“I’ll give you something good, sweetheart,” he growled as he lowered me to the bed. Following me down, he kept all that delicious heat from his hard body with me.
“Sweetheart?” I tried to laugh because I refused to cry. “A little early for that, isn’t it?”
He either didn’t care that I was trying to joke or didn’t agree. Pulling back to tug my shirt up, he shook his head and gave me a smoldering, searing stare that melted me. “Fine. I’ll wait until the next time to be sweet on you.”
“Nexttime?” I asked, sucking in a hard inhale when he dragged my cami up high enough to latch his hot mouth on my nipple. “Oh?—”
“Next time.” Between his hand shoving my shorts down and his head moving over so he could suck on my other breast, he showed how needy he was for me. Forme, the liar and rival sent here to spy on him. “And every time after that.”
I lifted my hips to help him get my shorts off. Holding the back of his head so I could keep his mouth on my breast, I moaned as sparks of heat sparked and lit a path down to my aching, throbbing pussy.
“This time,” he said as he leaned back to shove his pants off, watching me as I removed my cami, “is going to be fast and hard. I’ll give you something good, sweetheart,” he said so gruffly, his voice thick with desperation.
He’d already screwed up by letting that endearment slip out now. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t. All I was capable of was parting my legs to let him lower back down to me. The only thing I dreamed of focusing on was holding my arms out to embrace him as he braced himself over me.
Every inch of his hard body burned me as he stretched out over me. His long, stiff, thick cock stunned me as he rubbed it, bare and wet with pre-cum, over my slick entrance.
Foreplay would take too long.
The weeks of heated looks, stolen kisses, and veiled teasing were enough to get me clawing for him now.
“This time,” he said as he positioned his dick at my pussy, “won’t last long enough.” With a jerk of his hips, he pushed the wide dome of his cockhead into me. Stretching me. I gasped out loud and thrust my breasts up at him.
“A fucking eternity won’t be long enough,” he threatened as he gritted his teeth and rammed into me.
My lips parted as he filled me. All the way to the hilt. Stuffed with his huge dick wedged inside my sopping-wet pussy. Instead of gasping at the sting of the widening, the burn of being so full, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head toward mine. Kissing him like I was in withdrawal of his greedy lips, I silenced anything else he could’ve said.
Like how he was realizing just now that I was a virgin.
Or how I was giving myself to him in a way I hadn’t with any other man.
But he knew. He could tell, somehow, because as I dueled with his tongue and acclimated to the split second of his shaft all the way inside me, he slipped his arms around me and held me so crushingly tight that it seemed like he needed to take a moment to let it sink in for him. As if it felt too damn good for him and he didn’t want to come yet.
Still kissing him, and whimpering with need as tension stayed tight inside me, I felt him drag back. And slam home again. Over and over. He whipped his hips and ground me down into the mattress without any pause, without any hesitation.
No words were necessary. Foreplay and slowing down to caress me wouldn’t have changed anything, either.
Fast and hard, hopelessly and desperately, he fucked me until I shattered apart. Proving him right.
He made it good.
He gave me something so out-of-this-world and perfect with the bliss that swiftly washed over me with my orgasm. Waves of relief had me trembling. Flutters of my climax robbed me of any mental energy.
Free and floating with the euphoria of letting go, I pressed my hands on his back and held on tightly. Hugging him. Securing him to me until he stiffened and groaned. He sucked hard on my neck as his thick dick jerked deep inside me, flooding me with his cum.
We lay there catching our breath but not moving. In this silence, with our ragged exhales, I stayed in the moment of bliss for as long as I could. To savor the endorphin rush. To welcome the lax numbness.
But he had to ruin it.
“How was that for something good?” he asked smugly before kissing my shoulder.
Good.
It was good. Just as I knew it would be.
But as I realized how much I wanted more, the guilt consumed me all over again.
I caved. I surrendered.
