He’s at my back, all heat and muscle, pinning me between him and the cold, unforgiving wall.
One hand fists in my hair, yanking just enough to tilt my head, bare my throat, make me his.The other slides between my legs.His fingers slipping through my slick pussy like he already knows what he’ll find.
He groans, low and filthy, the sound vibrating against my skin.
I’m a mess.Dripping and desperate, my pussy already begging to be split open by his cock.I can’t fucking breathe until he’s inside me.
“I should make you beg for this,” he murmurs, voice a low scrape of danger against the shell of my ear, a threat dressed up as a promise.His lips brush my neck, slow and deliberate, leaving heat in their wake, branding me without teeth.
“I should fuck you slow,” he breathes.“Make you feel every inch.Make you earn it for what you just did to me.”His grip in my hair tightens.His cock grinds against my ass, thick and hard.“And maybe…” He leans in, teeth biting my skin now. “Maybe I fucking will.”
I arch without thinking.My palms flatten against the wall, bracing myself, heart slamming in my chest like it’s trying to break free.
“But I’ve waited long enough, Em.”
One hand grabs my jaw, firm, demanding, forcing me to lookup, right into those dark, furious eyes. Eyes that say he’s about to fuck the life out of me.
“You ready for it?”he snarls.“You want me to fuck you now?”
And God, the way he says it… low, rough, like a dare wrapped in a warning… I already know the answer.
I feel it in my chest, in my spine, in the heat pooling low and fast.Every inch of me is already his.Begging to be claimed.
I can’t speak.I just nod, lip caught between my teeth, chest rising in shallow, broken breaths.
That’s all it takes.
He grabs his thick, aching cock and drags the swollen head along the curve of my ass, smearing precum like his marking me.
His arm locks around my waist, lifting me without effort.He positions me where he wants me, spread, trembling, desperate to be filled.
“Fucking soaked,” he mutters, cock grinding between my legs.“Dripping down your thighs like this pussy’s been waiting for me to fill it.”
He spreads me open, no hesitation, just lines me up, and presses the thick head of his cock right against my entrance.
“Take a breath, sweetheart,” he growls into my ear.“Because I’m not giving you time to adjust.”
And then he dives in.
One brutal thrust.
Balls-deep.
No mercy.
My forehead rests against the wall.My nails scrape down the surface as I stretch around him, stuffed full, pussy clenching hard like I don’t know whether to take more or fall apart.
I scream, like I’ve never screamed before.
His chest presses to my back, breath hot against my neck.“You feel that?”he says.“That’s me splitting you open.Just like you fucking asked for.”
And then he starts to move.
“Fuck,” I choke out.
His mouth is at my ear, breath hot, voice ragged and low.“You feel that?”he barks, cock buried to the hilt.“That stretch?That ache?”He thrusts harder, and I gasp.“That’s how deep I get.Only me.No one else.No one fucking else puts you back together and tears you apart in the same breath.”
Another thrust.
