Stone’s tonguecurled around mine when the two of us collided with the stone wall.
In seconds, my legs wrapped around his hips, and my spine banged against stone masonry as Stone was grinding into me, drunk on misery. Equal parts forlorn and desperate, he was single-minded to overpower me while I was trapped inside his arms.
I wanted to ignore the scarred shaft stroking my soaked sex and the swollen head smashing between my thighs, pretending instead that it was normal and smooth and velvety. Pretty. Not scarred and ugly.
He hammered into me like a mad creature, trying to thrust inside with sweat beading his brow. It was unpleasant, a pounding without relief, without a fill. He was too big, the size of a tiny fist prodding my tight hole.
“It may not work.” The bitter truth struggled to come out. They weren’t words but thorns, making me ache. I wanted Stone just as much as he wanted me in fear of never having this chance again.
Desperate and breathing hard, he lifted me higher and slid his hands under my ass. His fingers grazed the rim of my opening, and his movements slowed and turned gentle as he circled my entrance, massaging it, stretching it.
I clung to his neck, my mouth falling open in a sigh.
Stone inched two fingers inside, then dragged them out. My gaze was drawn to his eyes as he peered up at me and rested his wet lips on the soft skin of my breast. He held my gaze, teasing my opening when a whimper rolled out of me.
I believe I would have been satisfied with just his mouth brushing lazily across my erect nipples. I would have come undone from his fingers stroking me from inside as he looked up and into my eyes. I would have come from this alone.
A third finger entered, and I dug my teeth into my lip to suffocate my moans, rolling my hips, grinding on his fingers, my nipple scraping his teeth.
He watched me, mesmerized.
I watched him, consumed.
I would have fucking come.
But then he withdrew his fingers and grabbed his shaft, forcing his thick head inside me. And he lowered me until our foreheads connected, our eyes catching. He looked at me then, grabbed my ass with both hands. Just one squeeze, holding it, with fingers digging into my flesh.
A breath later, he edged his cock inside me, the deformed thing breaking through my hole, filling me with pressure, and plunging to the hilt.
My breath held as every ripple of skin sliced through me.
All his jolting ridges. Every painful imperfection.
His scarred cock in all its entirety was in me, pulsing, convulsing.
A lacerating burn shot up my spine, and a cry left my lips.
Stone’s lids drooped, brows slanting upward in ecstasy, his entire body tense as an instant orgasm blasted through him. The scene was like a werewolf transforming under a full moon. Muscles tight as if shocked, jaw clenched, head thrown back.
He grabbed the back of my head and looked into my eyes again. He kept them on me as he slowly dragged his cock out, and I could feel warm semen sliding down my inner thighs. Then he pushed back in, every horrific inch, until our hips met, his pelvis colliding with my throbbing clit.
I clawed at his back, feeling him everywhere.
Stone’s inside of me. Bound to me. Fucking me.
His imperfection was deep, rooted, and a part of me. Just like he wanted.
Stone didn’t want me to escape him in the same way he couldn’t escape himself.
Lightning struck, the wind howled, and snow pelted against the glass.
Weeping, weeping.
And I wept too, tears rushing down my face.
Weeping because it hurt. Between my thighs and in my chest.
I’d never had sex with someone and felt so cracked open that emotion slipped out. And yet, I was crying in front of a man for the very first time. Stone’s hand came over my cheek and he wiped my tears with his thumb.
