“I feel…weirdly amazing?” She says, peppering kisses along my jawline. I rub my hand on her thigh over the small bump left by the rescue medicine I gave her.
“The shot, I gave you a shot that would make you feel better…it’s oxygenating your blood right now…” I didn’t think it would be so effective at recovery, but it’s proving to be worth every penny.
“I don’t care what it’s doing. All I know is I need you!”
It’s the permission I need to lose any of the control I had before.
She grabs a chunk of my hair, pulling me into a deeper and more passionate kiss. Our lips search for purchase. Aching with need, I pull her dress up over her head.
She reaches for my waist fastener and opens it, letting my hard cock bob against my belly. I stand, kicking my legs free of the trousers. Marta bites my lower lip as she grabs my painfully hard shaft. Her warm palm feels like heaven.
I push her back against the wall, pinning her to it with my hip. Cupping one hand under her succulent ass, I brush a curl out of her eyes and stare in wonder at the flushed beauty before me.
“If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop. I need you to tell me you want this as badly as I do.” I don’t recognize the sound of my own trembling voice as I speak.
Her breath slows and her pupils dilate. Every millisecond she leaves me unanswered feels like a lifetime.
“I need you, Raf’ere. I’ll always need you.”
With those words, I’m hers.
CHAPTER32
?LIKE A BUILT-IN ROSE TOY?
?MARTA
Our lips crash together again,his kiss hungry and searching. He’s lifted me up and pinned me against the wall, his hips settling between mine. His cock throbs in my palm.
He came for me, he saved my life.
While cupping my ass for support, his other finds my pussy. He runs a knuckle down its length, teasing my entrance.
“I wanted to take my time, I wanted to make sure you could take me, Marta…I don’t want to hurt you.” He groans as he grinds our hips together. “But I think I’ll die if I don’t rut you right now. I want to feel your tight cunt grasping my cock. I need all of you.” His breath is coming in pants and sweat beads on his brow.
He’s so much bigger than me, and I know it would be smart to work me up to his impressive length. But I need him as much as he needs me right now. I need to feel like one part of something bigger.
“I don’t care, I want you inside me now,” I beg, using my hand to notch his cock at my entrance. I’m so slick, I can already feel him sliding past the tight ring of nerves.
“Tell me you me want me again,” he whispers hoarsely, like he doesn’t believe me.
“I want you, Raf’ere. I want your cock. I need you to fuck me,” I moan into the crock of his neck.
Nothing has ever felt more urgent to me than that.
“If it hurts, if it’s too much…” He stops talking and the tip of his cock stretches my pussy wide.
It is intense, and there’s an edge of pain that taints the pleasure as I acclimate to his girth.
When it gets to be too much, I bite into his shoulder. It’s as if maybe I can transfer some of my pain to him when my teeth mark his flesh. He stills, feeling me tense.
“Are you okay?” His voice shakes as he tries not to move. Raf’ere reaches down and strokes my clit. It soothes the stretching. He goes so much slower than I want.
As I adjust, I realize he’s probably right. His cock is a big one, and no matter how much of the pick-me-up medicine he gave me, I’m still so much smaller than him.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, convinced that I can take it. “I want you to fill me up, Raf’ere.” I groan as he slides just the tiniest bit further into me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m lost to sensation.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “You’re such a good fucking girl for me.”
