Miles seems determined to prove me wrong, he presses a thumb against my clit as he moves in and out of me. His movements are slow and precise, and soon I’m drenched, my sex pulsing with a need that rivals anything I’ve ever felt before. My heart swells inside my chest as our gazes clash. The pressure inside of me builds and builds, and still, he fucks me at the same speed, giving me just enough to keep me coming back for more.
His hot breath fans against my cheeks, and I watch as sweat beads his brow, his muscles are tight, his body rigid, and I know he’s holding back, but I don’t want him to. I want him to take me, own me, possess me.
“More,” I lift my hips beckoning him forward, begging for him to take me deeper.
“Can’t,” he grunts, shaking his head, his eyes fall closed, and I know he’s grappling for control.
“Please,” I beg, wanting, no, needing him buried to the hilt.
“Rose…” it sounds as if he’s in pain, and I know if I want him to do this, I’ll have to force him. Lifting my hips at the same time, he pushes forward, the movement causes him to enter me deeper, pleasure pools deep in my gut at the feeling.
“Again,” I urge, wrapping my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass.
“I don’t want to hurt you. If I lose control, I could fuck you until you’re nothing more than a bloody mess against the sheets,” he grits but continues to hit that spot just a little deeper inside of me. A few more thrusts and butterflies are taking flight in my belly. Miles grips me with bruising force as he drives in and out, in and out, until we’re both falling apart.
Clenching around his length, I let the orgasm rip through me, destroying all my fears and worries. Miles explodes inside of me a few moments later, a slew of curses follow behind him as his chest rises and falls, pleasure filling his features. He holds himself up with one arm, keeping his weight off my body as his cock jerks inside of me, jets of hot semen fill my channel.
“Your pussy is so tight and small, it’s pushing my come out and down my cock,” Miles grumbles as he presses his face into the crook of my neck. “I want to mark you, but you can’t take all of me. I am just too big, too much for your tiny body.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, threading my fingers through his sweaty hair. A dull ache has formed between my legs, but it’s nothing I’d have ever expected it to be. Sex with Miles is indescribable.
Lifting his head, his eyes bleed into mine, “No, Rose, you’re perfect. I am a sinner, unworthy of someone like you, but you’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Only I will fuck you, taste your pussy, and show you pleasure. Only I will give you what your body craves and needs.”
Not that I understand what I’m feeling yet, but I agree with him. He saved me, and no one else is going to care for me as he has. “Yes… only yours, always yours,” I whisper against his clammy skin.
9
Miles
I’d had sex with many women in my life, but nothing measured up to what sex was like with Rose. I’d never felt so much passion or been so consumed with the need to care for the other person. For the last six hours, I’d watched her sleep. Her body tucked into mine, her cheek plastered to my chest. It took every morsel of control I had not to fuck her straight into the mattress again after coming inside of her last night.
The need to take from her, again and again, was all-consuming, like a raging beast that beat against my chest, begging to be set free. But I couldn’t, wouldn’t take from her. Remembering how she barely took my cock inside of her tight body made me shudder. I wanted her to take all of me but knew it would take patience, one thing I had never had to deal with before. Nothing is like I expected it to be with Rose.
Looking down at her naked body, I know I have to get out of this bed before I do something I may very well regret. Slowly, I untangle our limbs, listening as Rose mumbles incoherent words against the sheet. Slipping out of bed, I do my best to pad across the floor quietly, but when you’re as huge as I am, nothing is quiet.
The ache in my balls makes it hard for me to walk, and with my massive cock harder than stone, it might as well be a sword that I use to kill since it won’t be sinking inside Rose’s tight channel for some time.