I whine and writhe. "Silas, please..."
"I want you to remember this." His voice is rough, possessive in a way that makes me clench around nothing. "After we fuck, you'll feel me for days. Every time you sit down, every time you move, you'll remember exactly who you belong to."
The words should scare me. They're controlling and possessive, growled in my ear. But they only make me wetter. There is something wrong with me, I'm sure of it. But there's something wrong with Silas, too. We're matched in that way, like two halves of a shattered stone. Dark edges and razor-sharp crags when apart made perfectly smooth when pressed together.
Silas pauses to tear open a condom, but I stop him with a hand.
"Can you-- will you go bare? I'm on birth control."
He pauses for a second. "Are you sure? I'm clean."
"I trust you, Silas. I need to feel you."
"Fuck, sweetheart." He pins my wrists above my head with one hand. The other slides down my spine, over the curve of my ass, between my thighs where I'm already dripping.
"Yes," I hiss. "Fuck me, Si. Don't hold back."
"Stay quiet," he growls. "Or I'll stop. Understand?"
Nodding, I bury my face in a pillow as he lines up the fat head of his cock and pushes inside me. If being honest, Si's cock is too big. He's a lot of man and his throbbing dick doesn't just slip in with ease. Even though he's got me so turned on that I thought I'll die if he doesn't fuck me, he has to work his hips, stretching me, filling me. As he struggles to fit his cock in my pussy, tears prick my eyes and my breath leaves my lungs.
"Okay?" he asks, biting his lip as he tries to hold himself in check.
That's not what I want. I want all of him, right now. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my hips up, encouraging. "I want more, Si. Don't be gentle."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Please."
He drives in the rest of the way in one hard thrust. Pain and pleasure blur together, overwhelming every sense. Feeling so full, so stretched, so completely his takes over. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust, forehead pressed against my shoulder as he breathes hard.
"Fuck, Scout. You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect."
Then he starts to move. Slow at first, careful, letting me get used to his size. But I don't want him to be careful. I rock my hips, urging him faster, harder. He groans and gives me what I need, pounding into me with long, deep strokes that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
"That's it, sweetheart. Take my cock. You're doing so good for me."
His dirty talk undoes me. Combined with the relentless pace he sets, I'm hurtling toward the edge embarrassingly fast. He reaches between us, finds my clit, circles it with rough fingers.
"Come for me, Pretty Girl. Let me feel your pretty pussy choking my big cock."
Silently screaming into the pillow, clenching around him, pleasure ripping through me in devastating waves, I come undone. He follows seconds later, teeth sinking into my shoulder to muffle his own sounds, spilling hot lashes of cum inside me.
We collapse together on the cheap motel bed. Both panting, both shaking. His weight pins me to the mattress and I've never felt safer in my entire life.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Baby, you okay?"
I flutter my eyelashes open. "More than okay."
He pulls out carefully, mindful of how battered my body must be. My whole vagina does feel a bit used and abused, but I don't mind in the least. I asked him to fuck me into the mattress and he absolutely did just that. A contented, groggy smile snags on my lips.
Sliding a hand between my legs, he explores my pussy with gentle fingers. When I realize that he's touching the white dribble of his cum where it seeps out of my pussy, I try to close my legs.
"Silas!" It comes out half-strangled. "What are you doing?"
He pushes my legs apart again, seeming transfixed. His look is intense as he starts pushing all his cum back inside my body, stuffing it in my pussy with two fingers. "I've never been with a woman bare before."
"Are you crazy?" I ask.
