rushes through me to the point that I plead for it not to stop. As stars flash in the darkness above me.
"Yes," he says, but it seems like less of a statement and more of him pointing out my lie. "Yes, there we go. I want your cum allover my cock. Dripping down my fucking balls, on my thighs. Yes.”
He slams into me, his hold on my body giving me no choice but to take each vicious stroke. As if I would ever choose anything else. As if I can do anything but moan as I still ride the wave of my pussy spasming around him. As if I even have the energy to lift my head from his shoulder or suppress the shiver that rakes through me.
"Will you admit it now?" he gruffly asks.
"Never."
It holds no weight because I sigh the word instead of saying it like I actually mean it. He laughs and I can feel his lips curve up into a smile against my neck, or more likely a smirk.
"I think you just want me to make you say the words." He drags his lips up from my neck, over my jaw, to my ear. "Or maybe you want me to make you scream them. I bet if I hit a secret spot, you'll scream them."
My eyes widen, seeing nothing in the dark, but his words fill my mind with visions, knowing exactly what he means. He tosses me back to the carpet, and I barely put my hands out in time to catch myself, but still, he pushes me down more, until all of my front is against the carpet. His fingers dig into my thighs so they spread painfully wide. They ache so badly, but the anticipation in me won't let them close even an inch.
"Don't. Move," he tells me before taking his hands away from me.
I hear a sound but can't tell what it is. Then I jump when I feel his finger come to my ass, spreading a warm gel over my hole.
"I said don't move. Don't make me have to repeat myself again."
I can only hope he doesn't take the way my body begins trembling as me moving, because I can't help it. Not with everything rushing through me. The lust that makes me feel like my pussy is thrumming in need for relief. The tension begging for release, for anything, his cock, his hands, his mouth, whatever will get me back to where I was moments ago. And the fear, the excited fear that comes from me being unsure if I can handle this, him in my ass, the pain that it'll bring. He barely fits in my mouth and stretches my opening to the point of pain each time. Will he take his time trying to fit inside of me, or slam into my ass the way he does my pussy? My fear grows as he works two fingers into my ass, widening them inside of me, preparing me. It already hurts, and I can feel my body trying to push him out, but not a single part of me will tell him to stop, not when it's so damn desperate to have him back inside of me.
Damn his demand not to move because I begin arching my back, circling my hips, meeting his fingers.
"Just a dirty slut, aren't you?" he asks low, but it feels like his words vibrate through me, almost making me answer him, to give him a shudderingyes, if only in the hopes that it would make him fuck me right now. "Fucking my fingers like a whore. You want my cock in your ass, don't you? You want me to fuck you so hard, there're tears coming down your face. You want your ass full of my cock and your pussy full of my fingers. Just say yes, and I'll give you both."
I remain silent, well, besides my moans from his fingers pumping into me. Until he smacks my ass with his other hand, and that moan becomes a gasp.
"Say it."
"No," I whimper. "I don't want you. I don't want any of this."
"Liar," he growls.
He tears his fingers out of me, but before I can even regret their loss, the tip of his cock is there, pushing in, stretching me beyond my limits. I groan into the carpet as pain flares inside of me. It's too big, too much. It won't fit. It can't. I arch my pelvis forward, instinctively trying to get away from the pain, but his hands are right there, grabbing onto my hips to tilt my ass up again, making sure I have no escape. Then he's pressing in more, thrusting into me, making me take him, even though it feels like it would be impossible for me to.
"Relax," he demands. "Breathe."
His hand strokes down my spine, and I shiver, which only makes me tighten around him. I hiss at the hurt that fills me, but then I do as he says, I breathe. I blow out a shaky breath and try to relax around him. He groans and pushes in more. I cry out, the sound muffled by the carpet as inch after inch of him slide into me.
"God," I croak, I choke.
I'm trying like hell to see beyond the pain, searching for any pleasure. I can't find it. All I feel is my hole clenching around his cock, the piercing pain of him being so deep inside of me, my teeth biting into my lip to keep myself from begging him to stop, and my body trembling, sweat slick on my skin. But underneath the pain, right behind the fear of how much it will hurt when he begins to slide in and out of me, is still the excitement of what's to come, the desire for him to move, to bring me to the brink of ecstasy again. And push me over.
Another thrust, and he bottoms out inside of me. I know it. I feel it. His groin pressed tight to my ass, his grip on my hips turning punishing, the deep sigh that leaves his mouth. He remains still now, as do I. I don't think I even can move, not with my body still trying, desperately, to adjust to him, not when my fingers areclawing at the carpet for something, anything to hold onto, not when fear keeps me frozen.
"See how every part of you takes me," he says, his voice low and husky behind me. "Because you were made for me. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. All of it."
Your heart.Something whispers inside of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the words floating through my mind. No, no. That is not at all what he was about to say next. And definitely not what he meant. We are bodies coming together, nothing more. Never anything more. Just to remind myself of this, and ignoring the pain I know it will cause, I tighten around him. He hisses, thrusting into me just a little more. I scream out.
"You cannot imagine," he begins, leaning over me, causing more pain when his cock moves inside of me, "how much it turns me on to hear you scream."
"Fucking bastard," I spit.
He just snickers and straightens. "I'm not a bastard, but I'll fuck you like one."
