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I lift my hand behind him and grip the hair at the back of his neck. My hips buck, shifting and moving with each stroke of his fingers, and I come. It’s not huge or earth shattering. It rolls through me, and I am panting by the time I come down from the sensation.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he demands, his voice rough and almost harsh.
I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes. I turn my head, straighten, and open my eyes to my reflection, then I glide them up to meet Elvis’s. His blue eyes are dark as he watches me, but he doesn’t speak immediately.
“Elvis?” I ask.
“I’m going to bend you over and fuck you like I don’t give a shit about you, sweetness,” he begins.
My breath hitches, my eyes widen, but I don’t say a single word. He’s still cupping my center, his other hand still pressed against the middle of my chest as he stares at me. His jaw is clenched, his eyes dark, but he’s not wearing an expression of anger.
“But I give a shit, Shawn. I fucking care.”
I’ve never been one to say much of anything, and this bedroom talk is like absolutely nothing I’ve ever experienced before. But there’s just something in the way he said it. That he’s going to fuck me like he doesn’t give a shit about me, then adding he does give a shit about me. I’m not sure why, but butterflies flutter in my belly and a sense of bravery washes over me.
Keeping my eyes on his, I give him a small smile. “Fuck me, Elvis.”
That’s all he needs.
And I want to give him exactly what he needs.
His hand leaves my chest, then my center and I whimper at the way my body misses his warmth between my thighs. His fingers press against my spine, and he pushes me forward. Gripping the edge of the vanity, I lean as far as I can, my ass pushing backward.
I feel his fingers grab hold of my ass cheeks, and he spreads them apart. I gasp, unsure of what he’s doing, then he lets out a chuckle. “You got the prettiest asshole and pussy I think I’ve ever seen.”
“Elvis,” I whisper.
He hums, straightening, and I feel the head of his length against my center from behind. I haven’t taken my eyes off his reflection, and he thrusts inside of me with one swift move. Then his hand slides up the rest of my spine, tangling in my hair before he holds my head at an awkward angle so that I’m forced to stare right into the mirror.
“Watch yourself when I fuck you. See how fucking beautiful you are. You belong to me.”
Without another word, he pulls out of me almost completely, then slams back inside. My hips are pushed against the counter, and I’ll probably have bruising of some kind, but I don’t care. Elvis does exactly as he promises.
He fucks me.
Hard.
It’s without an ounce of tenderness or care. And I love every second of it. His hips slam against mine, and the sound of our skin slapping together fills the bathroom, echoing and bouncing off the walls all around us.
His fingers grip my hair tighter, and his thrusts become ever harder. I feel like he might actually rip me in half, and if he did, I might thank him for it. Because even with the aches that I know I’ll be feeling later, even with the pain I am feeling right now, it’s phenomenal.
“Goddamn,” he growls. “God. Fucking. Damn.”
He doesn’t stop. I don’t know how much more my body can take. I’m exhausted and worn out as he pistons in and out of me, taking and taking. My entire body goes limp, being held up by just his hand in my hair and my hips being slammed against the edge.
I’m not sure how it happens, but in this position, in this state of exhaustion, in this moment of just being able to feel and nothing else… an orgasm bursts through my body. It’s hard and fast. It sends tingles throughout my entire being, and I gasp, my breath hitching.
Elvis doesn’t stop.
My thighs tremble, they quake, and just when I feel like the sensitivity is too much, he buries himself inside of me one last time and a roar rumbles from his lips. It’s so loud that it hurts my ears. Goose bumps slide down my spine as a whimper escapes my own throat.
Elvis wraps his arm around the front of my chest, releasing my hair but holding me so that he’s still buried inside of me. He lowers his chest down against my back and I feel his lips at my ear. He lets out a low growl before he speaks.
“Fuck, sweetness,” he murmurs. “Everything I could have dreamed of and more.”
KING
“Stay here. She won’t fuck with you again,” I murmur, kissing the side of Shawn’s head.
