He didn’t speak. Just watched my face, listened to every moan, then grabbed me and started thrusting harder.
I was already unraveling. My nails dug into my thighs. My breath got shallow with every thrust.
He moved my hands, pinned them above my head, leaned in, and kissed me while fucking me. His lips stayed on mine.
My legs locked around his hips, pulling him deeper. His hands slid from mine, under my back, and spun me over until I was on top.
I pressed my palm to his chest and rode him, arching my back as I bounced. He smiled up at me. I dripped all over him, my mouth falling open, hands now on my breasts. I tightened around him, riding harder, then dropped back onto him, breathless.
He moved his hand to my neck, squeezing just enough to take my breath away, rough enough to make me beg for air as he tookcontrol, thrusting faster, holding me up in the air.
“Breathe, Doll,” he whispered, loosening his grip just enough for me to catch a breath, then he squeezed again.
“I...” I tried to speak, but nothing came out. Only moans left my lips as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.
He let go of my neck, and I gasped for air.
He pushed deeper, so deep I started to shake.
“I’m not done yet,” he chuckled, slamming me down on the bed. “No matter how hard you shake.”
“I always finish what I start,” he said, as he turned me over like a rag doll, lifted my ass, and teased me, dragging the tip from my clit down to my ass.
He spat, his thumb sliding in as he spread me wider. Then he slapped my ass, leaving a red mark on my ass cheek. Then he dragged the tip of his cock up again, pressing it against the tight entrance.
“No,” I gasped. But he ignored me.
He pushed in.
Pain hit first. So much I bit into my fist to keep from screaming as he pushed further. Every thrust stretched me more. The pain twisted, turned into heat, then into pleasure.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He kept going deeper. “You’re driving me crazy, Doll,” he groaned, spanking my ass again, the sound echoing as he moaned through his teeth.
I felt every piece of metal scrape and drag with each thrust, the stretch, the pressure. Then he grew harder, wider. He was close.
But he pulled out.
He rubbed himself between my ass cheeks, pressing them together, stroking until I felt his release spill warm across my skin.
He leaned over me, and I collapsed on the bed with the breath gone and my body limp.
He whispered in my ear, “I want you to feel me on every inch of your body.” He tightened his grip around me, hugging me close, his teeth grazing the edge of my ear. “How does it feel?”
I chuckled. “Like I lost the ability to walk.”
He turned me around, propping himself on one elbow. His hand traced down my chest, then up to my jaw.
“This is all I can give you,” he said quietly. “You know that, right, Doll?”
I nodded, exhaling.
“Are you scared?” he whispered. His face hovered over mine, his lips just an inch away. “Scared that maybe this is what you need, too?”
I nodded again.
“Good,” he growled, pressing his mouth to mine. “Fear of falling makes you feel alive.”
