Dirty: A Naughty Tale

It’s my turn to smirk at the jealousy in his tone. “You.”

“That’s my girl.” He whispers the words, but I feel them throughout my entire frame. His girl. I really could get used to the sound of that.

Don’t Celeste, you’ll get hurt. Stupid inner voice.

His expert fingers search out my heat and soon he’s inserting one finger, then another, and all too quickly I’m floating high in the sky. Nothing but euphoria flows through me.

“Martin…” I whine.

“Celeste.”

He groans. Pulling his hands free, I sense him moving forward and feel the fat head of his cock pushing at my entrance.

“Don’t tighten up on me.” His harsh growl vibrates in the room.

Dropping my legs as far open I can, I arch into his body, hoping to make it easier. The burning in my core has tears in my eyes and soon he’s forced his way in, and a pain-filled scream rips from my chest.

“Shhh.” He tries to soothe, but I can’t stand it and try to push him away. “Stop moving, Celeste.” His angry bark pops my eyes open and I see he’s in just as much pain as I am.

I can’t stop the sob breaking free. “It hurts.”

“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, cheek, neck, and coming back to my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue between my lips, making me think of what he’s doing up here rather than down there. “Rock into me, lift your hips up and down, nice and slow. Just like…fuck.” Dropping his head onto my chest, his breaths are harsh, and I soon find a slow rhythm that eases the pain inside.

“Are you okay?” I whisper when he still doesn’t move.

“I have to move, Celeste,” he groans.

“Okay.”

“It might hurt you.”

I hesitate. “Okay.” I want his pleasure every bit as much as my own, and if that means some discomfort, I’ll take it, because it means I gave him something.

Gripping my thighs in his large hands, Marty puts them over his shoulders while leaning over my body, I’m suddenly extremely grateful for those gymnastics’ courses all these years.

“So fucking tight.” He groans into my ear.

My knees are at my shoulders and my arms are pinned by his hands, but good lord does this feel wonderful.

“Harder, Martin.” I don’t know where the words come from, but I know I need him to move more. To give us more.

“You’re so soft, and supple.” His praise makes me smile until he hits something inside of me and my body goes nuclear.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” I pant. Panic blasts through me as his pace picks up and my body tenses, releasing adrenaline through my bloodstream and making me light-headed.

“Breathe for me, baby.” Marty watches me with hooded eyes and barely leashed desire.

“I can’t.” I whine.

Gripping my chin with his hand, a snarl crosses his face as he tilts my head. “You fucking can, but I’ll give you a reason not to.” And he slams his mouth over mine. This is nothing like the sweet kisses we shared before.

He’s rough. Demanding. Hard. He takes everything he wants from me and gives nothing in return. Biting my tongue, I hiss, but he sucks, making every pulse point in my body throb with pleasure.

“Give it to me, Celeste. Give me everything.”

I bite my lip, close my eyes, and breathe as he continues to love my body. Proving over and over that whatever pleasure my hand has given me is nothing compared to the buildup I’m feeling now.

“Oh God. Oh fuck. Martin!” I scream so loud my voice cracks. Sweat drips down my forehead and my body freezes as he thrusts, unrelenting through my pleasure, and takes his own.