“I… I… I want you to fuck me,” I struggle to get out as he continues to ease in his girth.
Damn, he’s big and thick, and now I know exactly how he feels. I wish I got a look at his cock before telling him to fuck me.
“Baby, you’re going to have to do better than that,” he grunts and gives one last hard push, bottoming out inside me.
I feel full, so full, and stretched to the breaking point.
His teeth lightly nip my ear and then he grinds his hips deep. “Come on, you can do better, Zoe.”
“Shit!” I cry out as he rolls his hips, grinding against my trapped clit.
I have no clue how he’s capable of forming so many words. I haven’t even come yet and this is already the best sex I’ve ever had.
“Zoe,” he says and grabs up my hands, lifting them and pinning them above my head. “I want to hear you screaming my name.”
Slowly, he begins to pull back, his cock sliding out of me, and then he suddenly slams back inside.
My eyes want to roll into the back of my head and my legs turn to jelly.
He grinds his hips again, working against my clit.
“Say it, Zoe,” he demands, and pulls out again only to slam back in to the hilt.
Fuck, why does he want me to say his name? I just want to enjoy this for what it is. An impulsive fling with a stranger. I don’t want to fucking connect with him.
Shifting my wrists into one hand, he reaches down and yanks down the top of my dress. I can hear seams ripping as his hand finds my breast. Cupping me, squeezing me.
His hips begin to pound into my thighs as he drives his cock deep.
I get swept up in the sensation, in the release building inside me. Forgetting all about his demand until he reminds me.
“Do you know who I am? Who’s fucking you right now?” he growls, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching me. “Whose cock is inside you right now, Zoe?”
I toss my head back and forth. I don’t normally like pain, but the way he’s pinching and tugging on my nipple is driving me crazy.
“Stubborn woman,” he grunts as my release reaches the bursting point.
I’m just about to explode, my walls clamping down on him, when he stills inside me.
I blink, dazed and confused, as my release begins to fade away.
“Why did you stop?” I ask while I thrust my hips at him expectantly.
“You’re not getting off until I get what I want, baby,” he says in a strained voice.
Inside me, I can feel his cock pulsing. He’s just as close as I am, and not moving must be just as much torture for him as it is for me. I squeeze myself around him and he gives my nipple a hard pinch before starting to slide out of me.
The loss of him is too much.
“No, don’t,” I plead.
Why is he doing this? Fuck. I know it’s cold and callous, but I just want him to be a body. A cock inside me.
I don’t want to give him power over me.
“You know what I want,” he grits out between his teeth.
My thighs tighten around him, but I can’t stop him from pulling out. He’s too strong.
I could keep fighting him and walk away… never knowing what was to be. Or I could give him what he wants and risk the heartache.
Steeling myself, I’m nearly begging as I say, “Please… please… don’t stop….”
Fuck it, I need this too much to let a silly thing like his name get in the way.
“Bry,” I finally sigh, and immediately feel a twinge like my body is associating the pleasure with him.
Fuck.
He stills and I hear him take a deep breath.
Then he suddenly thrusts himself back inside me.
“What was that?” he asks in a rough, demanding voice as he grinds his hips deep.
I’m too far gone to go back now.
“I said please don’t stop!” I cry out as my clit throbs and aches. “Don’t stop fucking me, Bry!”
“Fuck!” he cries out, and it’s almost like something inside of him has snapped.
He begins to slam himself inside me.
His cock pounding in and out of my pussy.
“Say it again. Tell me who’s fucking you, baby.”
The sound of our skin slapping together fills my ears as I moan out, “Bry. Bry is fucking me.”
My own words repeat inside of my head.
Bry is fucking me.
His hips collide with my thighs so hard I know I’m going to be bruised in the morning.
It’s so worth the ache though to have this part of him unleashed.
“That’s right. That’s right, baby. You’re mine. Mine,” he roars out as I feel him swelling.
But he doesn’t slow, he doesn’t stop. If anything, he drives himself faster, pushing me to the peak of my release.