I roll us onto our sides, dragging her back flush to my chest. She’s small in my arms. Fragile. Real. And I’m a fucking machine pretending I remember how to feel. My hand slides down thewaistband of her leggings, no panties, just heat. I press my fingers into her slit, finding her soaked.
My cock pulses hard enough to hurt.
“Fuck, kitten,” I groan into her skin. “I’ve missed this pussy. Missed the way it squeezes me.”
Her ass grinds back against me, searching for friction. My fingers work deeper inside her, curling to stroke that perfect little spot that makes her twitch. I drag her leggings halfway down, exposing the round swell of her ass. My hand drifts lower. Over the curve of her thigh. Over the scar.
That scar.
The one from the night I saved her. The one that branded her as mine long before she ever realized it.
My fingers trace it, slowly, almost reverent—but my thoughts aren’t. They’re dark. Depraved. All I can think about is opening her up all over again. Making her bleed for me. Making herneedit, the way I know she does.
My hand fists in her hair as I bite her shoulder, sharp enough to leave marks.
“Tell me you need me. Tell me how much you love my cock. How much you crave being ruined by me.”
She whimpers and grinds harder against my hand. My fingers speed up, thumb circling her clit.
I pull my fingers out and press my palm to her lower belly, pinning her in place. My other hand grips my cock, lining it up. I thrust in one brutal inch at a time, stretching her open, her cunt swallowing me whole.
I groan as my entire length disappears inside her.
Fuck.
I don’t move.
I stay buried, savoring it. Her slick walls clench around me, and my hand still pressed to her stomach feels the bulge of mycock from the inside. The pressure. The fullness. Her cunt is struggling to make room. And it’s fucking perfect.
“You feel that, little one?” I whisper into her neck, biting the soft skin just above her collarbone. “That’s me. Deep enough to own every inch of you.”
My grip tightens. I press her tighter against me, my whole body caging hers.
No space.
No air.
Just her and me.
Exactly how it should be.
I start to move.
Slow, deep thrusts that make her body jolt in my arms. Her cunt clenches around me like she’s trying to force me out, but I just shove deeper. My cock bulging against her belly under my hand—thick, deep, too big for someone like her—and fuck if that doesn’t make my head spin.
Her hips twitch, her breath stutters, a broken sound crawling out of her throat. My grip bruises her hip. My teeth scrape her throat. I can’t stop. Won’t.
“Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
Her body spasms. Her cunt clamps down, fluttering tight, her orgasm hitting hard. I slam into her harder, her legs twitching as I ride her through it.
And that’s what breaks me.
I bury myself to the hilt and come. My cock jerks inside her, thick ropes of cum spilling into her. I grind through it, fucking every drop deeper, my hand still splayed across her belly, feeling myself inside her.
Filling her until I know she won’t forget me. Not when she wakes up slick and sore and stuffed full of me. I collapse against her, panting. My cock buried to the base.
I can’t move.
