His head drops, and he sucks the tip of my breast into his mouth. And not gently.
My back arches, and my lips part on a gasp. He’s a beast that devours his prey whole, and my body is here for it. His teeth tug on a barbell until I writhe and groan. Until it hurts.
By the time he pushes my legs apart and kneels between them, my pussy is dripping juice as though he’s already come inside me.
It takes a couple of thrusts for him to enter me. Like I’m a virgin again. Except losing my virginity never hurt like this. It also didn’t feel this good.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, digging my nails into his triceps. “You’re tearing me apart.” My groans grow louder as soon as he shifts his weight. Any motion is intense and excruciating.
“Yeah, not everyone can take this ride,” he says unapologetically.
“I need to…” I try to twist my hips and relax them. “Jesus,” I groan. “Can you—?”
“No.” He slides deeper, pulls back and thrusts again.
My hands fly up to grip his torso. His arms tighten around my waist to anchor me in place. Then, he starts to fuck me the way only a guy with the muscles and cock of a horse can.
My body responds to the pounding the way it responds to any punishing workout. It relishes every second. The pain, the stretch, the squeeze is all more intense than any sex I’ve ever had. It turns me on, like a match to gasoline, until I burn.
When my fingers slide down to rub my clit, he adjusts his position to give me room. And when I come, wailing, he grunts and soldiers on, with my walls contracting around him like a python that wants to squeeze the life out of him.
Erik comes violently, his muscles and joints popping as he strains, causing the unshakable bed to creak. Beads of sweat drip from him onto me, and his seed spills around the root of his cock. With it buried deep, there’s no room left inside me.
His calloused palms rest on the bed on either side of me as his harsh breathing fills the air. He draws his hips back, and I shudder as my body releases him.
Trying to catch my breath, my fingers rest lightly against his lats. He maneuvers onto his side and rolls onto his back. With a few long draws, his breathing slows.
We’re quiet, and I expect him to fall asleep immediately. It surprises me that he doesn’t so much as close his eyes.
“What do you like?” The low rumble of his voice raises a mile of gooseflesh.
“I liked that.”
He nods, his expression grave. “What else do youreallylike?”
Swallowing, I shrug. “That was—”
“No. Listen to me…”
I blink, and I’m sure the confusion must be evident on my face.
“Facedown with fingers in your ass? On top with your wrists tied?”
My nipples contract even tighter, and my belly clenches.
“What makes you come the hardest?” he demands.
My lips have grown so dry I lick them. “Usually just my fingers on the spot. Nothing special,” I say softly.
“Hmm.” He rolls closer and lowers his face, so his beard tickles my chin. “In my bed, you can have anything you want. So you need to think through what’s in your head when you put your hand between your legs when you’re alone. And then you need to confide those fantasies, and I’ll make them come true.”
My heart thumps harder. “Want the truth?”
“Yeah, tell me.”
My tongue touches my top lip. “Of all the things I’ve done with a guy, this worked the best. They don’t usually give me a chance to help things along.”
His cool gaze studies my eyes like he can use them to see into my mind. My fingers reach up and touch his golden hair where it’s falling forward over his ear.
