He’s right. He’s right about all of it and I hate him, hate how well he knows me.
“And I know,” he continues, his voice dropping low as he pulls me down and grinds deep, “that you’re going to come harder than you ever have before. And then you’re going to beg me to let you come again.”
“I don’t beg,” I snarl, but my voice shakes.
“We’ll see about that.” He flips us suddenly, his arms wrapping around me, and one second I’m on top and the next I’m on my back with the breath knocked out of me, his cock never leaving my body, his weight pressing me into the mat.
“My turn,” he growls, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, and the look in his eyes makes my stomach clench with anticipation.
And then he starts to fuck me like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else.
“Yes,” I moan, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
He pounds into me with brutal force, driving me into the mat with every thrust, and I can’t move, can’t fight, can barely breathe. He’s got my wrists pinned and his other hand is gripping my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me, and all I can do is lie there and take it while he fucks me into oblivion.
“Who’s in control now?” he grunts, driving into me so deep I feel him everywhere. “Who’s making you scream?”
“You—“ I can’t help it, can’t stop the word from tearing out of me. “You are—fuck—don’t stop?—“
“Wasn’t planning on it.” He shifts his angle and hits my spot dead on and I scream, my walls clamping down around him. “There it is. Right there. That’s the spot that makes you lose your mind, isn’t it?”
“Yes—“ I’m beyond pride now, beyond defiance, just desperate. “Yes, right there, please?—“
“Please?” He slows down, grinding deep instead of pounding hard, tormenting me. “Did I hear a please? I thought you didn’t beg.”
“I don’t—I’m not—“ But I am. I’m begging and we both know it.
“Say it again.” He pulls almost all the way out and holds there, just the tip inside me, and I whine at the loss, my hips straining up trying to take him back. “Say please and I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”
“Please,” I gasp, all my walls crumbling, all my resistance shattering. “Please make me come. Please don’t stop. Please, Dominic, I need?—“
He slams back into me and starts fucking me in earnest, no more teasing, no more edging, just brutal relentless thrusts that hit that spot over and over while his hand finds my clit and rubs in fast hard circles. “Come,” he commands. “Come on my cock right now.”
I don’t have a choice. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. My whole body convulses, my walls clamping down on his cock, my legs locking around his waist. I’m screaming his name, screaming curses, screaming sounds that aren’t even words, and my pussy is pulsing around him, milking him, and I can feel myself gushing around his cock, feel my arousal dripping down my ass and onto the mat beneath me.
He fucks me through it, not slowing down, and doesn’t give me a second to recover. I’m still coming, still shaking, still falling apart when I hear him groan, feel his rhythm falter, and his cock start to throb inside me in a way that tells me he’s close.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he tells me, his voice rough and ragged, and it’s not a question.
And some distant part of my brain is screaming that we should stop, that there’s nothing between us, that I’m not on anything, that this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But I don’t want to stop. I want to feel him come inside me and feel him fill me up, want to feel his cum flooding my pussy with nothing in the way.
“Do it,” I gasp, my walls still fluttering around him, my legs pulling him deeper. “Come inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it.”
He buries himself as deep as he can go and I feel him let go, his cock pulsing inside me, and I feel the first hot rush of his cum flooding my bare pussy. He groans into my neck, his whole body shaking, his hips jerking with every spurt, his cum pumping into me in thick hot pulses.
I moan at the sensation, and my walls clench around him, pulling every last drop out of him. It feels incredible.
We lie there for a long moment, neither of us moving, just breathing. His cock is still twitching inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him, and I can feel his cum slowly leaking out of me, dripping down between my ass cheeks and pooling on the mat beneath me.
What the fuck did I just do?
The question floats through my brain but it’s not really a question. I know exactly what I did. I fucked Dominic Midnight on a gym mat at two in the morning and let him come inside me. My therapist is going to have a field day with this one. Assuming I ever tell her, which I won’t, because I’m taking this to my grave.
He pulls out slowly and I wince at the sensation, oversensitive, raw, and I feel the rush of his cum spilling out of me, feel it dripping down my thighs. I sit up and reach for my clothes.
My leggings first, yanking them on without bothering to find my underwear, not even cleaning myself up, his cum still dripping out of me as I shove my legs into the fabric. Then my sweatshirt. My bra, my ruined bra, torn right down the middle, I pick up and stare at it for a moment, the torn fabric dangling from my fingers.
“You owe me a hundred dollars,” I say.
