The raw satisfaction on his face at my submission heightens my arousal and my traitorous body whispers nothing but want and desire in my mind.
I take off my shorts next then my panties and leave my bra for last.
Cool air graces over my skin making my nerves prickle but it’s the heat in his gaze that tightens my nipples and burns me up all over from the inside out.
I’m so used to men looking at me like I’m nothing. Like I’m just another pretty face or another warm hole to sink in.
But this guy…
He doesn’t look at me like that. I’m not sure how to describe how he looks at me, because I’ve never seen that look he’s giving me before on anybody.
The closest I could come to a description is calling it admiration. The look is there one moment then gone the next, replaced by the dark dominance he held before.
“Are you clean?” He snaps me out of the reverie. It takes me a second to realize what he’s asking me.
“Yes,” I stutter.
“Good, so am I. Now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”
A feral look comes into his eyes as he releases me and shoves his pants down his hips so he can take out his cock. He’s already erect and ready to fuck me.
Like an animal, he flips me around to face the wall.
All I have is seconds before he grips my hips, then I feel the head of his cock pushing against my folds. He slams into my pussy another breath later, robbing me of air and any thoughts that might have tried to force their way into my head.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his length and thickness either before he starts fucking me hard and assaulting my body. Hardcore, just the way he said he liked.
All I can do to keep myself from falling over is hold on to the wall as my breasts bounce painfully in the space between the cool concrete and my skin.
Foolishly, I try to fight the onslaught of pleasure. I fight it because if I allow myself to feel that it will truly mean I want this and I can’t just merely cast it off as sex. I fight, by God do I try to fight.
But I think he knows I must be and he starts fucking me even harder.
The moan that falls from my lips sounds agonized and strained, evidence of my internal battle. As soon as it ripples from me the building pleasure explodes and I feel it everywhere. It rushes over my skin like wildfire and scorches me clean, burning everywhere it touches in a way that I know, and will always know, I wanted him. And I still want him.
That’s when I come. I come so hard I scream.
When I think he might be climaxing too, I realize I’m wrong.
Eric only surprises me further by pulling out of me then turning me back to face him.
He lifts my leg and plunges back deep inside me, making me gasp.
His eyes bore into me, taking me in, and I look away because I don’t want him to see he broke down my walls and found a way in.
Just like always when I look away, however, he holds my face and guides me back to look at him.
“Eyes here,” he orders and he speeds up his thrusts. “I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”
“Why?” I manage. I don’t know why the hell it would matter. He’s taking what he wants from me and I’m allowing it.
“Because, tonight teper' ty moya, kukla.”
Those words again. At least this time I have some idea of what he’s saying and tonight it doesn’t sound like a threat. Maybe the other thing he said was the threat. Maybe I’ll never know.
“What … are you saying?” I manage when he starts fucking me faster.
“I said, you’re mine tonight, Babydoll.”