15. NYX
IKNEW SHE WANTED MORE, but I gave her a gentle peck on the lips.
The tiniest kiss, a soft brush of our mouths, tender enough to make her moan, to prove something to both of us…
To prove that she meant more to me than just a fuck.
I was surrounded by beautiful women on a daily basis. Women who’d spread their legs at my command the second I walked into a fucking room. Women who could have walked on goddamn catwalks they were so fine, but no one was like this bitch.
This fine mass of curves in my arms was more than just a body.
She was Lizzie’s daughter, and if there was something that could put me off her, it was that. But it was what fucked with my head. Not because I’d admittedly had a crush on her mom as a kid, but because she was a cut above.
She wasn’t even a townie, or a country clubber, she was Lizzie’s.
I had to treat her right—Lizzie deserved no less.
More than that, Giulia deserved it.
She deserved better.
Which meant I should back away, but I couldn’t.
That weird as fuck connection that sprang to life whenever she walked into a fucking room was reverberating through me like a jackhammer down my vertebrae.
I felt each and every hit, except, instead of agonizing pain, I experienced a blissful pleasure at the slick bundle in my arms.
Squeezing her tighter than before, gifting her another soft brush of our mouths that had our lips clinging to one another, I whispered, “Let’s make the mistake together.”
When she gulped, I knew I had her. But there was no smugness, no bluster about this score. If anything, it was a kind of relief that flickered through me.
This, I understood.
Lust, need, arousal? They made sense to me.
Passion and desire too. It all fit.
The sense that I needed to protect her was something I could explain away also. I wanted to protect every woman and child in my vicinity. I could hide from the fact that that need trebled around her, could dismiss it as unimportant.
With her in my arms, I could breathe easier.
Pressing my face into the curve of her throat, I inhaled her sweet scent and whispered, “You’re going to fuck with my head, Giulia, but you’re going to fuck with my body too.”
“Is that a request or a question?”
I heard the amusement in her voice and was charmed by it. How couldn’t I be?
She was everything and nothing I’d thought I’d ever want. I hated sass in a woman. Hated it with a passion. Snark was one thing, but Giulia was a bitch. She was hard as nails too. But I respected that, and damn if I didn’t want to fuck the gall out of her, one screw at a time.
My dick twitched at the thought. “Both.”
She snorted, then reached between us and cupped my dick. It was the first forward move either of us had made, and I let her do it and loved the way she moaned.
“Fuck, you’re huge.”
That the moan was a combination of distressed and delighted had me smirking against her throat, even as I parted my lips and began to flicker my tongue over the sensitive skin there.
“I’ll make it good for you,” I promised, knowing why there was hesitancy coming from her.
Big dicks were great when it came to an open locker room, but I’d grown past the days where measuring my cock with another guy was important. Mostly, they were pains in the asses. Bitches could never swallow me down like they could an average guy, and I could never bone someone too hard for fear of goddamn breaking them.
One of the reasons I liked Cammie was because she could deep throat three-quarters of my length. That alone was like having the Virgin Mary pop up in my bedroom every second Thursday of the month—a goddamn miracle.
“I’m sure you will,” she replied. Again, she sounded amused, and fuck if I didn’t like that I never knew where she was going with her moods.
I let my hands drop down to cover her ass, then, as I parted her cheeks, I dragged her against me, trapping her hands between our bodies.
After a final flutter of my tongue against her pulse point, I pulled back and drawled, “Are you ready to make a mistake?”
She blinked at me before her grin, not unlike the sun rising in the morning, began to grow.
Wider and wider, until I felt blinded by it.
“I’d love to,” she retorted, then immediately squealed as I hauled her up against my chest.
She parted her legs and instantly hooked them around my waist, and taking advantage, I squeezed her butt again as I walked out of the bathroom that had needed a new look back in the eighties, and into a bedroom that contained a bed that was way too small for what I wanted to do to her.
But—and it was a huge but—I didn’t need this shit getting around the clubhouse. Everyone knew I wouldn’t share, but the second they knew Giulia was fucking one of the brothers, she’d be fair game, and as fucking terrified as everyone was of me, that didn’t mean some bastards wouldn’t tempt fate just to get a piece of something I wanted.
I wasn’t going to claim her, and that put her in jeopardy.
Anyone who touched her would lose their fucking hands, but that wouldn’t save her from the trauma.
God, my thought process was enough to make me pull back, and I probably would’ve done, if she hadn’t reached up and connected our mouths.
The second she did that, I was lost. I couldn’t even think, my brain was blown out, clean through the gaping hole in my skull after the hit to the head that was this kiss.
I felt it in my dick, my bones. Not even my soul escaped the power of this kiss. It was like a...
God, why was my mind filled with violent thoughts as I dealt with the repercussions of this kiss?
I didn’t know, so I pushed it away, focused on the good, the joy that came from this simple connection.
Her mouth was tender, her kiss soft. So unlike the woman who made a hedgehog look like it had a Brazilian. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, hesitant at first, softly, then as they touched, tangled, she shivered, moaned, then hitched herself higher in my arms as though she was trying to get closer and couldn’t do it.
I grunted as her stomach rubbed against mine, her heat delicious and delightful at the same time.
She thrust against my tongue, fucking me there like I’d fuck her later, but that wasn’t for now.
Next time, I’d show her shit that would make her eyes widen.
This time, I had to prepare her.
My fucking bastard cock.
With a grunt, I pulled back before I lashed my tongue over her lips in apology. She moaned, then instantly traced the same path I took, her eyes drowsy as though I’d laced my saliva with alcohol.
That look got to me so fucking much that I had to take a second to get myself under control. I had to focus. Had to breathe. I couldn’t lose myself in her. Not yet, if ever.
Revealing the real me wasn’t going to work. Couldn’t work. No one could deal with that.
No one.
Inside, the demon clawed at the control I tried to assert over it. It ripped at the cage it subsisted in, tore at it like it was made of paper, and then she moaned, ignored my silent dictate, and connected our mouths once more. That moan told me she couldn’t bear to be apart a second longer, and neither could I.
I sank into that kiss. Drowned in her and us. And the monster? It calmed. It was soothed, and I shuddered with relief as I just focused on her and our connection.
Unable to help it, my knees buckled as relief bombarded me, and I staggered over to the nearest wall, needing support, needing to make sure I kept her upright without dropping her.
Her weight was inconsequential to me, but when I was being torn down the middle by the two opposing sides that wanted a piece of me, I just knew I needed some extra help.
As she began to tongue fuck me once again, I stopped worrying about shit I couldn’t control, stopped thinking period. I just focused on her, and us, and what she made me feel.
With a groan, I dove into her as much as she dove into me, until our tongues were thrusting against each other’s. I ate at her, and she ate at me, and it was the deepest, most intimate kiss of my life.
Bar none.
She exposed every raw part of me, brought the light to it, and blew my mind with her power as she went, because no one had ever affected me this fucking much.
I shoved her into the wall, grabbed her hands and pressed them on either side of us, not stopping until she was pinned there, splayed above and below.
When I tore my mouth from hers, she whimpered, her eyes beseeching as the lids lazily opened, and she arched forward, trying to reconnect us once again.
“I want you to know something.”
“What?”
Fuck, her mouth was kiss sore, pink and red, the lines blurring in a way that made me want to lick them.
“I have piercings.”
“Huh?”
“My dick is pierced. I didn’t want you to run screaming from the room when you saw my hardware.”
For a second, she just stared at me, then when she laughed, I shook my head.
“H-Hardware?” she sputtered.
Though I was amused at her amusement, I just arched a brow. “You haven’t seen my cock.”
She did as I’d wanted to moments before—licked her lips. Fuck, I could almost taste her. Sweet and soft, pillowy. Better than any fucking donut I’d ever eaten.
With my eyes trained on her mouth, her smirk didn’t escape my attention, so I let my gaze drift to hers, saw the sparks in them, and muttered, “Are you going to run screaming from the room?”
“Someone did?”
“A country clubber who wanted a bit of rough on a weekend one night last year.” I hated fucking non-regulars, but she’d been persistent, and the demon was hungry… so I’d relented and had regretted it.
“I think I need to see this monster cock for myself. I mean, I’ve heard the rumors, and I’ve seen peeks.”
Inwardly, I winced, because women just couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Maybe some pricks would think their egos were being stroked, but I liked my privacy. That was why I didn’t share.
That Cammie had talked about me, about what I’d done to her, made me want to scream.
If I hadn’t been sure that my attentions would be on this little spitfire for a good long while, I’d make a point of snubbing Cammie as punishment for sharing shit she had no right to discuss. As it was, I meant it. If I was fucking Giulia, then I was done with Cammie anyway.
“Whatever you heard, it’s BS,” I told her, aware my tone was like gravel.
“That pisses you off, doesn’t it?” she mused, her head tipping to the side as she studied me.
“What? That bitches are talking about my cock?”
“Yeah.” She hummed. “I think I like that.”
I just grunted, then grabbed her hips in my hands and hauled her around so I could return to the bed.
When I crouched down so she could lay flat on the mattress, I moved to a standing position and let my hands drift to my belt.
A moan made itself known to me—one that wasn’t coming from Giulia.
I frowned, then remembered what I’d heard as I’d headed into the bunkhouse. My eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck are they fucking? No one is supposed to sleep with the Prospects.”
She knew what I was talking about. “Have you seen my brothers?”
“Unfortunately.” I grunted, then I smirked at her. “That must be fun. Sharing with your family...”
“I’m used to it. Used to drive Mom insane, all the girls they’d bring back. Sometimes together, sometimes apart.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me that they share?”
“All the time.” Another shrug. “I’m used to it. I’m so far past thinking it’s perverted that I’m on the other side of the fence.”
“You should know that worse shit goes down in the clubhouse.”
“Trust me, I’ve seen it. Seen too much of your cock, as it happens, but I never noticed any hardware.”
“Because I was always covered in a rubber. It masks it.”
She raised up on an elbow, and I saw the light of curiosity in her eyes as she murmured, “Show me.”
Another moan whistled through from the other bedroom, and I frowned. “You screamed.”
“When?”
“When you were in the shower.”
“Yeah. You stunned me,” she retorted, but she sounded like she wanted to laugh.
“Why didn’t they come and see if you were okay?”
Her cheeks burned. “I scream a lot.”
My brow puckered. “And they heard you come?”
“What?” She reared back. “No! I didn’t mean that.” She let her arms flop out from under her and covered her face with one of them as she muttered, “I’m not that loud in bed. Not that they know, dammit.”
“Shame,” I told her. “I’d have liked to hear that.”
She squinted as she shifted her arm to glare at me. “I hate spiders, and insects, and?—”
“I get the picture. So they don’t come and save your butt from creepy crawlies?” I smiled at her, genuinely this time.
The idea of this hard-as-nails bitch who’d slam a clubwhore’s face into the granite countertop without a second’s thought, screaming at a spider in the shower stall just made me want to laugh.
For real.
She huffed. “No. The bastards. I had to get used to killing bugs myself when I moved away from home, but I can’t stop the squealing.”
“Let’s see if we can make you squeal now, huh?” I teased, loving her laughter as she snorted out a huff before pealing into a giggle that tore my heart open.
Adoring the sight of her like this, I wanted more of her, more of it. Unbuckling my belt, I felt my heart pound. If she made a single comment about me missing my calling as a porn star, I wasn’t sure I’d stay in the fucking room.
Unfastening the three buttons on the fly, I sucked in a breath as I pulled my dick out, and watched her eyes widen at the sight.
“Is that fully hard?” she whispered, her eyes and mouth rounding as she sat up.
“Semi.” Thinking of her brothers ignoring her screams had made me soften up some.
“Jesus,” she whispered, more under her breath than anything else. When she swallowed, I wasn’t sure if she was going to run off anyway, then she sat up, and she went to eye level with my dick. “The female cervix can only take so much.”
“Trust me, I know,” I groused. “I have more intimate knowledge of cervixes and vaginas than a fucking OB-GYN.” I rolled my eyes when she didn’t even peer up at me to chide me.
“Why did you make it scarier?”
Brow arching, I asked, “Are you saying my dick is scary?”
At that, she finally stopped gaping at my cock and stared up at me. “You know it is. You’re like the Terminator. You have a penis fit for a cyborg.”
But she wasn’t running off.
Thank fuck, because all her attention was getting me hard again.
“Hardly a cyborg. It doesn’t shoot blanks,” I joked, loving her laughter as she chuckled at my joke.
“Glad to hear it,” she purred, sultrily enough to make my cock twitch. The sight had her eyes widening, then she reached out and rubbed her fingers over the various piercings that covered my dick. “Why did you get so many?”
“They’re not for me,” I told her truthfully.
“Huh? Then who are they for?”
I reached down and rubbed the two rings at the frenulum, one at the front and one at the back. “This feels good against your clit at first, then, when I’m inside you, it will rub up against your G-spot.”
I fingered the Jacob’s ladder that ran down the length on the underside. “This will make you come so hard, you’ll cry.”
She gulped. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“Why isn’t it all the way down to the base?”
I had it running from under the rim of my cock to about halfway down. “That’s all I can usually get in.”
“How does?—”
Because I knew what she was thinking, and I hated it, fucking hated it all of sudden when before, I’d wanted to shove her face in the sight of Cammie giving me head, I grabbed her chin, and pinched it between thumb and forefinger. “Don’t. And that’s why I always use condoms too.”
She bit her bottom lip. “I’ve never been with anyone as big as you.”
“Then you’re in for a treat, because the only way I’ll get it in is if I make you feel good.” I jacked off for a second, letting my hand rub along the length until I could feel myself getting a little too turned on thanks to her attention being exactly where I needed it to be, but also where I didn’t, because focus was imperative.
“You gonna spread your legs for me, baby?” I rasped, watching as she hesitated a second before parting them and slowly, carefully, slipping back onto her elbows once more.
She eyed me warily, like she was waiting for me to hurt her, and because that killed something in my soul, I dropped to my knees and took away any threat I might inadvertently be transmitting.
The last thing I wanted was her fear, so with my cock in hand, and still on my knees, I approached the bed and said, “You being so far away ain’t gonna do either of us much good, is it?”
The heat in her eyes burned me.
I loved seeing that, loved knowing I’d taken her concerns away, and when she shimmied toward me, her tits jiggling with the move, I eyed her pussy and saw her slickness, thanks to the fact she was trimmed. Not bare like I usually preferred it, but a little hair on her didn’t put me off.
I made her work for it though, didn’t stop studying her pussy until she was close enough for me to touch her without moving an inch. And she knew. Knew that I wasn’t going to do dick until she came to me.
The second she felt my breath on her cunt, she released a shaky moan, and finally, I gave her eye contact.
She whispered, “Please?”
And, inadvertently, she asked for something she didn’t mean. Had never intended on asking.
I dipped my chin, and with the point of my tongue, I let it drift down her folds, poking and prodding here and there, making her jerk, her ass tighten and relax, until I moved to her clit once again and began to flick over the surface of it, until her body was jerking too, the muscles twitching as I gave her what she didn’t know she needed.
A man with a cock like mine got good at giving head. Even if I didn’t bestow my talents on the sweetbutts, it wasn’t something you forgot.
Within minutes, she was squirming on the bed, getting riled up, and had me smirking until I opened my lips around her clit and sucked hard.
She shrieked, her hands coming to hold my head, gripping my hair until the roots stung. Her legs clamped down around me, and she cried out as I carried on.
Sucking hard and fast, fluttering my tongue here and there, before I let go and thrust a finger into her.
My mouth was wet, my chin, jaw, and face too, thanks to the juices that were already flowing from her, and as I fucked her with that finger, I saw her glassy eyes and knew she wasn’t expecting anything I was giving her.
With a moan, she stared at me, desperate already.
Fuck, she was new to this, maybe not brand new, but her lovers in the past definitely hadn’t been high achievers in the orgasm department. I couldn’t wait to teach her every fucking move I had in my repertoire.
With a grunt, I slipped another finger in, and another, until she was full with all four. In between, I rewarded her clit with a simple kiss, but mostly, I focused on scissoring my fingers, getting her used to being full.
When she took all four, I gathered spit in my mouth and let it drop over her clit. As she shuddered, I rubbed it with my other hand, then curved my fingers up and raked down the front of her pussy. I began to suck on her clit as I moved my fingers, and only when she was sobbing, begging me to let her come, did I suck down as hard as I had at the beginning.
When she cried out, screaming and moaning and sobbing, I felt triumph roar through me. I watched as she twitched on the bed as she came down from the peak, and though I wanted to growl, I answered her when she whispered, “I thought you didn’t give head.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re too good,” she whispered, rocking her head back and forth, side to side.
It pricked my ego, even if it was a compliment, that she could think of other bitches at a time like this.
Ordinarily, I figured I’d be glad. It meant she knew this was just a lay, but this wasn’t just anything.
I didn’t know what it fucking was, but ‘nothing’ wasn’t it.
“I had a misspent youth,” was all I told her about myself. “And if you’re asking about Cammie, then I let another sweetbutt go down on her.”
She swallowed at that, not in revulsion or pleasure, just like she was taken aback by my words.
Maybe she hadn’t expected that answer, maybe I’d never fucking know...
In fact, I didn’t want to know, so I bowed my head and punished her for asking something she shouldn’t have asked at all.
Sucking down on her tender, hypersensitive clit, I didn’t stop until she was sobbing, her body twisting around as she tried to escape and evade what we both knew she needed.
All the while, I kept my fingers inside her, spreading her apart because, fuck, she was tight. Even if I thought about doing this to punish her for thinking shit she shouldn’t be thinking about, I’d need to do it because she was too small for me until I got her too fucked in the head to care, and she could take me easily because she needed to be filled.
I’d admit to being out of practice on the old tongue-fucking score, but what could I say? It was like riding a bike.
I made sure to touch her G-spot and thanked God for having long, slender fingers so I could tease her constantly. When I took her up to the peak twice more, and she was shaking like a leaf as she came, I pressed my wet mouth to her inner thigh and bit down on that fleshy piece of skin.
She jolted, but didn’t do more than whimper, and that was my test. The one I’d learned long ago was the marker for if a bitch was ready.
So, when I knew she was, it made no sense that I went to the other thigh, bit her there too, then sucked down hard so she would wear my fucking mark for days to come. I sucked as hard as I had on her clit, raking down against the tissue until it was blushing blood-red. When she was anointed on both sides, I let my gaze drift to her, and smirked as I began to straighten up.
Grabbing my wallet from my jeans, I pulled out a condom as I eyed her.
She was splayed on the bed, her arms and legs wide open, her eyes closed, her mouth parted as she breathed heavily through her lips like she was panting.
Her pussy was bright pink, and under her ass, she had a wet spot from all the juices that ran from her core to grace the sheets.
As I pulled on the condom, for the first time in my life, I resented covering my cock. Why? Fuck if I knew. I just did. That tight cunt was going to be like a glove, and I wanted to feel every inch of her, every slick, delicious inch against every inch of me. She was going to feel like heaven and hell, and I couldn’t wait to allow myself to fall into the temptation of her.
When I crawled onto the bed, my weight making the mattress shift, her eyes flared wide.
“I’ve never,” she groaned, “never, ever, ever?—”
My lips curved, but I didn’t tell her I knew that already.
I wasn’t sure if she’d never come, or if that was the first time someone had tongue fucked her into a stupor, but either way, it was a damn shame, and her ex-lovers needed a bullet to the brain for letting her down in the sack.
Although, maybe not, because if she was this dazed over what I’d done to her, maybe when I fucked her, she’d never think about fucking off to New York. She’d stay here, close to hand and— And what?
My jaw clenched, my smile fading at the thought of her leaving for New York, because that had been no idle threat.
The prospect had irritated me before, but now she was here, her juices on my tongue, her taste in my mouth, and her cunt wet for my cock, there was no way in fuck I wanted to think about her being anywhere but under me.
Maybe she saw the shift in my mood, maybe she thought something was different… That was because it was.
When I moved over her, my mind had twisted things. I’d never hurt her, and I figured she knew that, because she didn’t run.
Giulia studied me, watching me warily like she knew I was a predator that was eying up its prey but she wasn’t scared, and that made all the difference.
When her tits jiggled with her heavy breathing, I resented the fabric between us. Resented that anything parted us, and I reared up as quickly as I’d covered her and tore my Henley off and over my head.
The second she saw my chest, she reached up and let her fingers spread over my pecs. When the tips fiddled with the piercings in my nipples, she cocked a brow as she tugged at them, then questioned, “Why do you like to be so full of metal?”
“Don’t worry, my bones are mostly calcium.”
Well, except for the titanium plate in my skull. Courtesy of a bar brawl when I was nineteen.
But I didn’t think she needed to know that.
I shrugged at her question. “Why not?”
Her lips twitched, and when I looked at her, all creamy and golden atop the worn sheets, I had to admit that I liked how bare she was. Her ears weren’t even pierced for Christ’s sake, and no part of her was inked.
I could no more stop myself from savoring her juices on my tongue than I could stop myself from dipping down and slipping the crest of her nipple between my lips and tugging on it.
As I bit down on that delicate tip, I mumbled, “It’s only a little prick.”
“Said no one to you ever.”
Despite myself, I had to laugh, and then, I realized that was like the second or third time she’d made me do that today.
Fuck, was there something in the water?
She beamed at me, almost like a soccer mom whose brat had just scored at a meet, and then the fingers of one hand ran over my head, sliding through my hair, and when I wanted to close my eyes and savor the intimate touch, she both spoiled it and turned me on by grabbing a hold of said hair and tugging it.
Bringing me down so that we were on the same level again, her mouth and mine hovering closely, she grated out, “You going to stop teasing me, Mr. Terminator?”
I felt the demon inside me react to her tone, flaring wide and blazing brightly at her demand, and I let him rip.
I grabbed her thighs and hauled her up, so her pelvis was arched and not flat to the mattress.
Blindly, I grabbed for one of the pillows at the head of the bed, and in a minute flat, I had her slightly rearranged so her hips were higher, her ass was tilted forward, and her legs were spread wide as could be.
My mouth watered again at the sight of her juicy cunt, but I grabbed my sheathed dick, and pressed it to her heat.
The wet flesh looked so clean against the dirty lines of my cock. Not that it was dirty. But the sight of so many studs, so much metal, it was the opposite of the pristineness of her pussy.
I just knew that, even if she wasn’t a virgin, she wasn’t far off.
She’d let fuckers into this cunt, but they weren’t me.
I was about to show her what it really meant to fuck a man.
As I rocked my hips, letting my cock slide through her juices, allowing the bumps of the piercings to notch against her, to rub and rock against her tender folds, I watched as her mouth began to work, as she started to swallow, and her fingers dug deep into the sheets, clawing at them because she couldn’t claw at me.
When she began to twitch, I watched her stomach muscles ripple.
“You’re going to take as much of this as you can, aren’t you, baby girl?”
“Y-Yes,” she concurred with a moan.
I held my shaft at the base before I slipped the tip against her entrance. As I pushed inside, I waited for her to adjust. A flash of discomfort crossed over her brow, and I let her take a second to catch her breath.
Reaching over with my other hand, I began to rub her clit, and within seconds, she was rocking up, her legs widening as she sought my touch. Pushing inside her, a few more inches at most, I watched her face for discomfort.
The second she began to feel the ladder against her tissues, however, her tits began to shake like Jell-O in an earthquake, and I could feel her arousal start to surge, which, in turn, made me want to blow my wad like a young guy who got his hands on a Playboy magazine for the first time.
Gritting my teeth, I carried on rubbing her clit, slowly but surely pushing in. The ladder was my measuring system too. It was usually what women could take without hurting them. Especially at first.
The second I was in to that final notch three-quarters down my dick, I stopped rubbing her clit, and leaned over her, pressing my hands to either side of her shoulders.
Hovering above her, I rubbed my pubic bone against her clit, rocking back and forth to make sure she had pressure there. Her eyelids fluttered as she dealt with the thickness, the change of pressure, as well as all the different textures inside her.
I went the extra fucking mile. My condoms weren’t ‘ribbed’ for her pleasure. My whole fucking dick was.
As I began to arch my hips, I slowly rocked back and forth. I wanted to ease her into this, because there was no way in fuck this was one and done. If it was, then I’d fuck her hard and fast, and wouldn’t give a shit about her pleasure. I’d be out that door so fucking fast, the condom would still be on my dick before I tossed it into the trash on the way out of the bunkhouse.
But I wanted this again.
And again.
Too many ‘agains’ for my sanity, honestly.
So I was careful, and I wasn’t known for being careful. Well, not this careful, at any rate.
Releasing a shaky breath, I shoved all my weight onto my arms and focused on not coming, on not thrusting into her so hard, too hard. Sweat beaded on my brow, and down my spine, I could feel it prickling into being.
My lungs began to ache like I’d been running, and my heart was pounding with the excess adrenaline bounding around my system. The trouble was, the monster wanted to thrust and fuck. But I was keeping him in hand. Miraculously enough.
Then, she fucked everything up.
Her hands came to my waist, they slipped around, and she dug her nails into the bottom of my back where my rear abdominals were.
The second I felt that slight prick, I felt the blood rush to my head. Jesus, it happened so fast that I should have lost my erection, but instead, I lost all reason.
I moved.
Fast.
I thrust.
Hard.
And I fucked her.
Furiously.
I pounded into her, but all the while, I kept enough fucking sanity to stay half out of her. She clung to me though. Instead of pushing away, instead of screaming at me to get off her, she grabbed me with her arms and legs, not content until I was on top of her, no space separating us, nothing keeping us apart as I took us to another level.
She clenched down around me with no touching, with no teasing. She screamed in my ear, her sweat and heat and scent surrounding me as I burst into a fiery blast that decimated me to my core.
I felt the backs of my eyes turn black, and my lungs no longer just burned, they fucking stung with pain as I allowed the sheer pleasure to whirl through my system, cleansing me even as it renewed me, even as it brought parts of me back to life. Parts that had been dead for a long time.
In the heat of her passion, I found that those parts of me were reawakening.
Only time would tell if that was a good or a bad thing.
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