His eyes light up with excitement and he gives me what I want. Another spank, and another. I’m moaning, wriggling, and his fingers tease my pussy, plunging inside then back out to roll around my clit.
“Harder,” I gasp as he spanks me. I feel my wetness on his hand leave a streak on my skin and I love it. “Hit me harder, Gavino.”
He spanks me again, again, then drops to his knees and licks me from behind. I moan and bite down on the cushion to keep from screaming as his tongue licks my clit and slides deep inside. It’s filthy and gorgeous and I’ve never felt like this before in my life. I want more of it, more and more. He stands again and I feel his hardness between my legs. I turn, look back, and his thick cock’s sliding up and down my slick, wet slit, and it’s trembling for me like he can’t wait to press himself deep to the hilt.
“I know how dangerous this is,” he whispers as he bites down on my shoulder and pulls my hair, “but I can’t get enough of your sweet little pussy, Jeanie. Every time you come near me, I lose my goddamn mind for you.”
He pushes forward and I gasp as pleasure rips into my brain. His thickness plunges deep and all I can do is groan, my thoughts lost to bliss. He pulls my hair, slaps my ass, and fills me to the core as he starts to slide his hips, fucking me in and out. His thick, massive cock strokes in between my legs, and I’m writhing with excitement as I leave long trails of my slick wetness along his shaft.
“There’s something divine about the way you despise me and yet can’t help but take my cock. You need me so badly it hurts, and I think you hate yourself for that, too. But I’m here to absolve you of that guilt. You don’t need to hate yourself anymore, my little Jeanie. You can love this as much as I do.”
He fucks me faster. I push back against him, needing more. I want to prove to myself that I can be good, or I can be worthy, or I can live up to the desire of a man like Gavino. I lean over my shoulder to kiss him and I moan into his mouth. “I love it,” I whisper, sweating, panting. “I love when you fuck me. I love when you spank me. I love when you pull my hair and make me all yours.”
He growls in response and takes me faster, deeper, pushing me up against my limits and further, driving his thickness in and out and I know he wants me, he wants me, out of every woman in this city, he wants me enough to open himself for the first time in years. I’m moaning his name until I come in a lightning bolt of screams, I come twitching and shaking and trembling, and he fucks me through it, driving me deeper and deeper into pleasure.
When I’m done, he pulls me against him and I drop to my knees. I take his cock in my mouth, licking his tip, sucking my juice from his shaft. I want to taste it and I want to see his face as I lick him up and down. I clean him and slide him into my throat, moaning, taking him deeper and deeper until he pulls me to my feet.
“I don’t want to come on your tongue right now,” he says, eyes blazing as he drags me to the couch. I straddle him and start to ride, slowly at first. “I want to fill you up between your legs. I want to see my cum drip down along your thighs. I want to watch you take me until you’re sweating, and screaming, and only then will I finally give you what you desperately need.”
I do what he says, moving up and down, rolling my hips. It’s bliss, intense from the orgasm, but growing all over again. His palm slaps my ass and he grips my hips, thrusting with my motions, and we’re fucking together in sync and rhythm, our bodies connected and glowing, pleasure blossoming between us. I didn’t know I could feel this connected to another person, but right now I don’t know where our edges are, there’s only him and me and we’re together. It’s too much, and it’s not enough, and I know that whenever he’s around all I’ll want is more, so much more. I’m greedy for him, so greedy, and I don’t know if I can even be satiated, not forever at least.
It scares me, how badly I want him between my legs, and it’s elating to give in to that desire. I’ve only ever experienced heartache and pain at the hands of men, but this? Gavino makes me feel so damn good I can barely breathe.
He bites my lips, licks my nipples, pulls my hair. He’s rough and his animalistic groans of pleasure make my already heady brain that much dizzier. I keep going, faster and faster, needing more of him, moaning for more of him, until I come, my body flushed with pleasure, my brain exploding with endorphins, and I feel him stiffen as he comes too. He fills me as promised and I moan his name, groaning my desire as I take him deep inside.
We collapse in a heap together. His arms wrap around my body and he holds me close, breathing deeply. I feel him still inside of me, his warmth and pleasure, and it’s like a blanket on a cold night. It’s comfort, strange comfort, but I embrace it. I’ve had so little comfort in my life.
I blink rapidly to try to clear my vision but I’m too broken and stupid from coming twice and I can barely think. His lips find my neck, and he brushes my hair aside, breathing me deep like he loves my post-sex scent.
“Whenever I touch you, it’s like I’m waking up from a deep sleep,” he whispers as he kisses the back of my neck and my shoulders. “Every time I’m between your legs, I’m finally alive. Is that wrong? For years, I haven’t let myself feel like this with a woman. I’ve kept myself closed off and wrapped in heavy armor. Could this be a mistake? Could this be wrong? I think it might be, and I’m not sure I care.”
“It can’t be wrong,” I say, wiggling my ass, smiling to myself. “I like it too much for it to be wrong. I know what you mean about opening up though.”
He nuzzles me. “You’ve been shutting everyone out too?”
“I’ve done nothing but try to get revenge for my mother and hate the world for a really long time. Being with you like this… it’s the first time I’ve felt like there’s something worth living for. Is that crazy?”
“Not at all,” he says softly. “It’s how I feel too.”
He laughs, kisses my neck again, and we stay like that for a few minutes. I feel comfortable and safe.
And for a while, I can pretend that I’m not in mortal danger.
That this man isn’t a wolf with his teeth against my throat.
When he finds out the truth about me, it won’t matter how much he enjoys coming between my legs.
My time’s almost up.
“Gavino?”
“Hm?” He purrs like he’s half asleep.
I roll onto my back so I can look at his face. “I think we should do something drastic.”
His eyebrows raise and he gets a cocky smirk. “I’m ready to go again if you want me to leave your ass pink.”
“No, not with this,” I say, blushing a little bit. “Although we can do that later.”