I wrapped my hands around her wrists, pinning her down on the mattress. I made sure not to hurt her, but I wouldn’t let her go. My face felt hot. My blood pumped wildly. I felt a little out of control.
Hannah had always made me feel that way. I enjoyed it.
Now it felt like chaos.
“Promise me, Hannah,” I demanded. I positioned myself between her thighs. The tip of my cock brushed against her wet warmth. She wriggled and squirmed, spreading her legs wider, pushing against my ass with her heels.
“Promise me, damn it!” I all but yelled.
I was getting angry. I tried to rein it in. I let go of her wrists.
I was at war with myself. I cared for Hannah.
I wanted to trust her.
I stared down into her wide eyes. She looked confused. Then worried.
“Mason, Ipromise.” Her eyes begged me to believe her.
She slowly pulled my face down, her hands cupping my cheeks. “I promise,” she murmured, kissing me softly. “I promise.”
I pressed my lips against hers. Not tender. Rough. Crazed. Tongues. Teeth. I bit down on her lip and tasted her blood in my mouth. “I promise,” she said again, more firmly.
I rubbed my cock against her. Not penetrating. Only a taste. A tease.
“I promise,” she shouted, digging her fingers into my ass as I ground against her.
“Don’t fucking lie to me ever again, Hannah,” I snarled, lifting one of her legs and dropping it over my hip. I quickly unwrapped a condom and put it on.
“I promise,” she growled through clenched teeth.
“You’d better mean it,” I groaned just as I pushed inside her.
We cried out in unison as I plunged forward. We were a mass of hot, sticky skin. I thrust into her, going as deep as I possibly could. My anger and fear ignited something inside of me. Something primal and unfettered. I wanted to fuck the truth out of her.
I flipped Hannah over onto her stomach and entered her from behind. “Oh God,” she screamed as I slammed into her over and over again.
This wasn’t gentle.
This wasn’t romantic and sweet.
This was rutting. Pure and simple.
I couldn’t slow down and Hannah wouldn’t let me. She pushed back against my cock, swallowing me up.
I let out a guttural roar as I pumped into her, our flesh slapping together.
“I need to…I can’t…” I don’t know what I was trying to say. The words strung together without coherence.
I gripped Hannah’s hip and thrust one more time. Deep. To the core. I came with a violence I had never experienced. Hannah followed a few seconds later.
We collapsed onto the bed, trying to get our breathing under control.
Neither of us said anything. I wasn’t sure what words could ever suffice at that moment.
I had thought about the first time we would sleep together many times. I had imagined it hot and heavy.
I hadn’t pictured the almost animalistic encounter we had just experienced.
