Anguished (Crimson Elite 2)

“Echo,” I scream his name, it comes fast and unexpected. It hits me like I didn’t expect it to. My eyes squeeze tight and when I open them again, he’s up removing his briefs kicking them off before he comes back down pulling my panties off fast. He smirks as he comes down pulling my legs, so my body slides to the end of the bed where he is. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and grips my hip with one hand, as his other touches my breast again squeezing before I feel him at my entrance.

“Tell me, Red, tell me how you want me to fuck you?” He teases me, his cock at my entrance, I feel him there and I’m pulsating all over ready with excitement for what I know he can give me. My lips squeeze together in a thin line, not wanting to speak but he enters me slowly, just the tip before he pulls out and teases me again. “You’re going to have to use those words, pretty girl,” he teases me again, then not going in just playing at my entrance.

“Fuck me, Echo. Now.” He lifts a hand to his head and salutes me.

“At your command, Red.” And he does just that. He isn’t slow with it, he slams straight into me, watching for every move as he does so. Each thrust, his eyes stay on me even when I can no longer keep mine open. When I reopen after squeezing them so tightly from the orgasm that’s building he stays watching me. His hands play with my breasts then one skims down to touch my clit, playing it with his magical hands. My back starts to arch, and his hand is at my mouth, his fingers at my lips, as he slides one in for me to suck. Not once does he stop thrusting into me, punishing my pussy like it’s his and always will be, to do so with it as he pleases. I moan loudly as I lift up.

“Slap me.”

He stops and looks at me with shock, then smirks. He pushes once, stops then while my ass is lifted, from my legs being up around his neck he slaps my ass, hard. I can feel the sting from it and smile at him as I lift up to touch his face. My legs stay locked around him, my body now bent in half letting him have all of me.

His lips are brief but persistent as they touch mine kissing me before I fall back on the bed. He grips both legs, lifting them from his neck and holds them up, using me as his own pole, holding them and slamming into me. Each thrust he drives deeper and deeper until I can’t take it any longer and my body gives. I shake and close my eyes, my teeth clench hard as the orgasm wracks through my body. He thrusts a few more times before he places my legs on either side of him and then he lays on me. His head between my breasts as we both try to catch our breath.

“This doesn’t mean we’re fixed, you know that, right?”

He nods not saying a word.

There’s a knocking sound on the door and I jump. Echo doesn’t move from the spot he’s comfortable in, so I push at him and he just laughs.

“They’ll go away. I’m happy where I am, thank you.”

I push him again until he has to move to the side, I get up and quickly find some clothes, getting dressed as the knocking becomes louder. I turn to look at him and see him already staring.

“Does anyone have keys?” I ask, hoping no one can simply walk in.

“Nope. I changed the locks.” Oh, he changed them so Selena wouldn’t have keys. I nod and walk out going straight to the door and pulling it open. His mother stands there smiling at me.

“Hi,” I utter unsure of what to say. “Echo’s in his room. Do you want me to get him?” She looks behind me and I do too—Echo’s standing there in a pair of basketball shorts as he leans on the wall watching us.

“Mother.”

I step aside and she walks in, her eyes look everywhere before she looks at her son.

“I thought it was time.”

He raises an eyebrow looks to me then back to her. “You thought it was time to finally see where I live?”

Shit, really?

“Yes, I’m trying. It’s hard.”

“We all deserve a second chance, I guess.”

I glance up as he says it, and know he’s talking to me, but I have to look to confirm it. Shaking my head at his words in disbelief, I walk past them and straight to his room so I can grab my things. I hear them talking and I’m thankful it’s civil and not hostile like it was last time. Grabbing my bag I walk out, Echo stops speaking and looks to me.