Burn (Virtues & Lies 1)

But as his thrusts reach the deepest parts of me, my thoughts muddle and all I can do is chase each stroke as I clench around his thick dick.

My body threatens to buckle as my orgasm boils inside me, and my thighs quiver as the hand anchoring me to him falls from my hip.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock.” The gravelly command is punctuated by a cool trickle on my arsehole, followed by the soft slide of his fingertips down my crease to my puckered opening.

The gentle, pressured probing has goose bumps breaking all over my skin in heat flushed waves, and as I push back onto his dick, he presses them inside me. The breaching pain searing through me. The pressure enough to cripple me, but the fullness. Oh my God, I feel him everywhere.

The ache in my calves from my tensing muscles fizzes up my body until I have to stretch my arms above my head and clench the duvet tightly in my fists.

“Mmphh,” I moan as he twists his fingers and undulates his long strokes into my pussy. “Mmmphhh…”

Never have I been so desperate for pain. My pleasure sparks brighter from the discomfort of being so full, and my orgasm itself is threatening to rip through me.

“Make me come…please, Leo…” I beg him as his fingers scissor me open and he fills me to the hilt. “Please.”

Emptiness swallows me, like the night darkening daylight, when he pulls out of me. And whilst I’m still fretting over the loss of the fullness and being robbed of my impending orgasm, he flips me onto my back. The breath is knocked out of me as he pulls me to the edge of the bed and then presses my knees to my chest.

“Hold them there.” He orders as he runs his hands down my thighs to my arse.

I do. My hands claw at the back of my knees and pull them tight to my chest. So tight that my muscles protest.

I’ve never felt so exposed in my whole life and yet, the way his wild eyes rake over my body, as he traces the head of his cock up and down from my clit to my arse and back has my body bowing with desire for him to take me.

“You were mine the moment I first saw you, Cassie.” Eyes, never leaving mine, he thrusts inside my pussy. “Fucking you doesn’t make any difference to the fact.”

A whimper pushes out of me as he presses deeper, his nails raking down the backs of my legs. Exhaustion from chasing my orgasm has my aching body trembling as he pumps once, twice into me and then he slowly drags himself out.

The position in which I’m lying stops me from seeing the way he’s stroking himself, but his eyes flit between mine with his rapid breaths. His cool fingertips massage my puckered hole and a shudder wracks through my body when he presses his blunt tip to me. The pressure begins to burn as he slowly breaches the tight ring of muscle.

My world feels like it’s heating up at its core, like it might combust any minute now. I don’t know what to do, but the burning sting travels up my spine, clambering until it’s at the back of my throat and eyes, and pouring down my temples in heated tracks.

“Fuck!” Leo grunts and groans with every measured thrust. “Fuck, Cass, you feel so fucking tight it hurts.”

Good! I want to say, but I still can’t form words. My thoughts don’t really make sense. I want him to go harder, sink in faster, but at the same time I want him to stop. I’m clenching and throbbing and aching for more.

But the fact that he is hurting like me, it’s enough to drive me to the edge again. I like that. I like that in hurting me, he’s hurting himself. There’s something oddly comforting about it.

“That’s it, baby,

good girl…” Sweat rolls from his hairline and drips onto my belly as he praises me.

“Leo…I’m…Oh—” I am lost as he strokes up my sternum and presses so deep into me that I can do nothing but close my eyes and soak up the way he feels inside me like this.

Gently he pries my hands away from my thighs, caressing the sore welts from where I’ve dug my nails into my own flesh. Then he moves me up the bed until he’s kneeling between my thighs with his cock buried deep in my arse and his chest flush to mine.

It feels like too much at first, like he really does own every last part of me. Like we are two chemicals of the same element.

“Look at me,” he breathes into my ear as he pulls back.

I simper at the way his dick throbs and pushes deeper, and I have to press my hands to his chest to ground me, as the pain slowly ebbs. All that’s left is this heat I can’t help but luxuriate in as it warms every nook and cranny of my body. It sets light to every one of my nerves and I am nothing but a ball of delirious pleasure waiting to erupt.

“Are you okay?” Bearing down on his forearms, he brushes my messy knotted hair from my face. My bun is long gone, it’s just a loose nest around me.

“Mmmhmm…” Nodding, more tears roll down the side of my face, as he holds so still inside me that he feels like a true part of me.

Leaning down he licks them dry, just like he did the first time he fucked me, and I don’t know why, but it sets off this slew of sobs that have my body shaking and trembling. The more I move, the deeper he feels, the hotter I get, and then I just need him to fuck me.

I don’t care about the pain or the discomfort, I just want him to give me everything he’s got.