With hands interlinked, he pulls in and out of me, driving into me and hitting all the right places, making my pussy squelch.
“How will we return to being just friends after this?” he grunts, his desperation clenching my heart.
We watch each other through glistening eyes. “Ian, no…” Let us live through the pleasure and postpone the heartbreak.
He thrusts so hard inside of me, it’s like he wants to break me so he can put me back together.
“Look at this pussy sucking me in. You’re so tight, you’re squeezing me in as if you want to keep me inside of you forever,” he grits out.
“I do,” I say on a long moan.
He buries his head in my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin. Biting into my earlobe, he whispers, “Then what are we, friends with benefits?”
If I weren’t swimming in this sea of pleasure, maybe I would have noticed the shift in him.
“I guess,” I reply, not even cognizant.
“You guess, huh?” his voice gets cooler, body taut with a predatory stance.
“Then I should fuck you, right? No emotions, no making love to you?”
My nails scrape along his back. “You can do whatever you want to me. But we both know it’s more. It’s always more.”
He pumps into me as he holds on to the headboard. Above me, he appears like a ripped god—magnificent.
“And that leaves us to do what, exactly?”
“Are we having this conversation when you’re so deep inside of me I feel you in my stomach?” I breathe out.
Arching up, I grip the sheet not to slip into euphoria and forget my way back.
“I want you to remember how I feel inside of you.” He drives into me. “How, even when I am bottoming out inside of you, I’m still a fucking starved, desperate, smitten motherfucker, craving you.” Withdrawing slowly so that I feel every ridge and thick inch, he thrusts back inside of me, leaving me breathless. “No one will be me. And baby, I won’t let anyone else around you. It’s me for you, or I’ll end any poor bastard who even thinks he stands a chance.”
He pulls out of me, grabs my ankles, and flips me over like I’m a doll, and he’s the master puppeteer.
“Hold the headboard.”
I hurry to obey his command, yet a smack lands on my ass cheek, causing a tremor to roll through me. I moan, my head dropping. The sting only increases my pleasure.
Another slap follows. “This is for every time you denied me, and every time you will deny me.”
Good god, why do I like this so much?
He swipes his thumb along my slit. Gathering my wetness, he smears it over my pussy. Three more slaps come in rapid succession, producing wet sounds.
I cry out hoarsely. He brings me to this state where I could climb up Everest in my fever. He squeezes each cheek as if to make me aware of who put the marks there and why.
Rocking his hips, he thrusts deep inside of me. For a moment, my vision blackens and stars pop up—an entire constellation is born before my eyes. I levitate somewhere in another dimension, a much brighter, fuller place.
He keeps himself buried inside of me, making me lose my mind at how good it feels. My brain swims in a cocktail of endorphins—high on this sublime drug. I doubt I will survive the withdrawal.
He pulls out of me so slowly, his cock massages my core into ecstasy and coupled with his thumb rubbing my clit expertly, I come undone. I clamp around him, not wanting to let him go.
He thrusts back inside of me with such force that the bed thuds against the wall. I grip the headboard just to anchor myself in here and not fly away.
He fucks me like he said he feels—desperate. I take it all. I made him lose control like this, and I love every arousing, carnal moment.
Coming again, my legs tremble from my powerful orgasm, but he doesn’t stop, functioning on pure lust and frustration.
