Chapter Fourteen
Baby I’ll learn to touch you, I want to breathe into your well
See, I gotta hunt you, I gotta bring you to my hell
Baby, I wanna fuck you, I wanna feel you in my bones
Boy I’m gonna love you, I’m gonna tear into your soul…
Mya
I am sound asleep on my couch when I hear the doorbell and jolt from my sleep. I check my phone seeing it is only nine p.m. and see a message from Sully telling me he was here.
I rush to the door and unlock it, pulling him into my arms. “I am so sorry. I fell asleep watching dance videos.”
He brushes my hair back and kisses me softly. “It’s okay.”
He looks exhausted, black circles under his eyes, and his voice scratchy. I know he was crying earlier by the sound of his voice.
“What can I do?”
He laughs, but it sounds tortured. “Let me rage fuck you.”
I pull back and look at him. I have no clue what that is. “Uh, how?”
He looks at me and kisses me sweetly, no rage at all in his kiss. “It’s a term of speech. I just want to rage, but fucking sounds good, too.”
I take what he says, and I know it isn’t a term of speech. I am certain it’s rough sex and he doesn’t want to scare me. I step back and drop the tight capri pants I was wearing, panties and all. Then, lift my sports bra over my head. I am naked before him, wearing tattoos and skin. “Give me your worst, crow.”
He wastes no time at my offer and slams into me like a feral lion, pinning me to the wall. One hand is gripping me, half on my shoulder half on my throat as he kneels before me, dragging his tongue down my body. My heart is racing, and I don’t know if I want this, or what he will do to me.
His thumbs open my pussy as he flattens his tongue over me and eats at me ferociously. “I need you, Mya, so fucking much,” he says, slipping two fingers inside of me.
My hands fall to his scalp, scraping him with my nails wanting more. What was fear before was now foolishly forgotten. He was all I wanted. Any way I could have him.
He laps at me, fingers me, as that hand sits high at my throat as he squeezes. I know he won’t hurt me, but the ferocity of his touch has me coming.
He finishes me off, slipping his thumb in my mouth as his fingers and tongue pull everything from me until I am mush against the wall. He stands, that hand never moving from my neck, as he pins me to the wall and single handedly drops his pants.
He comes in close and lifts me when he finally moves his hand and uses both to lift me up by my thighs, spreading me open over his dick.
“I love how you come on my face, Pet.”
I groan at his words, but am lost for my own when I feel him impale me on his cock. He slams into me, pushing me to the wall with his hips. My hands weakly draped around his neck as he fucks me, his hips like pistons revving me up.
“Fuck, Mya. I can’t get deep enough. I want to fuck you through this wall.” He tries to. I am certain of it. He is fucking me so hard against the wall, that there is a bite of pain deep inside of me where he is bottoming out in my pussy, telling me Ican’ttake more of him even if I want to. And still I spur him on.
“More, baby, fuck! Harder give me more,” I scream, as each thrust sends a bolt of painful eroticism through me. I relish it and wonder for a split second if I am a masochist or simply falling in love with a broken man?
Neither frighten me in this moment of pleasure and pain. I could let him burn through me if he needed to.
He is grinding against me, deep as he can go, when he bites at my shoulder and smacks my thigh. The pain, oh fuck, the pain is so good. It isn’t violent or punishing. It is need. Pure reckless need, and he can’t control it any more than I can. I want him to fuck me up, make me bleed, if only for him. I want there to never be a thought of any man who could ever fulfill me like Sam Sullivan.
This is ownership without words. Fucking me with an abandon that is reckless and thoughtful, beautiful and ugly.
I dig my nails down his back, wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my heels into his ass, pushing him deeper if possible. I look at him feeling another orgasm rise inside of me. His eyes sear into me as mine roll. Screams tear from my throat as I coat him in my come, the slapping sound of him inside me is undeniably sexy.
“I’m coming, Mya, so deep. I will overflow your cunt baby, you are mine. Fuck Mya, mine!” He yells and pins me to the wall, buried deep as he thrusts, almost without moving as his cock pulses inside of me until he has given me every drop.
