I nod, stroke his dick a few times before removing my hand and then my fingers. He groans as I slowly move them out of him, grab my cock and stroke it a couple of times before I bring the head to his arse, and he clenches. “Relax, princess.”
He nods, sighs, and relaxes, and I push in slowly. He starts to grit his teeth and gasps. He grips the cover at the side of him tight, clinging on for dear life. He screws his face up and starts to panic. I slide back out. “Princess, princess, look at me.” He opens his eyes and relaxes his contorted face. “I can stop.”
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t want that.” He tries to calm his breath, relaxes, and nods, letting me know he’s ready. I push in, not messing around or holding back like last time. He screams out as he bucks against the intrusion, his heart pounding in his chest, and his breathing is ragged. But I’m not moving. I’ve stopped. He opens his eyes again, and I smile down at him.
“Ready, princess?” I ask again, and he nods, biting his lip.
He finally relaxes his hand in the sheets and tentatively reaches up for me, and pulls me closer. My body lays against his, and he sighs at the feel of me against him, the weight of me pushing down on him, but then I flex my hips, and he screams out again. Not in pain this time, but what I think is pleasure. I grind against him, and he groans, and fuck, it feels good, fuck, it feels so fucking good, he’s so fucking tight. I slowly fuck into him, and I hope he can see I’m holding back. I hope he actually appreciates it.
I thrust again, and his back arches off the bed, and he cries out again.
“You’re a noisy little princess. I might have to shut you up.”
He gasps out. His nipples harden, and I bite down on his collarbone, making him yell out again. “But you scream so pretty for me, princess. I like it.”
I lean up a little and slam harder into him, this time driving into him with all the force I was holding back, and he screams out again as I chuckle.
“Oh, fuck yeah, princess, I do love the way you scream just for me.”
I slam into him harder again, and he roars for me. I lean in and bite down on his neck hard. He screams my name.
“Ah, there it is, princess, music to my fucking ears. Now, hold on tight.”
He slides his hands back into the covers as I lean up and start pounding, sliding up and down his body. I slide my body over his, and with every thrust, I trap his dick between us, and he screams my name. He gasps around every twist of my hips, and his eyes roll. He starts to fire hot jets of cum over his own stomach and chest. I groan and pick up the pace, and I relentlessly fuck into him over and over. He screams and writhes as his sensitive dick is pushed and pulled between us. I gasp out at how everything feels on fire, and as I grunt out my release and sag against him, he relaxes and throws his head back, looking sated and wrung out.
“Fuck.” His voice sounds wrecked from all the screaming. He pants and tries to bring his breathing back to normal, and as he opens his eyes, I’m grinning down at him.
“I could get used to you screaming my name like that, princess.” I move a little, and he groans as my dick is softening. I lean in and kiss him slowly but then wrench my hips back and pop out of him. He groans at the feeling. He sighs, and so I lean in and kiss him again.
When we break apart, I study his face. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t think I have the words.” He pauses for a second, then looks at me. “I want to do that again.”
I flop onto my back and laugh. “You’re gonna have to give me about ten minutes.” He laughs, and we lie there quietly while we both catch our breaths. I get up, and he startles. “You okay?”
He nods and bites his lip.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I groan, heading to the bathroom. I need to clear my head because fuck knows what the hell just happened, but I feel… I’m not sure. Taken aback? Off guard? Out of kilter, maybe? I need a second to gather myself.
Arch
Chapter 32
I roll onto my side and wince a little. I stretch and wince again at the muscle ache. My arse is on fire, and I can still feel every ridge of his cock inside me, but it feels fucking amazing. I’m confused, but not about my feelings for him. If anything, it all feels so right. In fact, I don’t ever think anything has felt so perfect in my entire life.
I have aches in muscles I didn’t know I had. Fuck. I know he held back, and I want the chance to feel him lose himself fully. I want the dirty talk I heard in the shower block. I wantthatRyder, the ruthless, relentless man I know him to be, and I want him to ride me like he rides his bikes, balls to the walls and full throttle. I hear the shower running, and I bite my lip. I know I’m gonna be sore tomorrow, but I need him again. I need to do that again, and most of all, I need ‘him’ again.
I slide off the bed, still wincing, but head to the bathroom and push through the door. He turns to look at me, and I grin sheepishly at him.
“It’s been ten minutes.” I grin at him and then step forward. His eyes flare with heat, and he glares at me as I step into the shower.
“Arch, you need a break. You’re gonna be sore as fuck and…” I kiss him hard and run my hand down his body.
“I heard you fuck a guy in a shower block once. I want you to fuck me like that.”
“Arch…” His voice comes out strained. I lean in and kiss him, sliding my hand around his dick and stroking it.
“Arch, trust me, you don’t need that yet.”
