Ripping one of my hands free, I manage to shift my torso out from under his.
He pushes himself up, freeing my other arm, letting me roll to the side.
Except his thighs frame mine firmly.
They’re like tree trunks, thick, strong, and completely unmoving.
I don’t even have room to wedge in a good knee to the groin.
His fingers wrap in the fabric of my tank, knotting it like a lariat around my ribs and pushing with his fist between my shoulders.
Shoving my cheek against the mattress.
This is what I wanted.
Begged for.
Will he stop if I say the words?
He hasn’t hurt me though.
As his weight on my spine pins me, his other hand drifts down, rolling my hips inside the vise of his legs.
“Let’s see how much you really like this,princess.” His gravelly voice drops with his palm plunging between my clenched thighs.
A gasp escapes me when he presses my soaked shorts against my pussy.
“So. Fucking.Wet.” The heat of his exhale pours through the thin fabric covering his nose, spilling over the bare skin of my back.
He grabs the seam and tugs, pulling my shorts almost painfully tight.
Then he shoves two fingers deep inside of me.
“No, please,” I whimper, but grind my pelvis against his knuckles.
I want more.
With every forceful stroke, pressure builds in my belly.
My pitiful attempt at a whine slides into a long moan when he curls his hand, hitting a spot that sends pulses of electricity coursing through me.
Fisting my sheets, I try to push myself up against his hold making my headband work over my eyes.
Or maybe I’m just trying to get him to drive deeper?
I can’t even control my thoughts as I lose myself in the sensation of his thick digits pistoning into me. Raging heat runs in waves in tempo with his faster thrusts.
“This tight little cunt is mine now,” he growls.
Some sort of sound escapes my throat, more of a mewl than a protest.
And then he slips in a third finger, shooting me into an oblivion of stars.
Crying out, intensity clenches me into a rigid release, every muscle firing into an arch beneath him.
As I pant into the mattress, he withdraws his hand to jerk the hem of my shorts hard enough to tear them.
The sound of his zipper makes me catch my breath and hold it.
