Between the Bear's Sheets (Wylde Brothers 2)

The gasping, strangled noises that filled the room were coming from her, but she couldn’t find humiliation in them.

Ford grunted, cursed something foul, and then right before her pleasure diminished, he was flipping her on her back, gripping her wrists in one of his hands, and thrusting them above her head. The muscles of his biceps bulged and stood in stark contrast.

At that moment, as he stared down at her with an intense and wicked look on his face, she felt totally bared and vulnerable under him.

Spreading his knees wider apart caused her thighs to open even farther. With his free hand, he took hold of the root of his dick, aligned it at the opening of her pussy, and, never breaking eye contact, shoved his cock hard and deep into her in one thrust.

Mouth parting, eyes widening, and the sense of being completely filled had euphoria washing through her. She wasn’t a virgin, but she sure as hell felt like one.

The pleasure/pain of having Ford buried inside her was the most overpowering sensation Talia had ever felt.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned and closed his eyes. Hips jerking and pushing him impossibly farther into her pussy, a cry of ecstasy left her. She felt another massive orgasm building inside her despite the one she had just seconds before. She curled her fingers into the palm of her hands, wishing she could hold onto him and dig her nails into his flesh. “I’ve never felt anything so tight, or hot, or so damn good.” Sweat started to bead along his brow, and he grunted when she clenched her inner muscles around him.

He started to slowly pull out of her pussy. Right before he slipped completely out, Ford shoved back in, hard. Crying out from the agony and ecstasy the act caused, she knew he had ruined her. In just two short strokes, she would never be the same and would always compare every other sexual experience with this one moment.

She realized the fucked-up nature of that, but when a male like Ford took control, and Lord was he taking control of her, nothing was ever the same.

He started to thrust inside her, filling her up and leaving her empty. Over and over, he did this, bringing her to the edge of climax then denying her the end result. Talia wasn’t above begging for him to give it to her, to ease her suffering, but he was a sadist intent on torturing her with pleasure, and she was happy to claim the title of masochist.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so good, Talia.”

Shit, wasn’t he doing that already? He started slamming into her and retreating. In and out. In and out. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips to keep her stationary, and then Ford delivered on his promise to fuck her good.

The root of his shaft rubbed along her clit every time he slammed back into her, sending her closer and closer to coming, but as if he knew what was about to happen and just when she would break over the edge, he slowed, and the pleasure waned.

It was a never-ending crescendo of torture, and she wanted it to end in the worst way. Talia wanted to feel his dick swell even further inside her, filling every available inch of her pussy until there was no part of her he wasn’t touching.

She thrashed her head back and forth, braced her feet on the mattress, and lifted up to drive him deeper in her pussy. He growled deep in his throat and pushed back until he was sitting on his haunches.

He placed his hands on her inner thighs and curled his fingers into her flesh until she felt the pain that would no doubt leave bruises. She wanted it though, wanted his mark of ownership on her. That realization was shocking and intense.

“Harder, Ford. God, fuck me harder.” The words spilled from her, and she was surprised by her own wantonness. The low rumble that came from his chest was so powerful, so loud, that the vibrations slammed into her core and had her clenching around him.

He started pummeling into her with so much force she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t grasp the severity of his ministrations, and couldn’t handle the thought of only doing this once. She forced her eyes to stay open and watch in rapt awe as Ford stared at where his cock was sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Your cunt is so pink, wet, and stretched so tightly around my dick.” Sweat glistened off his body and slid down the hard planes of his muscular abdomen. She wanted to sit up and run her tongue along each individual droplet until the flavor of him was embedded inside her.

He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she exploded instantly. Biting her lip and tasting blood when her teeth sliced into the tender flesh, she relished the flash of pain. He continued to rub the nub back and forth until she pleaded with him to stop, told him it was too much, too sensitive.