Say You Want It

Goose bumps popped out along my flesh. He had me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his once more.

“I want you so fucking badly, baby,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Please.” I emphasized that one word.

Right now I just wanted to feel him pushing into me … stretching me. The sight of the erection he sported, the one that was pressed right between my legs, right against my slit, had me moaning. Zane wasn’t a small man by any means, and the thought of his huge cock inside of me had a fresh wave of wetness coming from my pussy. I wanted to feel him stretching my inner walls as he pushed that huge dick into me, wanted to feel so incredibly full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe, or wrap my head around it.

“God, Piper. Baby girl,” he groaned.

“I’m so ready for this, for you.”

He pulled his cock out, and I breathed out when he pressed it more forcefully to my cleft.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

I felt his dick throb between my legs, felt my slickness slip from my pussy and cover his shaft. We held each other’s gazes for several long seconds, and then we crashed our mouths together, clung to each other.

Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of us.

“I want to tear you apart,” he said in a harsh growl, grinding his cock against me more and more, harder and faster.

“I want that.”

“I should be gentle this first time, though,” he groaned.

“I don’t want sweet. I want fucking crazy.”

He chuckled softly. “Done, baby.”

I could see us together, how this would go.

Skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut, straining as we came together.

I became wetter by the second as that image slammed into my head over and over again. Without thinking, because at this point all I wanted was him shoved so deep inside of me nothing else mattered, I reached down, grabbed his huge cock, and angled it at the entrance of my pussy.

“You sure about this?” His voice was a serrated tone.

For a moment, time seemed to still. There was no crossing lines, no worry that I was going to ruin things with my father’s relationship with Zane.

There was just me and the man I loved.

He held my body up with one hand holding onto my ass, and placed his other hand on the wall beside my head. The tip of his cock became lodged in my body, and we both breathed out roughly. He opened his mouth to say something, but I shifted in his arms, causing his dick to slide in another inch.

He grunted.

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s going to hurt but then I’ll make it feel so fucking good.”

Then he was clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like my body was on autopilot. I moaned against his lips and clenched my pussy around his shaft.

The pain was unmistakable, had my breath stalling, and my body becoming strung tight. But despite all of that I did feel pleasure. I was finally with Zane, the man I loved, the one person I’d wanted for longer than I could even remember.

I didn’t want him to see any discomfort, because I knew he’d stop this, worried he was hurting me too much.

I needed him to go on. I needed this like a lifeline.

“You’re making me feel so full, Zane, and you’re not even all the way in.”

He rested his forehead against mine, and we panted into each other’s mouths. “You’re so fucking tight. God, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move, he was buried fully inside of me. I rested my head against the wall behind me and closed my eyes, the sting, burn, and stretching taking my breath away. It felt like I was burning alive, like he was burning me alive.

“You okay, baby girl?”

I nodded. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

Zane started moving in and out of me, and I couldn’t wrap my head around the exquisiteness of it all. The pain started to diminish as pleasure took over. I watched the play of ecstasy cover Zane’s face, and tried not to let the pleasure take me under once more.

“Zane.” He pulled out, and the head of his cock brushed along a hidden, sensitive spot inside of me. An involuntary shiver worked through me. What spot he’d hit had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Piper. Christ, Piper it feels so fucking good.” He pumped into me.

In and out.

In and out.

He was so far inside of me that there was no part of my body that he wasn’t touching. The pleasure stole any coherent words or thoughts from me.

He curled his fingers into my waist, holding on to me with a force that startled me. He moved in and out, and the sounds of our flesh slapping together was filthy, erotic. My pleasure mounted. The root of his erection rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me. Zane might have started off slow in moving inside of me, but with each passing second he was going faster, and harder, and the burn of my back rubbing against the wall blended with my pleasure.