He pushes me a little further until I feel my rib cage rubbing against the edge of the roof. He has no choice but to adjust himself behind me to be able to keep holding onto me, but suddenly I don’t fucking care because my ass is high in the air and the front of his pants are rubbing right against my pussy.
I couldn’t seriously be this fucked in the head.
“What’s it going to be, Shayne?” he questions, pulling back on my hair until my back is arched, forcing me up just a little from the edge and making the front of his pants skim past my pussy once again. “Do I let you go or would you prefer this to go another way?”
“You want to know what I want?” I spit, my fingers aching as they tightly grip the edge.
“I’m all fucking ears.”
Knowing I could regret this, I let the words fly free before I give myself the chance to keep them to swallow them down. I let my true nature fly free and I don’t hold back one fucking bit. “I want you to hold me over this fucking roof and pull my hair like it was the only thing keeping you breathing. I want you to spank my ass like it was one of your drums, then only when my ass is stinging from your handprint, I want you to slam that big fucking cock deep inside my pussy and fuck me until I forget why I hate you so goddamn much.”
“Why?” he growls through a clenched jaw.
I shake my head, hardly knowing myself. “I need you to make me feel alive because your whole fucking family has slaughtered everything good inside of me.”
“That’s what you want?” he questions, his tone thick with suspicion.
“Fucking do it now or let me fall. It doesn’t matter to me, not anymore.”
Silence fills the air and just when I think he’s about to let me go, I feel him shuffling behind me. His other hand grips the back of my sweatpants and he tears them right down to my knees, exposing my weeping pussy.
I feel the cool breeze against me but nothing else matters, not when I feel him releasing his thick cock against my ass. He pulls harder on my hair, ripping my head right back. “You sure this is what you want, little one?” he questions. “Once I bury myself in that tight cunt, I won’t be stopping.”
“Then you better make it worth my while.”
Without even a shred of hesitation, he lines his thick cock up with my entrance and slams deep inside of me. I cry out, his delicious invasion stretching me wide and giving me exactly what I need to feel again. Levi draws back, his cock slick with my arousal before giving it to me again and again.
His fingers dig into my ass cheek, and just when I think that’s all he’s going to give me, his hand comes down in a bruising spank. I groan deep, clenching down around his thick, veiny cock. A deep guttural moan sounds from behind me, and knowing that he’s enjoying me just as much as I’m enjoying him, nearly has me shattering around him.
Levi adjusts his hold on my hair, releasing it just enough to completely wrap his hand around it as he pushes deeper inside of me. I spread my knees wider and try to lower my chest even further over the edge, living on that adrenaline that pulses through my veins. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything quite so stupid, but fuck it, this place has me doing things that I never in a million years would have expected of myself.
I release one of my hands off the edge, knowing that Levi won’t let me fall, at least not until after he comes. I reach between my thighs and roll my clit between my fingers, groaning with the sweet pleasure rocking through me.
Levi’s hand curves around my ass and just when I think he’s going to spank me again, his thumb drops to my pussy and mixes with my arousal. He draws it back up to my hole and a shiver sails over my skin as he presses against it, slowly pushing his thumb inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry as he yanks back on my hair again, pulling me up higher from the edge. His thumb moves in my ass as I press down harder on my clit, rubbing tight, furious circles.
My pussy clenches and it’s only a matter of time before I come undone, but not without him. I want to feel him emptying inside of me. I want to know that despite our fucked up little relationship and the way that he holds me over the edge, that I still hold the power.
His thrusts get harder and deeper and my eyes roll back as I feel myself burning from the inside out. I begged him to make me feel alive, and damn it, he’s a man who sticks to his word. Hell, he even told me that he won’t play games with me. If I want something from him, then I need to ask for it, and damn it, he’s more than coming through for me.