“Fucking hell, Christy!” he cries out and dumps me on the bed. “You’re going too far now; you’re going to pay for that!”
Laughing, I roll over onto my hands and knees, trying to scramble away from him. Before I reach the end of the bed, he grabs me by the hips and yanks me back.
“Alex,” I groan as he pulls my shorts down to my knees. “Please…”
He ignores me, his rough palms grabbing and squeezing my cheeks. “Christy,” he sighs huskily. “This ass has been driving me crazy.”
I bite my lip as he caresses me and can’t quite stop my back from arching. As much as I worry about him worsening his injuries, knowing that he’s been wanting me all night excites me. If it doesn’t hurt him, I want him to take me. I want to feel him buried deep inside me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. “Tell me now.”
Fuck no, I don’t want him to stop. More than anything I want him to keep going.
“Christy,” he growls, taking the length of my hair in his hand and pulling my head back. “Tell me.”
“Please,” I gasp out, gazing up at him as he stares down at me expectantly. His eyes are so dark yet parts of them spark in the moonlight like he’s crackling with energy. “Don’t stop, Alex.”
His grip on my hair relaxes and my head falls forward. Behind me the bed dips and I can sense him doing something.
Reaching up, I brush my hair out of my eyes and glance back just before the crown of his cock bumps against my sex.
I jerk, startled, and he grabs my hips to hold me in place.
I don’t know why but his sudden aggression is really getting to me. There’s something about him taking control and exerting his power over me that excites me to the point that I’m struggling to breathe.
“You’re already wet,” he growls and then I feel the crown of his cock swirling against my entrance, slicking himself up with my wetness.
“Alex,” I pant, arching and pushing back.
“Stay still,” he growls in warning and gives my right cheek a sharp smack.
I want to, I want to do what I’m told but I just can’t. I need him inside of me too bad.
Head dropping forward, my fingers clutch at the sheet as I struggle to keep my hips from thrusting back.
His right hand slides up, under my shirt, and grabs my breast while the fingers of his left hand dig into my hip, keeping me in place. Then I feel the crown of his cock pushing forward, the hot velvety length of his shaft sliding through my folds.
All kinds of delicious, tingling sensations flutter through my belly as he pulls back and slides forward again.
The crown of his cock drags against my clit and my knees go weak. My arms tremble, struggling to hold my weight up against the jolts of sensation.
Pulling back, he slides back and forth, back and forth, driving me crazy with the need to be penetrated by him. To be filled by him.
Why is he doing this? Why is he torturing me like this? Why doesn’t he just enter me? I’m too damn weak and inexperienced to handle this.
“Alex,” I moan, thrusting back when his cock drags across my clit once more.
Tensing my thighs, I lock around him as he tries to pull back. The need to keep him here, just like this, is just too strong.
My clit pulses against his warmth and inside I clench down, fighting against my baser instincts to beg him to relieve this pounding, throbbing ache.
He snarls loudly and I feel him shudder against my back. “Fucking hell, Christy. Stop it or I’m going to fuck you like a fucking animal.”
He says that like it’s a bad thing or something…
“Do it,” I taunt him and throw a glance over my shoulder. I don’t really know what I’m asking for but right now I’ll take him any way I can get him.
“I’m trying to go slow,” he rumbles deeply, his voice reminding me of a rolling thunder in the distance. “So I don’t hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I insist and flex my thighs against his trapped cock.
“Last warning,” he growls and smacks me hard on the ass.
I jump a little in surprise and my thighs relax, releasing him. He pulls away, leaving me feeling empty and entirely too desperate.
“Alex,” I whine, pushing back into him.
His hand comes down on my back and pushes down, forcing my face down towards the bed.
“I warned you,” he rasps and then I hear a wrapper being torn open.
I try to glance back, to see what he’s doing, but his hand slides up to my neck, pushing my face into the mattress.
“Stay just like that.”
I feel vulnerable and completely exposed in this position. Every instinct inside of me is screaming for me to get up, to not give him my back like this.