“This what you wanted, hm?” He rasps against me as he shoves one of his large hands up my shirt, palming my breast above my bra. “For my hands on your body? My mouth tasting your skin?”
Wetness and heat pool between my legs. He sucks all the power away from me, forcing me to submit.
“Answer me,” He rips away from me, “Now, Elena.”
“Yes,” I breathe heavily.
He releases my hair before his hands go to the button of my pants, and he yanks the denim down my thighs, taking my underwear with them. There’s nothing gentle about it, nothing soft or sweet, and when he grasps my hips and spins me, I have to snatch out to grasp the fence to stop myself from falling.
I hear the buckle of his belt unclip before he yanks my hips back, forcing me to hinge at the waist, and then the head of his cock is right there, nudging into me.
“This is what you wanted,” He growls behind me before he thrusts forward and impales me in one quick and brutal push.
The rain batters us both as he pulls back and slams forward again, his fingers biting into my hips as he yanks with every thrust. He’s fucking big, and the stretch is enough to have me whimpering. His powerful body jerks against mine, every slap of his hips pushing me forward, but he doesn’t allow me any give. He keeps me against him, forces me to take every inch of his cock.
And I do. I take it and I give back, my moansjoining the thunder and the rain.
“Fuck,” He groans, “You feel too fucking good, Hellion.”
My nails bite into the wood of the fence, body convulsing around his thick length. I’m wet and I’m aching, and he feelsso fucking good.
Powerful.
Brutal.
Safe.
I give myself over, I let him have me, use me. His hand comes around my front, skirting up between the valley of my breasts until the rough skin of his hand presses around my throat, and he pulls me back, bending at the knees to keep his pace. He squeezes the edges, restricting but not taking away as he continues to fuck me, hard and fast. Desperate and messy.
My inner thighs are soaked, the denim around my knees not budging, making the fit of him impossibly tight. He strokes every part of me, deep and true, and all I can do is hold on.
I feel his anger, it surrounds us, charging the air.
“Look at you,” My head thumps against his shoulder. “Taking it all, so damn greedy for my cock, you’re making a mess all over your thighs.”
“Knox,” My voice scratches from my throat.
“You’re going to come all over my cock,” He demands, “Fucking give it to me.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, and his fingers give a gentle squeeze, my head turning a little fuzzy before a sense of euphoria sweeps through me, making me lax and dizzy with it.
I can feel every part of me tightening, muscles trembling as every stroke of his cock sends me higher and higher. There is no give, no reprieve. He is relentless. A loud moan tumbles from me, and his responding chuckle rumbles against my spine.
“That’s fucking it,” He praises. “It’s mine. Your pleasure ismine.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Such pretty manners.” He slows his pace, withdrawing from me inch by inch, almost pulling all the way out before he thrusts back in. My knees wobble, my heart pounds as everything knots, my pussy throbbing around him.
“So fucking perfect,” He rasps, “Tight and wet. This cunt is mine now, do you understand?”
Jesus.
“I said,” He slams in hard enough I swear my bones rattle, “Do you understand?”
“Yes!” I cry.
“Good fucking girl.” He rewards me by pinching my clit between his fingers, and it’s gameover. I shatter around him, coming so hard and fast, I see stars behind my eyes. I no longer feel the rain or the wind, it’s just him as he works me through my orgasm, following me over the edge. His cock jerks as he comes, filling me up, and his deep, rasping moan sends a shiver down my spine.
