Breaking Meredith (Disciples 4)

“Do you know how many hours I’ve spent watching you?”

He moves to the other breast and gives it long lap. I try to arch up, off the bed. This is too much… too much… but his hands keep me pinned down.

I’m breaking and he hasn’t even shoved his cock in me yet.

“Keeping you safe…”

His mouth suddenly covers me and he pulls back a hard suckle. I swear it feels like the pull of his mouth is tugging on a string connected directly to my clit.

My nipple tightens and tingles almost painfully as all my blood rushes into it. Then he releases it with a wet smacking sound.

“Protecting you…”

Reaching down between us, he takes himself in his hand. His mouth latches onto my breast and he suckles hungrily as his hand guides the crown of his cock through my folds, wetting it.

Then he poises it at my entrance.

He releases my nipple with a pop and growls, “Knowing I could never have you?”

His head tips up and his eyes lock on me, trapping me with the intensity of his openness. There’s such raw, naked longing in his eyes, I don’t even know how to begin processing it.

“Knowing I could never have what’s mine?” he says as he drives his hips forward, impaling me with the length of his thick shaft.

My back bows and my nails dig into the palms of my hands as he stretches me, spreading me open for him. It’s been so long, so very long, it should hurt. But I’m so damn wet he glides into me without any resistance.

His head drops forward and he groans as his cock fills me up, stopping only when he reaches my inner barrier.

Then he just holds himself there. Panting above me. Hand coming down on the bed.

“Over five thousand hours,” he finally rasps and then jerks, his head coming back up as my walls clench around him.

The way he looks at me… I’ve never felt so desired, so damn wanted.

He begins to pull back only to immediately sink back in like he can’t bear to leave me. He pushes so hard, so deep, he grinds against my clit, trapping it between us.

I cry out, throwing my head back as he grinds me into the mattress.

“You can fight me, Meredith. You can try to run, you can try to hide,” he grunts as he rolls his hips, punctuating each word before he finally pulls back. “But I’ll always fucking find you…”

He slams into me. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go. Only death can come between us…”

My body rocks back from the force of his thrust and my breasts jiggle against my chest.

Grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to look up at him as he pulls out and slams into me, again and again.

“And even that might not be enough to free you from my grasp,” he declares as he starts to fuck me into oblivion.

In the very marrow of my bones I know he means it. He means all of it. And god help me, staring up at him, I don’t even want to fight it. I want to fucking revel in it. Revel in his obsession, in his fucking madness, because I caused it.

“Your body was made to take my body…”

It was, I nearly agree, but thankfully I’m so close to my release only a moan spills from my lips.

More of his weight comes down on top of me but his fingers continue to tug on my hair. Keeping my attention focused on his face, even as the force of the orgasm building inside me threatens to shatter all my senses.

“I’m going to fill every fucking hole in your body with my cock, Meredith,” he moans.

He fucking moans.

“And I can’t wait to take your ass.”

His hips slam into my thighs so hard I know I’m going be bruised in the morning. But the pleasure he’s inflicting makes it worth it. So worth it.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good…” he grunts between pants. “Even better than I imagined. So much fucking better…”

My walls squeeze around him suddenly and that confession alone is enough to send me spiraling over the edge.

Knowing that’s he wanted this for so long, that’s he dreamed about it… that he’s imagined it again and again… has me screaming out his name as wave after wet wave of orgasmic bliss crashes into me.

Overwhelming me.

Shutting out everything else in the universe until only the two of us exist.

There’s only his body connected to my body. His cock pounding into my pussy. Swelling. Growing.

And now pulsing as he roars to the heavens.

Screaming out my name as his own orgasm hits him.

“Meredith. Fuck. Meredith…” he roars, pumping me full of warmth.

But he doesn’t slow. No, he yanks hard on my hair as my eyes start to close, forcing me to keep my attention focused on his face. Focused on the moment.