Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Mouse whimpers below me, her eyes sparkling with fear. I lean forward, spreading her legs wide, sinking deeper into her tight channel, hissing out in pleasure as she squeezes me so tightly the air in my lungs disappears. I settle just above her on my forearms. With both hands, I cradle her face, pulling it into mine. My lips settle onto hers as I slip another inch deeper. This time, when she whimpers, there’s a tinge of pain to the noise and I kiss it away, my lips savoring hers. Her hands come up to the back of my head, holding me there.

I grunt into her mouth, feeling her tight pussy resist another inch of my swollen cock. I’m only halfway in and there is no fucking way that’s all I’m giving her. My sweet mouse is going to take all nine inches of my length and then beg me for more.

“Xander” she cries beneath me, her eyes bleeding deeply into mine. I can feel her chest constrict beneath mine. I remind myself how fragile she is, like a delicate fucking flower. If I don’t care for her, she will wilt away.

“Shhh, Mouse, it will only hurt for a few more moments,” I lie, moving my lips from hers and down over her chin. I pepper kisses against her jaw and then down the slope of her throat. I press my lips firmly against her throbbing pulse and swivel my hips, slamming into her to the hilt in one thick motion.

Her body stiffens, and she cries out in pain. I know it hurt… Fuck, do I know. I can feel how tight she is, her body’s resistance to my length, but she will adjust. My tiny mouse will survive.

I fist the sheets beside her head, afraid that if I touch her, I may bruise her. I want her so badly it consumes my every waking thought. There is no good or bad in this moment. There is simply Mouse and me, our bodies saying all the things neither of us ever could. I remain very still, beads of sweat form against my brow, and the tension in my body tightens.

I want to pound into her, to hear our flesh smack against each other’s. I want to listen to her pants of pleasure and watch the flush of heat as it consumes her, but I won’t… not yet.

Breaking you would be the biggest mistake… I remember the words I spoke to her last night, before she fell asleep in my arms. I move slowly, my strokes gentle, fluid, my hips move in a rolling motion, crashing into her like waves against the beach. I grit my teeth and up my pace slightly when I feel Mouse lifting her hips into mine, catching each thrust and giving it back to me.

“You feel like heaven, and you’re as close as I’m ever going to get…” I press onward, meeting Mouse’s tiny thrusts, her hands grip my skin, and tiny puffs of air leave her lungs. When her nails sink into my shoulder blades, tiny pricks of pain radiate down my spine, making me slam into her fiercely.

“Xander, I’m–I’m–coming…” she sighs, her blue eyes drifting closed. I feel heat blooming deep into my belly, the knot of pleasure unraveling with each and every stroke, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. Mouse’s pussy flutters around me, her muscles tightening, her tiny nails giving me more pain. I relish in that pain. It festers deep inside me, and I elongate her orgasm, moving a hand between our bodies.

Two fingers find her engorged clit, begging to be played.

“Fuck, Mouse, I want you to come again. Squeeze my cock, make me come inside you.” I pant the words into her ear. I lose control as her body obeys my command. Soft shudders of pleasure rip through her, and I push her shirt up, taking one of her pink puckered nipples into my mouth. I suck and flick the little bud, moving in and out of her furiously.

I’m not anywhere near my normal strokes, my normal need of pain mixed with pleasure, but I’m giving her everything I can without hurting her, and it’s setting me on fire, igniting my soul, making something inside me snap.

My heart cracks, the darkness inside me pouring out of the damn muscle. I release her tit with a loud pop, biting the hardened nipple. Mouse whimpers in both pleasure and pain, and I move my hands down to her hips, holding her in place while I fuck us both into sweet oblivion. My grip is bruising, my pumps pushing us up the bed.

A tightening in my balls steals the air from my lungs, and Mouse’s tiny nails sink deeper into my flesh with my hard strokes.