He didn’t even care what he was doing to me.
Tears brimmed in my eyes when he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving my hole to clench around nothing. Panic set in instantly. “Wait. That’s not what I?—”
The words died on my lips the second the blunt head of his cock brushed against my hole.Muchbigger feeling than when it was being shoved down my throat.
“Since you’re such a complainer.” He wrenched my hands away from the backs of my thighs, causing them to both drop back down onto the bed. One of his found my waist, keeping a firm hold of it while the other was still wrapped around his cock. “I think it’s high time you do something else with that mouth.”
I had no time to prepare before he was pushing past the rim of my hole, stretching me wider than his fingers had. My insides burned, lit on fire while he sunk as deep as he could go, his hips pressing flush with my ass and then grinding down into it once he was fully seated.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Oh, it was too much and not enough at the same time. Two parts of me warring with each other while he stayed still and watched as I squirmed under him, trying to adjust. I grabbed at his duvet with both of my hands to twist tight.
Two fingers were shoved into my mouth. “That’s better.”
I sucked on them like a lifeline, needing something to gnaw on when he finally reared his hips back until only the tip was still inside me.
“Terran.”
My eyes were glued to him.
“Pinch my arm.”
Bewildered, I slowly loosened my hold on his duvet and lifted my arm, trailing my fingers down until I found a meaty patch of skin to pinch. I squeezed the area until he visibly winced.
He nodded at me. “If it starts hurting too much.”
My lips parted in shock.
I take it back. There is an ounce of bedside manner in this man.
Consideration was never a quality I figured Silas possessed. Being proven wrong was a nice surprise.
The minute he shoved his fingers deeper into my mouth, practically choking me with them, I let my hand drop back down to the duvet to clutch it again.
He slammed back inside me, setting a punishing pace. Not at all giving me mercy while he relentlessly pounded into me.
The only silver lining was still being on leave. I couldn’t imagine having to drag myself to work in the morning, my body sore from being twisted around and my hole bruised from this man’s giant cock destroying me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled through clenched teeth.
His body tensed, every muscle visible under the rippling surface of his skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale breaking into a low, guttural sound that had my balls tightening painfully.
He snatched his fingers from my mouth and yanked me clean off the bed by my garter belt, holding my lower half airborne while the rest of me dragged against the mattress as he continued to plow into me. His head tilted back, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lost in the overwhelming rush of my body pleasing him. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, catching the light as his chest heaved.
With his fingers no longer muting me, all I could do was moan like a wanton whore.
Completely undone. Just like I wanted.
My orgasm hit me hard enough to steal the air out of my lungs. Deep pulses of bliss that I surrendered to, letting it take me over the edge and flood me with enough pleasure hormones to dot my vision with black spots. It ignited down to my bones.
Silas barely let up, too caught up in the raw, primal dominance consuming him.
He possessed me, made me his. Molded every flesh and fiber of my being into belonging to him in this moment. Whatever person I came out of this as would forever be marked by this man. He’d haunt me.
When he reached his peak, he dropped me back down onto the mattress and pulled out of me, quickly ripping off the condom and tossing it. He twisted the fabric of my panties around his cock to fuck into, falling into an erratic rhythm that finally broke with a choked groan as he came.
His expression broke—gone was the picture perfectness of impassivity and in its place was a man completely lost in ecstasy.
