“Yes,” I whisper, arching up to press my chest against his.
His hand rubs against me, right where I ache for him. “Should I pin you down and show you how a man uses his woman?”
My body answers him with an urgency I don’t recognize.
He enters me again and I cry out, but he covers my mouth with his hand. I’m under him and helpless, with my nipples peaked and pressed against his chest. It’s agony, but also incredible. While I’m mewling behind his hand, he moves his hips. I feel him deep inside me, almost to my belly button.
“It feels good to be inside you. You’re so tight and sweet.” His voice is sexy and gruff.
It’s exciting. I gasp, straining beneath him, trying not to panic.
His smile is dark and triumphant. “Such a good little kitten.”
I don’t know why, but I spasm around him, and that feels good and hurts at the same time.
“Mmm. See what your body likes?” He withdraws and then drives in again, so deep that he’s banging against my womb. My belly cramps, but my greedy lust hugs his shaft at the same time.
I dig my nails into his arms. He kisses me roughly. Dragging my arms down, I scratch him. He bites my lip.
“Watch those claws,kiska.”
“You’re hurting me,” I gasp.
“You move like you like it.”
I know it’s true. There’s pleasure to this pain. Deep in my core, it feels right. His groin rubs against mine, igniting intense need. My hand slides between our bodies, pushing against his, but also touching the aching place. Right below my fingertips he’s velvet over iron. My hand goes lower, feeling the gape of my lips where I’m spread around him. I feel the rim of latex, until he reaches down and pulls my hand away.
“Leave that alone. I’m not ready to put a baby in your belly yet.”
I don’t know why that makes me clench him tighter or why a little groan spills from my lips.
He starts to move in and out with more force. I can’t stop him and don’t even want to anymore, so I force myself to accept every hard thrust. Then I feel a deep need. I’m so close.
“Please, please, please.”
He drives deep, then doesn’t pull back. Instead he makes small circles, grinding against that desperate spot. A white-hot ball of pleasure bursts inside me.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper. My walls spasm convulsively, gripping him hard.
He starts again, thrusting faster and harder. Maybe it hurts more, but I can’t tell.
His body strains and beads of sweat drip onto me. Then he groans from deep in his chest and his hips jerk hard, banging against me.
“Oh, fuck,” he rasps. “Fuck.”
He’s climaxed too, and that’s very satisfying for me, as always.
His ragged breath ruffles my hair, and his head drops so his mouth is against my forehead.
When he finally pulls out, it feels strange. His harsh breathing turns to normal slowly and his gaze clears. He rubs a bruised area of his torso with a grimace. Then he looks down at me and scrutinizes my face.
“Are you all right,kiska?”
I nod.
After some time, he gets up and walks to the bathroom. The hard muscles of his ass and legs look beautiful to me. His body is so masculine and strong. This is something I love.
He’s in the bathroom for a few minutes and then comes back with his cock bare and a wet washcloth and a small tube of something. He sits on the bed and wipes between my legs.
