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My mouth waters.
He moves toward my cunt, and reality slaps me in the face. I raise a palm, slapping it against his chest. "Condom. Grab a condom."
He snarls at me, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. He folds it open and pulls out—what looks to be like—a brand-new fucking condom.
Like the asshole needs to replenish every week or some shit.
I almost cover myself, but the throbbing between my legs is too much. I watch as he tears it open and slides it over his cock with ease, giving it another stroke once it's on.
He's settled. Relaxed. He knows how to work his body and he knows it's a fucking work of art.
While I'm over here feeling floppy, uncoordinated, and unattractive.
His hand snaps down and his fingers wrap around my thigh. The tips of his fingers dig into my skin. It's almost painful, and I whimper as he lines himself up and plunges in.
His head tilts back, his Adam's apple protruding from his neck as he swallows. I watch it bob up and down, and my knees nearly buckle.
He stays still, his cock twitching and growing even larger inside me. There's a pinch of pain, an ache deep in my belly where no one has ever been before.
I attempt to wiggle, but I can't even move with him pinning me against the bookshelf. "Move. Please. Do something. It's too much."
He slides out, until only the tip is stretching the walls, then plunges back in. So rough. So hard. My body snaps tight, pain and pleasure coiling through me like a snake, ready to strike. "Fucking shit."
"Consider this…" he says as he pulls out, only to plunge back in again, "as me knocking you off your throne."
My hand reaches out, and I grab onto his shoulder. I leap, and he has no option but to lift my other leg. Now I'm in his arms, and for a moment, this is where I want to stay. A weird part of me feels protected here. Safe in his wicked arms. He's strong, and I know he could battle whatever evil surrounds me.
But the other part of me wants to hurt him just as badly as he's hurt me. I rock to the side, throwing him off balance until he takes a step back, the heel of his foot catching on a nearby couch. He falls to the cushion, and my fingers thread through his hair. I pull him up, my lips sliding against his. "I hate you, big brother."
He growls, attempting to flip us over. I don't let him this time. Planting my boots on either side of the cushion. I keep my fingers in his hair and pull his head back, pinned against the back of the couch. It's more like a chaise, with only one armrest, the other side open and bare.
My skirt fans around my knees, and my shirt still lays ripped against my sides. I push myself up, riding him fast and hard, each thrust stretching my walls around his thick length. Using my own pace. There's still pain, but the pleasure overcomes that, and the heat in my belly grows with each thrust.
His eyes darken, and his mouth drops open, his tongue gliding against his sharp teeth. "You are playing a dangerous game, Vera."
"Maybe I want the danger," I breathe, my chest heaving from exertion. I can feel him growing harder inside of me. Longer. Thicker.
I keep hold of his hair while I ride him, taking the pleasure I want. Taking control. Watching him beneath me could make me orgasm all by itself. Watching him at my mercy.
A shiver rolls through me.
In the next moment, he lifts me off the couch and places my back against the cushion. Spreading my legs wide, until pain aches in my thighs, he presses in again. Fucking me fast. Rocking the entire couch with his movements.
My eyebrows furrow even as my jaw goes slack. He picked me up with ease. No hesitation.
"You didn't think you really had me pinned, did you?" He barks out a laugh. "Now that's fucking funny."
I bring my hand up to the back of his neck, digging my nails in and dragging them down his chest. Deep scores mark his skin, and I watch as his eyes squint in pain. I swear I even see pleasure within his dark irises.
His hand lowers, sliding beneath my skirt. The pad of his thumb presses against my clit, and he rubs roughly, but calculated. His fingers are experienced as they work me. I suddenly feel out of control, like his thumb pressed the button to make me crumble.
I'm finally as he wants me. Willing. Beneath him. Submissive.
"Come on my cock, Vera."
I do, like a lightning bolt shoots from the sky and cracks me wide open. I cry out, my back arching and my legs tensing, trembling, going numb around him.
"Fuck. Yes," he growls. I watch as his head tips back, the tendons in his neck going taut as he reaches his own orgasm. His thrusts become manic, punishing as he slams into me. Leaning down, he kisses me. Deeply, aggressively. Nipping at my lips. He catches my lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it and biting until the skin breaks.
