My mind can’t work out whether he’s just trying to convince me so he can use me the way he wants, or whether he’s telling the truth.
“I’m scared.”
“I know.” He adds more lubricant to where we’re joined, rocking his hips. Feeling him move inside me is agonizing, but also…compelling.
His legs push mine farther apart, and he activates the vibrator against my clit again. I cry out when I try to move, the friction of his cock inside me sending sharp pulses of pain mixed with sharp pulses of arousal. The sensations connect with each other in the most exquisite way.
Shane’s hips move against my backside, driving his cock deeper. Having him buried inside me creates a pressure which rubs against the wall that’s being seduced on the other side.
I’m helpless. And completely his.
He pulls back and thrusts again. A high-pitched cry escapes my throat, but the sensation of being impaled rips through me at the same moment an orgasm is triggered by his finger.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So tight. It feels good when you clench around me as you come.”
The thrusts begin slowly but are mercilessly deep. His strong hips pound against my soft, spread ass, the rhythm ruthless and gaining momentum.
My hands strangle the sheets, and my cries grow ragged, begging him to slow. He’s not rough, but his body has demands it forces mine to fulfill.
It’s punishment and possession, pleasure and pain. Perfect and perverse.
I spasm around him, my core clutching and relaxing rhythmically as I shriek into the mattress. He pumps in and out, his need for release like a snake coiling in my belly, sinking its fangs into me. It’s so painful, but also maddeningly enthralling…and somehow exactly what I crave.
When the aftershocks of my orgasm fade, he’s found his rhythm. A part of me desperately wants to escape, but that’s impossible. Concentrating on the way it feels to have him surging into me, I try to hold on.
He lurches forward, lowering his body on top of mine. His forearms slide under me, one across my throat, the other beneath my breasts. I’m trapped and so, so helpless. My whimpers and cries are involuntary, almost animal.
His movements are instinctive, too. His hips grind against the delicate cushion of my ass as he drives into me. His arms squeeze me so tight I can’t breathe. For a moment, it’s like having a great python wrapped around me. I’m slowly being crushed.
My clit rubs against the pillow, also trapped and excruciatingly sensitive. Another wave of arousal hits me, making me dizzy. I gasp for breath. His hips jerk over and over in hard pulses as he groans and curses. His cock surges deep and throbs within me.
“Fuck.”
The jerking thrusts hurt, but also intensify the surreal sensuality of being taken this way. I’m desperate for breath as the world falls away.
Shane’s grip loosens.
I feel shattered and lightheaded, drenched in sweat that’s both mine and his. My muscles shake and twitch, so spent they don’t work properly.
“Mmm. Baby, you are unbelievable.” He pulls his arms free and leans his face against the side of mine, kissing me as he pulls out.
It’s over. The cool air chills my skin as he retreats.
He climbs from the bed, leaving me before I’m ready. I shift, falling off the pillows and burying my face in my forearms. My eyes brim with tears that spill silently over my lashes. Shock has me in its grip. The pain is still there, hidden and aching, but the emptiness isn’t better. My tiny hole feels sore and soft and swollen, and also very well used by the hard cock I find so delicious. This orgasm was like nothing I’ve felt before. More soul-shattering and raw than when he used his mouth. More intense, in fact, than anythingever.
The bed sinks from his weight when he returns.
“Hey,” Shane whispers, stroking my hair and the back of my neck. “Look at me.”
The directive falls on deaf ears. I’ve started shivering and can’t seem to stop. Communication is beyond me right now.
“Avery.” He slides his arms around me and drags me to him, so my body’s pressed to his side, my face and arms tucked against his chest and under his arm. Blankets are pulled into place, burying us in a warm cocoon. My shivering eases.
“Baby? You all right?” There’s gentleness in his voice I’ve never heard before.
Tension seeps slowly out of me. “I think so.”
“Do you want something to drink? Water?” His weight shifts, like he’ll disappear again.
