Page 127 of The Strength Of A Woman

“I can’t take any risks with you, Lani,” he says as I laugh, upside down.

He makes sure my bum is covered before we walk into the house.

Normally, I’d think we’d make it to the second floor, but once he slams the door shut, he puts me down, throws my back into the wall and comes onto me with the heat of a ballistic rocket.

If I had a dress on me, this would be the moment when he’d rip it open.

He threads his fingers through the back of my wet hair and crashes his mouth onto mine, opening my lips at once.

He moves his tongue with ardor while mine moves with his.

His other hand goes to my thigh and slides it high on his hip, making my center open against his groin so I can feel his hard-on.

He presses himself into me to remove any doubt, in case there were any, and then he lifts my other thigh and lifts me up, while I loop my arms around his neck.

His clothes are damp from my skin and hair. He doesn’t care.

He just unfastens his belt, unzips his fly, and pulls his hard cock out before letting me down, my core tight around his veiny shaft.

My head falls back, my eyes closed.

As I relax around him, I also throb around him. He grunts with pleasure.

I follow suit and moan.

“Damn it,” I say, unable to move, still feeling some dull pain, not enough to ruin the pleasure coming from his hard-on. “It’s that how it feels,” I say, tilting my head and looking at him through my eyelashes, while he drinks me in with lustful eyes.

He moves into me, holding me, everything in his control.

How deep he slides in. How long he stays inside me.

Whatever he does, my center reacts the same.

It clenches around him, making him glisten from my wet arousal.

He looks at me, and then my jiggling boobs, before he pulls out of me, runs his zipper up, and pushes off the wall with me in his arms.

We reach the second floor within moments.

He lays me on the bed, removes his clothes, and slides on top of me, my thigh up, pressed into his side.

And then, he thrusts. This time, it hurts a little more, but I quickly forget about it when he lowers his mouth and starts kissing me while fucking me.

Bliss sweeps through me.

Having him naked on top of me, with my hands moving freely down his back and muscular ass as he enters me repeatedly is all I want.

I take him in with all I’ve got, my body and my soul knowing full well that we’ll be tested soon.

That our lives will be threatened.

That we might be brutally pulled away from each other by things that are not in our control.

He must know that too, as he rams into me without restraint, trying to quench his thirst, making me feel the pain and fire in his soul.

Later, he floods me with his release, and I don’t want to let him go.

Unfinished.