“I won’t break.”
He groaned a second before he moved his hips back and forth, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back inside of me. I didn’t want him to see that the sting of pain was there, because that was just a small amount of this experience.
A guttural groan left Matthew, and he jerked his hips forward. “You feel so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll last.”
I rose up slightly and stared down the length of my body. I watched as he thrust his dick in and out of me.
God.
“No more fighting. No more denying,” he said as if speaking to himself.
He started a steady thrusting now and I fell back on the bed and breathed out as the sensations moved through me.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Matthew. So long I’m embarrassed to even admit it.” I said those words on a moan, not even caring how honest they were.
He pushed up from me, one forearm braced on either side of my head, and looked down at my body. A muscle in his jaw ticked as if he were fighting with himself for control.
“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.” His words were clipped, his jaw set so tight I heard his teeth gnashing together.
“I’m fine.” I held onto his biceps. “I promise.” My inner muscles clenched around him on their own and he groaned. I heard him inhale sharply, as if that small act was almost his undoing.
Matthew took one of his hands and placed it between my breasts, as if to keep me steady, keep me in place.
“You’re so wet for me, so tight.” I watched as his throat worked as he swallowed. “You’re so fucking primed for me,” he whispered. My nipples tightened as blood rushed to them.
Matthew leaned down and latched his lips onto my neck again, licking and sucking at my skin until it felt pleasurably abraded. He ran his tongue up my throat and a moan left me.
So. Good.
And before I knew what was happening, his mouth was off my neck, his lips suctioned around one of my nipples. Matthew’s harsh, guttural groans filled my ears.
“Kiss me,” I cried out and he was doing just that instantly.
I swept my tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of me was still on him, and I grew wetter from it.
He broke the kiss, his breathing as if he’d run a marathon.
“I can’t wait another second.”
Thank God.
And when he cupped both sides of my face and kissed me possessively, my pussy clenched around him.
“Christ.” He started moving back and forth, faster and harder with each passing second. The broad head of his cock stretched my virgin pussy. When he thrust into me, I moved up an inch on the bed, gasping from the sensations.
Matthew leaned back slightly and watched himself push into me and pull back out. “This means you’re mine.” He snapped his eyes up to stare at my face. “No one will ever fucking have you but me.”
The play of muscles that rippled along his chest and abdomen spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from me, further aiding in his penetration. The sounds of wet sex filled my head and I felt my pleasure climb high, my orgasm rising to the surface.
Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. The force it took for him to control himself turned me on even more. His cock slid in and out of me.
“Christ, Ivy,” Matthew said harshly. He braced himself on his knees and gripped my inner thighs, pushing my legs impossibly wider as he sank into my body. When he lifted his gaze back to mine, he said hoarsely, “You see how I’m taking you?” I could only nod. “No going back now, baby.”
He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and I saw the glossiness from my arousal coating his thick length. He placed his thumb on my clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, slow and steady.
I exploded for him.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes as my orgasm claimed me. And Matthew didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of me, drawing out my climax until my eyes widened and I cried out, unable to stop myself.
I couldn’t breathe.
When the world came back into focus, I stared at him. He looked feral, perspiration beaded over his body, his focus trained right on me. His short hair was damp at his temples from the sweat, a sexy look that had my desire climbing once more even though I’d just gotten off hard.
But before I could move, think, even breathe, Matthew was on his back with me straddling his waist, his cock still buried deep in my body.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He lifted me easily, forcing his cock to almost slip out. “Christ, baby.” He had his gaze trained right on where we were connected. He pushed me down, lifted me up, and did this over and over again until I was dizzy with need all over again.