Page 128 of Breathe Like Hell

He pushed us up so he was sitting and I was kneeling with my back to the raging ocean, then began to undress me. It was cold, especially with the wind, but I needed this more than warmth. Micah took off my coat and sweatshirt, then pulled up the hem of my thermal long sleeve, exposing my naked chest.

“So fucking perfect,” he said as he kissed me again, cupping my tits and rolling my stiff nipples between his fingers, wind sweeping over my skin and scattering goosebumps down my arms.

Micah grabbed my wrist and placed my palm on his erection, squeezing over the back of my hand. My cheeks were hot, wetness soaking my underwear, my pulse flying. I hadn’t touched him here in such a long time.

“I’ll let you suck it if you promise to be a good girl,” he said, running his mouth down my jaw to my throat, his lips skimming over my butterfly pulse.

“I promise to be a good girl,” I whimpered.

He gave my hand another squeeze, my fingers wrapping around the massive shape of his cock through his pants, then he worked to unbutton them and tug down the fly. I tucked my hair behind my ears, staring at his deft fingers while the low throb intensified between my thighs. My heart was about to break free of my ribs.

Micah lowered his pants and his boxers enough to take out his erect cock.

I crouched lower, knees pressed to the dirt, spine curving.

Micah guided my head, bringing my mouth to his swollen tip, and finally allowed me to feel him completely bare. His hot skin against my lips, my tongue, his length sliding into my open mouth.

“There you go,” he murmured. “All of it.”

I took him farther until he was bumping the back of my throat and I gagged, tears welling in my eyes.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen in my entire life. Do you know that?”

I couldn’t answer him with anything more than a moan, my lips still wrapped around his thick shaft, my throat occupied.

“It’s like you were fucking made for me, Dakota. That’s what I think about you,” he said, using his grip on my hair to bob my head up and down. “That you were made for me.”

Saliva dripped down his length as tears dripped down my cheeks, turning me into a complete mess. I used my hand in tandem with my mouth, squeezing him, pushing my fingers lower into his boxers to feel his heavy balls while I accepted his cock in my throat.

“My fear-addicted baby girl. You want it like this.” He thrust his hips upward, making me choke. “You hate that you want it like this. And maybe you want to fight me, but you know I’m not going to let you do that, so you won’t. You’ll let me do anything I want to you as long as I don’t stop.”

I pressed my thighs together, the lack of air in my lungs making my depraved thoughts fuzzy around the edges. His fingers were wound tight in my hair, pulling at my scalp, the pain stoking the fire in my core.

Without warning, Micah yanked me up, off his dick, and flipped me on my back.

A short yelp burst out of me as I landed with my head halfway over the face of the cliff, Micah instantly layering his body on top of mine.

“I own you,” he said in his low voice, arrogance and reverence both shadowing his words.

He was rough and rushed, tearing off one of my boots so he could get my jeans and underwear off one leg and shoved down to the ankle of the other. My head was reeling with his quickness.

“Yes,” I whined. “You own me.”

His large hand found the inside of my bare thigh, holding me wide open as his stiff cock pushed at my entrance.

He buried half his length inside of me on the first thrust, too hungry to go any slower, then pushed my thigh wider as he sank the rest of the way. My eyes rolled when he bottomed out, deep pleasure aching unbearably in my core, twisting with the pain he buried there.

Micah began to pump his hips, hitting me deep on every single thrust as he got steadily rougher. He didn’t slow down for a second. We’d been abstaining too long for that. My pussy clenched around him, my fingernails raking through the dirt, my clit throbbing when I looked down between us.

I couldn’t think of a sight more erotic than Micah’s bare cock sinking inside of me. Hot and thick and hard and fucking merciless.

A filthy, primal, predatory ownership.

With my shirt pushed up and my jeans dangling off one ankle, my head tipped back over the edge and freedom filling my lungs, he was finally fucking me the way I needed him to. Pinning me to the edge, his weight holding me down, his strength keeping me safe, his hand squeezing around my vulnerable throat. So deep I knew I’d feel it for days.

I pushed back farther, high on the feeling of pure terror in my veins. The steepness and length of the drop underneath me was dizzying in the most perfect way.

One of my hands slid down between us so I could rub my clit, and I was half-delirious over the pleasure it gave me. Everything felt better when my life was hanging in the balance. When the consequences were severe and irreversible.