Chapter 36 #2
“If you scream too loud, someone will call the police,” he warns as he walks me backward toward the bed.
“I won’t scream.”
He looks down at me, a challenge in his eyes that makes me curl my fingernails into his arms deeper.
“I’ll try not to scream,” I amend, my fear and anticipation both doubling.
“You wet?” he growls as he lays me back, but he stands tall, nudging my leg with his knee to see for himself.
I spread wide, bending my knees until my feet are nearly touching my ass before I let them fall open.
“Mmm,” he groans, his hand reaching down to stroke his length. “Seems impossible to fit all this in such a tiny hole.”
With his free hand, he circles my clit before dipping his finger down to tease my entrance.
I don’t reach for his hand this time, don’t insist not inside, like I did in the past.
“Hollis,” I say, his name a plea, but I have no idea what it references.
Please, stop.
Please, take me.
Please, love me.
Please, never leave me.
His eyes find mine, the look in them answering every single question I could ever ask.
“Anything for you, Mads.”
He pierces me without warning, the pain so immense that I can’t even manage the sound he was afraid of.
It takes my breath away. My heart skips several beats. Once I can breathe again, I attempt to scramble away, the instinct to end it the most natural thing ever.
He holds me in place, his thumb making pointless circles on my clit. There’s nothing that can make this better. I’m torn, ripped, coming apart at the literal seams.
“Shhh,” he says, the sound so unfamiliar coming from him that it makes me lock my eyes on his.
He swallows, his cock seeming to grow even more inside of me.
“Hollis, I can’t.”
“You were warned, Mads. I won’t fucking stop. Tell me what you need to endure it.”
Endure it.
This thing that’s happening to me. This thing I wanted. This thing I taunted and teased until he gave me.
“Your mouth,” I say, my cheek twitching, my legs shaking in that way it does when I need something I can’t find the words for.
“Literally anything else, Mads,” he says, the words escaping past his clenched teeth. “Can’t fuck you and eat your pussy at the same time.”
I huff a laugh. “Your mouth on mine.”
He looks relieved, like if I insisted, he’d try his damnedest to give me what he thought I was asking for.
He leans forward, the action somehow shoving him deeper, to the point I’m unable to kiss him once his mouth is in reach.
I whimper when he pulls his hips back, the bulbous head of his cock striking at something deep inside of me.
“Yeah?” he asks, his lips turning up into a smile at the noise I make.
He bites at my lips as he inches forward, only to pull back just as fast.
“That’s—”
“Tolerable?” he asks, sounding slightly annoyed, as if he’s second-guessing himself.
“Better,” I clarify, finding truth in my words.
The initial pain has ebbed away, although I imagine we could do this a million times and the fullness will always remain.
We attempt kissing, but our panting mouths just can’t get coordinated enough to accomplish it. He growls when I twinge, making me bite his lip, but his hips jerk forward again, telling me he liked it.
I can’t fight him. I won’t. Just like I’ll never tell him no. He’ll stop. I know it in my soul the man would quit if he thought it’s what I really wanted.
“Harder,” I tell him instead, pushing against his chest.
He pulls back, but only enough to lift my body as he curls his legs under him and sits back. The angle is awkward, the heft of him so large inside of me.
“Fuck me,” he groans, his eyes locked between my legs as he pulls himself out of me to the tip.
Blood coats his length, proof of what he took, but the sight of it turns him on rather than disgusting him.
“I want to come,” I moan. “But you’re just too big.”
That same sinister smile he gave me the first time I obeyed him and paid for my food by getting naked spreads across his face. My complaint is a compliment to him. It turns him on to know his cock is so big it hurt me.
“You’re a fucking animal,” I snap as I slap out at his stomach.
He grips my hand, forcing me to sit up as he pulls it to his mouth, biting my palm.
My jaw unhinges. How can I feel teeth on my hand in the depths of me?
“Hollis,” I groan, rolling my hips, the pain nearly gone, but being too full to really enjoy it. “I’m too tight.”
He shakes his head, his smile wide. “I’ll just have to fuck you loose.”
I groan. “That’s not how vaginas work.”
He snaps his hips forward. “Don’t use the word vagina.”
I huff a laugh. “Too formal? God, why are we talking right now?”
“I was wondering the same fucking thing.”
He curls over me, my body barely touching the bed with the way his arms are holding me to his chest.
He’s as deep as he can possibly go. I’m as full as I ever could be. I clench, testing the feel of him inside me. There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s bearable.
“Jesus.” He huffs, gripping me tighter when I squeeze again.
Without warning, the man releases me, pulling from my body so fast I gasp.
Like one of the porn stars on the movies Marcello wouldn’t bother turning off when I entered a room, Hollis strokes his cock once, painting my tits and chin with cum.
I stare up at him, unbelieving that he’d actually do that. I was fully prepared to take Plan B tomorrow because there are a lot of conversations we need to have before we complicate things with a child.
“Sorry,” he says, not looking at all repentant as he scrapes cum from my chin and presses it inside my mouth.
His eyelids grow a little heavier as I wrap my lips around it and suck.
“Hold that thought,” he says, but when he shifts his weight, he doesn’t back away completely. Without warning, he drops to his elbows and covers my entire pussy with his mouth.
The ache of being filled by him never fully dissipates, and as he brings me to orgasm, it somehow plays a role in the pleasure I feel.
I’m too fucked out to focus on it long, as Hollis kisses his way up my body, unconcerned about his cum marking my skin or the mess between us as he pulls me against his chest.