Rachel's hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling and pulling me even closer to her pussy. I lap my tongue around her clit, flicking and circling until she's squirming, her whole body like a puppet and I'm the one controlling the strings.
"Stop," she gasps, but her hands are still holding me against her. "Shadow, I can't… I can't endure this anymore. I need your cock inside me. Please don't be gentle. I don't want to feel vulnerable and weak right now. I want to feel like I have this, like I can take it."
I don't entirely understand what she means, but in a weird way it makes perfect sense. She needs to feel powerful, in control of her own pleasure. Needs to prove to herself that she's strong enough to take what she wants.
I climb off the bed and peel my briefs down, letting my cock spring free. It's rock hard, and Rachel's eyes follow it hungrily as it bobs in front of her.
I wrap my hand around it and stroke a few times, watching her reaction. She drags her tongue across her lips and spreads her legs wide open, putting herself on display for me.
I stay still for a few seconds, just watching her gleaming pussy and the juices still trickling down her thighs. Fuck, she's perfect. Then I hop back on the bed and line my cockhead up with her entrance before guiding it inside slowly, feeling her tight heat wrap me inch by inch.
"Oh fuck," she breathes, tilting her head back. "You're filling me so good, Shadow."
That's all the encouragement I need. I increase my pace, slamming my cock inside her, in and out as fast and hard as I can manage.
The bed feels like it's about to break, but it holds. And we keep fucking. Rachel's hands find my back, her nails dragging across my skin hard enough to leave marks. The pain is welcomed. It feels incredible and only pushes me to fuck her faster and harder. I'm merciless right now, pounding into her with everything I have.
Her mouth never closes and her moans keep getting louder. "Shadow, Shadow, Shadow—"
She's saying my road name over and over, and it suddenly hits me that she has no idea what my real name is.
I slow down, placing a hand on her cheek.
"Ryan," I tell her, my voice rough. "My real name is Ryan."
She smiles. "It's a good name," she whispers, then pulls me closer until her lips are against my ear. "Ryan. Fuck me, Ryan."
Hearing my name from her lips does something to me. I gladly accept her request but I need more.
"Get on all fours," I command.
"That's my favorite position," she says with a wicked grin, immediately flipping over. Face down on the pillows, ass up in the air.
She shakes her ass to taunt me, and I don't waste a single second. I grab her hips and slam my cock back inside her. The angle is deeper, tighter, fucking perfect. I pick up speed, fucking her hard and fast until I grab both her arms and pull them behind her back, holding her wrists together.
She's totally under my control now. Her body is being thrown forward and back with each thrust, and we're both loving every second of it.
Whatever happens after this, whatever consequences we face… This was all worth it.
Out of nowhere, with no warning, Rachel starts throwing her ass back. She's bouncing those bubbly cheeks on my cock, meeting each thrust with equal force, and it's too much.
My hands start trembling. I let go of her wrists and her body collapses onto the bed. I follow her down, getting on top of her in a prone bone position, my cock going as deep as possible.
She screams into the pillow and I lose all control. Watching her sweaty face, her eyes rolling back, the way her body takes everything I give her… I shoot three loads deep inside her, my whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
"Fuck," I gasp, pulling out right away. "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask—"
"It's fine," Rachel interrupts, her voice dreamy and satisfied. "I love how warm it feels. How I feel complete with your cum inside me."
I roll beside her, placing a hand on her sweaty back. "Was this what you needed?"
She's quiet for a moment, catching her breath. "It isn't everything," she finally admits. "But it did feel nice."
"I'm glad." I mean it. "And I'll be there for all the steps along the way. Whatever you need."
Rachel turns her head to look at me, and there's vulnerability in her eyes that wasn't there before. "I have no idea what steps to take next. Where to go, what to do. My whole life just... fell apart."
In my head, I know what I'm about to say might sound crazy. Too fast. Too intense. But I also know I'll regret it forever if I don't say it.
