Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)
His hands curl around my hips, directing them into him as he pushes his groin against me.
“You won’t let the world know about us, then let me have this, Adriana.”
I’m still confused about what he’s asking for. We’re standing in the doorway to the balcony, and stupidly I am assuming that we’ll fuck inside the room with the drapes shut.
“Let me make it nice and clear for you to avoid any confusion,” he continues, moving closer to my ear. “I want to fuck you, right here, in broad daylight. I want everyone to see you belong to me.”
It takes a moment to sink in, and the second my body registers his commands, that familiar rush down below builds, torturing me with pleasure.
“People can see us.” The nerves are driving me to whisper.
“That’s the plan.”
My eyes divert to the sidewalk, and while we’re quite high up, I can still make out the array of people walking down the street. My sensibility is pushed aside as his hands wander to the front of my jeans, careful to zip them down. In one swift move, they are around my ankles and pushed aside.
Although he is behind me, I’m quick to notice his shorts lay on top of my jeans, wearing only his boxers. Still only in my tank and panties, the touch of his fingers brush against my front, causing me to buckle into him. He catches me, applying pressure as a moan escapes my mouth loudly. Like every other time he has touched me, my body has taken control, blood pumping hard in my veins allowing the adrenaline of pleasure to consume me whole.
However, this time he ups the ante.
His hands make their way back up to my face, roughly sliding his index finger into my mouth, forcing me to suck. I do so, building up my saliva as my lips wrap around his finger sucking it with ease.
With his left hand, his palm glides across my backside, and in a quick fistful, he grabs my panties forcing them down to my ankles. I shuffle to free them, excited and impatient for his next move.
“Tell me I’m the first to be inside here.” The low rumble escapes his throat as he applies pressure at the entrance.
I nod, but he is unsatisfied, his demands repeated. “Tell me out loud.”
The pleasure and pain all roll into one, encouraging me to respond boldly, “Yes, Julian, you’re the first to fuck me in the ass.”
He stiffens, but it’s short-lived. His grip tightens, almost hurting my small frame. I don’t know what to expect and wish I had some time to prepare by studying porn or something. He takes control not allowing me any more time to think. Taking a deep breath, he continues to circle the entrance, smothering it with the moisture between my legs. The tip of his arousal toys my entrance excitedly, my body tensing in nerves, and as soon as he senses my tension, he rubs the small of my back and whispers for me to relax.
He doesn’t enter quite yet, focusing on my swollen clit, rubbing it fast and steady. Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps, holding back the impending orgasm. I give him a signal, a slight push back to suggest I’m ready. With his hand firmly on my hip, he guides himself slowly into me. The pain ricochets, and a small cry escapes my mouth. Terrified, I’m on the verge of telling him to stop, worried that there’s no chance in hell his gigantic dick will fit in my ass. It’s impossible, right? It will tear me apart! And then worst yet, what if I needed to… Oh my God, shut up! Shut up!
“It’ll hurt at first, but I promise you it’ll feel good.” He pushes a little further, my body continuing to tense. I take deep breaths, failing to relax. I grip his wrist, a sign to stop.
“You trust me?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Then let me have all of you, Adriana.”
He begs of me what I already want to give, and with that, I take control, easing myself back into him ignoring the deep, throbbing pain and allowing his whole cock to sit inside my ass. The moment I’ve taken him all in, a moan escapes followed by slow movements. He talks me through this experience, every thrust, every sensation, and I lose myself to his words, using them to enhance the torturous pleasure that he promises I’ll experience. The pressure of his cock entering me whole consumes me, the ache of my clit begging to be touched.
He reads my body like it’s his own, guiding his hands to my front, and with just one brush, I brace myself for the finishing line.
I want all of him, and I’m not afraid to tell him. “I want you inside me, everywhere on me.”
His ragged breaths and rough handling demand I tell him where.
“I want you inside my mouth.”
He moans.
“I want you inside my pussy.”
He grunts.
“I want you inside my ass.”