“Darius,” I panted, ready to beg him to stop. To tell him I would give him anything he wanted, but this was too much. I felt like I was going to explode. I couldn’t get the words out. “Sir, please.”
That was all I could manage.
But he seemed to understand.
His hand went from my breast to my throat, and he squeezed the sides just enough to limit my airflow and make my head swim. The sharp edges of the diamonds pushed painfully against my skin.
When his lips wrapped around my clit again and his tongue lashed the most sensitive part of my body, my entire body seized.
Every muscle strained, taut and frozen.
Then all at once, it released in the most incredible moment.
It was like I was bathed in starlight and music.
Sweat dotted my forehead as I struggled to catch my breath, my hands still in place above my head. My nails were digging into my palms, but they had not moved.
Darius stood up, hovering over me as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
I closed my thighs, pressing them together, not because I didn’t want him to see anymore, or I didn’t want him to have access, but because I needed more. I needed friction.
That cocky smirk of his pulled at the corner of his mouth as he pumped his hard cock through his pants.
My eyes widened as I saw exactly how big it was. Then my thighs were clamped together for an entirely different reason.
Slowly, almost casually, he undid the button of his trousers and let them fall to the carpet. He stopped and picked up his pants, giving me plenty of time to look at the hard outline in his tight boxer briefs that hid nothing. Not his length or girth, or the ridges of the veins that ran from the base to the tip.
When he slid down his underwear, his enormous cock bobbed under its own weight. I looked at the door and wondered if I could make it. I wasn’t sure where I was, but it seemed like I was in a high-end hotel. Surely I could find someone to help...
Before I could make a move, his hands were on my thighs again, prying them apart.
“Please, you’re too big, it won’t fit,” I whined, trying in vain to keep my legs closed.
He laughed as he pushed me up further on the bed and lay between my thighs. “Don’t worry, Anna, it will fit, and then you will beg for more.”
My stomach turned at his coarse words. He cut off whatever retort was on my lips with a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips, a sweet tartness that hadn’t been there before. I tried to turn my face away, but he wouldn’t let me.
There was no escaping him or anything that he wanted to do to me.
He hoisted one of my legs up, hooking it around his back before he lined that huge thing up with my body, and I braced myself, ready for the pain.
It didn’t hurt at first.
He had gotten me so wet that he slid in, stretching me to my limits, but instead of a shock of pain, there was a burning stretch and a fullness that was unfamiliar but good.
His first few thrusts were slow and deep.
Stupidly, I let myself relax, which was apparently what he was waiting for.
“That’s right, take my cock like a good little slut,” he purred in my ear. “I know you like the way I ate your sweet little cunt, but that is nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.”
My cheeks burned hotter because I knew he meant every word. What I wanted, what I thought, was of no consequence to him. The way my body responded to his mouth, his fingers, his cock, and now his words was all the permission he needed...no. Not permission. He didn’t need that.
He had claimed me, and to him that was the only permission he needed. My body’s reactions were the encouragement that he fed on. To him, fucking me was nothing more than a game. I was just a toy that had a cheat code when you found the right sequence of buttons.
Play with my breasts, or lick my clit, and suddenly it was so much easier to slide inside of me. That was all I was to him. A game.
