Riley
When I feel him filling me so deeply, an uncontrollable yell escapes my mouth. The painful pleasure erases every inhibition and I melt into his warm hands that grip my hips tightly, pulling me onto him.
Ian takes me completely.
He does what he wants with my body, moulding it as he needs, and synchronising my movements to go against his thrusts.
He is fucking me, like I asked him to, even if I wasn’t really sure this is what I wanted.
I wanted his hands, his mouth, his body and that warmth…Him. I wanted to feel him.
With a strong, painful thrust, my body folds completely over his; my energy is gone, my head is hammering and my stomach is grumbling.
And yet, I allow him to have me this way, full of anger and selfishness. Ian projects his frustration and desire into me.
And I let him.
I take it all.
I would take anything from him.
His face slides between my breasts and I feel his beard scratching, burning my skin. His lips capture a nipple and suck at it before biting down furiously.
I scream, but Ian doesn’t stop.
He carries on biting me, sucking me and tormenting me, making me lose any sense of embarrassment I may have felt.
The only thing I feel is Ian O’Connor inside me.
It’s the only thing I want to feel.
He leaves my hips for a moment and grabs them with his hands, pulling me towards him, and begins sucking on them, one then the other, provoking a violent shaking within me and scaring me at the same time.
“God, Riley…it’s killing me. All of this is killing me. Having you this way…” he pants against my chest making me feel, for the first time, that I am the woman he really wants.
I grab his hair with both my hands and pull him to my mouth. I want to feel his lips, his tongue, his flavour.
I want it all.
Because the same thing is killing me too.
I clash with his mouth, sliding my tongue in and he moans, sending vibrations rippling through me.
“I want you to forget about everything else,” he says through his teeth as I wrap my legs around him, trapping him in my grip. “I want you to understand exactly what’s happening here. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.” He squeezes a nipple tightly, forcing me to look at him. “I want you to know that your body is in my hands. That it’s all in my hands.” He takes one in his teeth and bites it, burning me with his eyes and enjoying my agony. “I want you to think about the fact that I’m inside you, that I’m fucking you.”
He slides his hands along my back until he gets to my buttocks and squeezes tightly. I move over him and take it all, feeling my excitement balloon as our sweaty bodies bump up against one another.
“I want you to understand what it means to want something so badly you wish it could kill you, because that’s what you’re doing to me,” he growls angrily, before marking me again with his teeth.
Neck, shoulder, breast. Ian bites me everywhere, furious and breathless, and each time he does, it takes my breath away – his tongue soothes the wound he’s just inflicted on me.
And then he grabs my hips and pushes down hard, before biting my earlobe and ordering me: “Now come for me, Riley. Just for me.”
I grab onto his shoulders and do as he tells me.
And I do it loudly and desperately as if, through my liberating screams, a part of me is killed, dispersed with the air.
Ian follows me, filling me with his hardness and his rage before stopping and letting his head fall onto my shoulder, breathless.
We stay like that for a few minutes before I try with to get off of him. My legs are quivering and my body is still rocked by tremors.
Ian doesn’t let me move; he gets up, keeping me tightly in his arms, and starts towards the bathroom.
“What…?” I say in confusion.
He opens the shower door and turns on the water, then in a tone of voice that is so sweet and tender it smashes me to a million pieces he says: “Now I’m going to take care of you.”
