“Fuck,” he growls, and I want it. I want him to fuck me.
I want it to hurt.
I want to know I’m his.
“Do it,” I hiss. “Please, sir, fuck me…”Chapter Twenty-OneAlexanderThe girl’s pussy is a fucking dream.
I stay still as a fucking statue, catching my breath with my dick buried to the hilt inside that beautiful little slit.
She clenches and my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow.
“Do it,” she hisses. “Please, sir, fuck me…”
Her eyes are hooded and hazy, fixed on mine in our reflection. Her pretty little tits move with her breath, her hair soft in my grip.
If she thinks I’m going to fuck her hard and fast to get this over with, she’s mistaken. Very fucking mistaken. But I don’t think that’s what she’s angling for.
The want in her eyes is all real.
She whimpers as I slowly pull out, sucks in breath as I ease myself inside her a second time, and I tug her hair, arching her back until her pale throat is exposed in the mirror. Her eyelashes flutter, and she turns her head as far as I’ll allow, angling her face to mine as I lower myself to pin her. I feel her soft moans against my cheek, and her lips press to my skin, a gentle kiss that makes my stomach lurch. Like a rollercoaster. A fucking rollercoaster.
I let go of her hair and wrap my fingers around her pretty throat. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t shy away as I squeeze just enough that she’ll feel the pressure.
“Please…”
Her breath is a whisper, her open lips brushing my cheek.
I kiss her. A crash of my mouth against hers, deep and hard as her tongue comes forward to meet mine.
She shivers. Moans for me.
And it’s strange.
Insane how my heart aches in my chest.
Insane how real this feels.
Insane how much affection I feel in this stranger’s kiss, in the way her body yields to mine, the way she grinds her hips to meet my thrusts, even though it must hurt like hell.
I hitch up on my knees for more momentum, and she yelps but she’s smiling. I kiss her temple and breathe into her hair, and my fingers squeeze tighter around her throat, holding firm as I pick up speed, opening that tight little pussy to take me.
And then I stop. Stop before it’s too late. I pull out, my dick throbbing as her pussy fights my exit.
I flip her. She rolls so easily onto her back, her arms snaking around my neck as I lower myself on top. Her feet glide up my calves and hook around my thighs, her eyes staring right into mine, her smile so gentle.
As though she loves me.
And I’m lost, taken beyond my control, beyond any scrap of reason in my jaded fucking mind.
I’ve barely composed myself before my cock demands back in. One push and I’m all the way inside her, propped on my elbows with this beautiful girl’s eyes sinking deep into mine, and I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop myself slowing down to savour every crazy fucking second of this madness.
Her hands slide down my back, her fingertips gripping, teasing, feeling me. Her legs wrap around my waist and squeeze, urging me deeper, and there’s no whimpering, no murmur of pain as I take her harder. Take her faster. Take every fucking thing from that gorgeous little pussy.
I’m getting close, my breath frantic as my heart pounds, and I can’t fight the urges. I don’t want to fight them.
“Trust me.” My voice is a rasp. A desperate rasp.
And she nods. She fucking nods.
“Don’t fight,” I insist.
“I won’t,” she whispers.
And she doesn’t. Not when I pin my weight on one elbow, not when my hand slides around her throat and grips tight.
Her eyes are just inches from mine, my breath on her face as hers stops.
“Trust me,” I repeat.
Her chest strains, her mouth open as she struggles to take a breath, but she doesn’t stop me, not even as she gasps for breath, over and over, she makes no move to stop me whatsoever.
And fuck, how I fucking fuck her.
I fuck her like a man fucking possessed, her body shunting under me as I keep my grip tight around her pretty neck.
She splutters, her eyes flashing involuntary panic, squirming just a little as she strains for breath that won’t come.
I kiss her. Plunging my tongue inside her breathless mouth as she chokes for me.
She should fight, but she doesn’t. Her hands grip my shoulders, her fingers digging in so tight, and I know she’s struggling against the panic, struggling to let this be.
Her eyes are scared and raw, welling up with tears as she battles the urge to wrestle her way free.
And it’s beautiful.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I wait. Steady. So fucking steady.
I feel her going there, watch her so intently as she calms.