With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt.I screamed, back arching, my walls fluttering around him in desperate little pulses.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned, hips snapping forward, driving into me with punishing strokes.“So goddamn tight—gonna wreck this pretty pussy, baby.Gonna make sure you remember who owns you.”
Every drag of his cock lit me up, the thick ridge of him rubbing against my sweet spot with every thrust.I could feel him everywhere—the stretch, the heat, the way his balls slapped against my ass with every brutal snap of his hips.
His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit and pressing down in rough, filthy circles.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark with command.“Come all over my cock like a good fucking girl.”
And I did—my orgasm ripped through me like a fucking storm, clenching around him.He fucked me through it, growling as my walls squeezed him, his own release building like a goddamn tidal wave.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, hips stuttering.
With a final thrust, he came.I whimpered as he ground into me.“We’re just getting started.”
He carried me to the bed, still buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing with aftershocks.My legs trembled around his waist, muscles weak from the intensity of my orgasm, but he held me steady, hands gripping my ass with bruising force.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he muttered against my neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there.“Thought I was going to lose my goddamn mind.Thought I was going to lose you, my love.”
He laid me down on the sheets, finally slipping out of me.I felt empty without him, clenching around nothing as his cum leaked from between my thighs.He stood back, eyes dark and predatory.Even after everything we'd been through, the sight of his body still made my breath catch—all hard muscle and tattoos, scars mapping a history of violence across his skin.
“Turn over,” he commanded, voice dropping to that dangerous register that made my stomach flip.“Hands and knees, baby.”
I complied, body still humming with need despite the orgasm he'd already wrung from me.The mattress dipped as he knelt behind me, large hands spreading my thighs wider.His fingers traced through the mess between my legs, gathering his cum and my slick before pushing two thick digits inside me.
“Still so fucking wet for me,” he growled, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.“Could drown in this pussy.”
My arms gave out, face pressing into the pillow as he worked a third finger inside, stretching me further.His other hand snaked around to grip my throat, not squeezing but holding me in place—a reminder of who was in control.
“Gonna make you come until you can't remember your own fucking name,” he promised, the filthy words sending another rush of heat between my legs.“Until all you know is me.”
I shivered as his lips pressed against my spine, each vertebra receiving its own reverent kiss.His hands gripped my hips, thumbs digging into the dimples at the small of my back.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.“Every inch of you is mine.”
The bed creaked as he positioned himself behind me again, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance.This time he went slow—agonizingly slow—pushing in inch by torturous inch until I was sobbing into the pillow, desperate for him to move.
“Please,” I begged, voice breaking.“Need you to fuck me.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous.“Patience, baby.Want you to feel every fucking inch.”
When he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, we both groaned.He stilled, buried to the hilt, his hands tracing patterns on my back.
“Five years,” he said, voice tight with emotion.“Five fucking years without this.Without you.”
His hips started to move, building a rhythm that had my toes curling.Each thrust was measured, deliberate, hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur.One hand slid up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling just hard enough to arch my spine.
“Look at you taking my cock so well,” he praised, pace quickening.“Like you were fucking made for me.”
My fingers clutched the sheets, anchoring myself as he drove into me harder.The slap of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with our ragged breathing and desperate moans.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, voice strained with the effort of holding back.“Want to feel you come on my cock again.”
I slipped a hand between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive.The first touch had me jerking, oversensitized but still desperate for more.I circled it in time with his thrusts, pressure building low in my belly.
“That's it,” he encouraged, watching my fingers work.“Fuck, I love this view.”
His rhythm faltered as I clenched around him, my orgasm approaching like a freight train.He leaned over my back, chest pressed to my spine, mouth at my ear.
