I did, trying hard not to hyperventilate.
“Dig your nails into my back if you want.”
I bit my lip, watching that beautiful large cock, disappear into my folds.
He eased in a little more. “Look at me.”
I did and Zayne moved. Pain exploded in my groin, the feeling like my insides were being torn apart. Then he was kissing me, a hard, punishing kiss bruising my soft, swollen lips with his hungry mouth, distracting me while he slowly inched his cock deeper inside me, stretching my tight channel wider and wider, my muscles protesting at the burning invasion. I screamed but his mouth on mine, swallowed the sound, his tongue curling around mine, his kiss raw, hungry, almost savage.
My legs trembled as he pulled out, before plunging back in, fire detonating inside me once more. Digging my nails into the skin on his shoulders, I held on, his kiss sharp, tangy, all-consuming, and hypnotic that my body began ignoring the pain and focusing on the pleasure. His hands on my ass, he trapped me against his body, his fingers digging deep, controlling the movement, the pressure, the direction. Caught unawares by the fervor raging through me, seeking reprieve I began flexing my hips, thrusting up to meet him halfway.
He broke the kiss on a throaty curse, “fuck, baby girl.” He rocked into me, each thrust smoother, stronger, more delicious and I wanted more. “Are you okay?”
But my need outweighed any other feeling. “Please, Zayne.”
Chuckling, he lifted my ass onto the hood, his hips still a lazy rhythm, riding my pussy in a slow taunt. “Lie back.” As soon as I did, he hooked his arms under my thighs, spreading me wide open to his thrusts. Sweating, I gasped for air, but a weighty warmth invaded my core. His breathing sped up matching mine, his pounding turned wilder and then he was thrusting into me, harder, faster. All I could do was grab onto his arms and hang on. “Fuck, Ria, I need to fuck you harder.”
And as if in answer to his prayers, the heavens opened, showering us with its blessings. The cool water against our heated skin, raising puffs of steam. Angling his body over mine, to block out the rain, he licked into my mouth, our groans fusing, our bodies one, creating sparks of pleasure from tips to toes.
“Then do it,” I murmured, my body in the onslaught of his thrusts.
He lifted slightly to look at me, his breathing just as rapid, his beautiful gaze searching, filled with tenderness. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I whispered against the hissing rain. “I trust you, Zayne...my Zayne.”
His nostrils flared, his hooded eyes turned darker, sexier. Mesmerizing, seducing me. “Christ, baby girl!” his roar echoed in the rain, and he plunged deeper and harder into me. Burning pain ripped through me, but right behind it came a sweet sensation of overwhelming need. I cried out, caught up in the delicious desire I knew would keep me addicted to this man. He shoved my legs wider almost bending me in two, giving him more access, his thick girth stretching me, the pressure between my legs heavier, more intense.
Still, I held on, closing my eyes, letting him have his way with me until the molten flames of pleasure began unfurling first in my breasts, down through my core, slipping into my pussy and bursting against my clit. My eyes shot open. Zayne massaging my clit, his cock pistoning into me, his mouth on my nipple. The combinations of the sensations rippling through my body stole my breath and I had only a moment’s notice before that strange sensation, sprinted down my spine, finally settling in my core.
“Oh, God, Zayne,” I cried out, my body a shuddering mass of pleasure, gratification, my orgasm tearing through each layer of skin, tissue, muscle.
I was still coming down from my high, when he pulled out of me, moved me to the front of the car, and bent me flat over the hood, face down. “Don’t move, Ria.” I waited for him to enter me but instead, he hiked my skirt up and I felt his hand roll over my wet ass cheek, squeezing lightly while the other found my clit and he circled the swollen bundle.
“Zayne,” I moaned then let out a cry as pushed two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking wet.” His chest pressed into my back as he nibbled my shoulder, his fingers pumping slowly into me. Then he straightened, withdrawing his fingers and rolling his cock through my slit. “You’ve got a beautiful ass, baby girl,” he groaned, rolling the head of his cock from my pussy to my rear entrance. “I'm going to fuck your ass.” I immediately stiffened, glancing at him over my shoulder and he winked as though he felt my panic. “Not tonight, but I will,” he soothed. Lifting one of my legs, he propped my knee on the hood, opening me wider and I could feel the rain hit my pussy. “For now, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
My inner muscles clenched at the words, and I squashed the shiver of alarm that threatened to overtake me. I was still sore, but I trusted him. Gripping my hips, he nudged the head of his cock into my sensitive opening. Without giving me a chance to breathe, he slammed the length deep into my pussy. I let out a low cry of pleasurable pain, but he didn’t pause, just pulled out and rammed it in again. By the third stroke, I felt that now-familiar pull of an orgasm, dragging me under with each powerful penetration, then blasting my core with a hot gush of ecstasy reverberating through me. My legs trembled and I grasped for something to hold onto, but the hood was slick with rain.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Zayne rasped, his thrusts relentless. Harder. Deeper. “Come for me.” I moaned as my climax continued to rip through my body, not stopping as he continued to slam into me, fast enough to keep me shuddering with each taunting grind. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Do you know how hard it is to hold back, to not fucking come?”
I couldn’t answer, my body overloaded with pleasure. Legs spread wide, my hands grasping wildly. I’d permitted him and he was showing me why he’d held back. Still, high on ecstasy, my body was slipping, my hold even more so. “Zayne, please,” I pleaded, needing a breather from his sensual assault.
“Fucking hell.” Zayne groaned. “Hang on, baby girl.”
He lifted my leg high, his rhythm changing. Faster. Deeper. Pounding into me until I felt that final snap of his hips and then the warm flood of his cum, erupting deep inside me. I glanced at him over my shoulder. As his entire body stilled over mine, his face a painter's dream of pleasure and beauty. I felt the continuous pulse of his cock before his body went limp and he collapsed over me.
“Fuck,” he groaned into my neck.
I wasn’t sure what to feel after as the ecstasy slowly eased but the exhaustion claiming my body wasn’t it. I tried to move but I couldn’t lift myself and broke into a fit of laughter. Straightening, Zayne looked down at me, smiling. “I’m guessing that was just as insane for you as it was for me.” He drew up and turned me around, holding me in his arms. “You’re fucking beautiful. Ria.” He slipped his tongue between my lips, his kiss started slow, quickly spiraling into wild abandonment, matching the beat of the thunder roaring in the horizon behind us. When we finally came up for air, his eyes searched mine and I wasn’t sure what he was looking for then he kissed my brow.
“Don’t move.” He moved away. When he returned, he had wipes in his hand. “Best I can do.” He grinned and I blushed as he wiped me down. Done, He lifted me in his arms, walked around to the passenger side, and deposited me on the seat. “Are you okay, baby girl?”
I was too lazy to talk. My eyes slid shut. I felt something warm cover my wet body. I heard the engine roar and the soft music brush over my body. Most importantly I heard the man next to me say.
“You’re mine forever, Ria.”
