Chapter 9 #4
The saucy woman thought it was a good idea to roll her hips against him. She pressed herself over him more to tease him as he was trying to decide on whether he was going to enter her with a gentle slowness or not.
That made his choice for him. With a devilish grin, Alister pulled her hips back as he thrust forward relentlessly, plunging into her core in one swift move.
A gasp shunted out of her when she must have felt a bite of pain.
He just ground his cock deeper into her while both his eyes rolled back into his skull. His nose crinkled in bliss and his molars clenched at the snug fit that greeted him.
Hot. Wet. So fucking tight!
He could feel her pussy rippling around him, and he let out such a deep expire his body sagged afterwards. She was squeezing him, putting so much pressure around his shaft that it made him throb harder.
Pulling back halfway, he felt her body trying to come with him, so he pushed her arse forward to stop her.
“Stay the hell where you are.” He wouldn’t let her take an ounce of control from him.
“W-wait,” she stuttered. “You’re too big. Just give me a moment.”
Well, isn’t that the compliment of the century?
He figured she hadn’t thought he’d have as much girth – or length – as he did. She’d been teasing a man she thought might’ve had a smaller cock.
Not a single part of his body was diminutive.
Alister quietly chuckled as he leaned over, bringing his lips below her ear. “Perhaps you should have been nicer to me.”
He thrust forward, hard.
She let out a gasp, and he could see that her mouth had fallen open while her eyes widened.
He’d fit in plenty of women and knew eventually she would adjust to him. He wasn’t willing to wait, though. Not when her tight cunt was calling for him to thrust like a madman.
He immediately pulled his hips back and plunged in again, grunting when he hit the end of her. Then he ground deep, and her pussy enveloped nearly the entire length of his cock.
He gave another low grunt as he did it again, and she let loose a small moan this time. The noise she made had his balls aching, as if a tremor had rolled through them.
Now that he was done adjusting to the mind-scrambling way she felt around him, Alister pistoned his hips with speed. He leaned back to stand straight, his legs spread wide around her closed ones, and pulled his tunic up so he could watch himself plunge inside her.
Pink folds moved back and forth as he pulled himself away, then slammed in hard. It was always hard; his thrusts were never soft, his hips never kind.
Punishment was being delivered, and the rapture of it already made his legs shake like they wanted to go weak in ecstasy. His grin was devilish as he watched himself take her pussy.
She must have finally started to feel good because she was now letting out constant little cries. After focusing on them for a moment, he gave a groan, her noises driving him further towards whatever was starting to build inside him.
He thought she’d be quieter, thought she might try to hide her reactions from him – or at least from those outside his door.
The way he could hear her arousal every time he moved his dick made him want to fuck her harder. The way she bucked her hips backwards, like she wanted him to go faster or harder, made him give her both.
The way she felt? Alister didn’t even realise he was lost until her body gripped him for the first time, and it centred him. Not to the outside world, or to his own mind, but to her, to what was happening between them.
A heavy breath left him every time she clenched down. The more frequent it became, the more he was desperate to get her to come around him so he could feel her squeeze him in a vise-like grip.
Every stroke seemed to make him crazed as he drove into this woman, and he let go of everything so he could grab her hips in both hands. He needed to hold onto her, as every stroke felt like blissful heaven, threatening to wash him away in waves of pleasure.
“Ahh fuck, lass.” The words slipped from him by accident, out of his control.
His head fell forward like he didn’t have the strength to hold it up any longer. His legs quaked at the pleasure that racked through him. The more he thrust, the more she spasmed around him, and it started to make his balls ache for release.
I think I’m losing it. He had to be. It was just a pussy; it shouldn’t make him feel like he was about to drown.
It shouldn’t make him groan and pulsate deep inside her warmth when he found himself staring down the barrel of her pistol, now pointed at his own face.
He’d let it go to hold her. She must have realised and taken the chance when she saw one.
Alister let go of one side of her hips and grabbed her hair in a tight fist. He yanked her up, pulling her so she was standing and flush against him.
It also meant that cold pistol was just under the corner of his jaw, and she was in a better position to point it at him.
He placed his lips against the side of her neck, right below her ear, giving her a rough kiss and then a bite. “You can blow my brains out after I blow my load.”
He didn’t care, not when it felt this fucking good. Perhaps it was because he’d been horny for this bitch for weeks, but he didn’t give a damn if she killed him, not if his last moments were this.
“Oh! Oh!”
He felt her hand shaking unsteadily, her soft moans turning into loud cries because he’d changed the angle of her hips and resumed thrusting.
He looked over her shoulder to find her dazed gaze focused on the ceiling. Her mouth was wide open as she released noise after noise. Then her eyelids squeezed shut, her brows pinching tightly together.
Alister knew she was as lost as he was.
Rosetta dropped her arm that held the gun aloft when her breaths started to come in haunting shudders. She couldn’t seem to catch them anymore, couldn’t focus enough to breathe.
Everything was slipping from her senses.
Her lungs seized rather than expanding for precious breath. Her eyes watered, little droplets collecting on her lashes. Her nose and cheeks became tingly, as though her sinuses were on the fritz. Her throat rasped as she moaned louder and louder, vocal cords straining.
She was too focused on his unbearably thick, hard cock spearing her pussy, making her see stars every time it rolled over her G-spot. She tried to buck her hips into him with every one of his thrusts, so it would be deeper, harder, more violent.
The way he was gripping her hair tugged on every strand and forced her body into a deep bow. It felt like he was ripping her hair out. It was painful, pulled on her scalp, and she wanted more.
Placing her hands flat against the table to hold herself up, she barely noticed when he slapped the pistol from the table, the weapon hitting the floor and sliding away. Gone, out of reach, and immediately forgotten.
Not a moment later, that same hand was inside her tunic and grasping her breast, the weight of it bouncing in his palm. He slipped her hardened nipple between his fingers, rolling it as he squeezed the rest of her in his large, calloused hand.
The scream that fell from her was a wave, powerful with the force of her orgasm washing over her. It tore through her, hitting so strongly, her legs buckled beneath her. It took her over so completely he was forced to help her stay upwards.
Everything was released. Every bit of tension in every muscle went lax so that the power of her body could focus on squeezing his wonderful cock, swelling in sweet, sweet rapture.
“Hah...” he huffed against her throat. “Aye. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t think she could stop coming. Not with the speed at which he continued to slam into her.
He was mangling her poor breast, bruising it, and she wanted him to, the pressure perfect. She wanted it purple with reminders of his fingertips.
She knew she was looking up at the ceiling, but her vision was so hazy and dark she thought she’d gone blind. How badly had she needed this?
Take it, she begged, gritting her teeth. Please, just give it to me.
Those feral, guttural sounds he was making added to everything – the warmth of his body against her own, the press of firm, large muscles cushioning her. Feels so fucking good.
It was too much. She needed him to stop, yet she was desperate for this to never end so she could feel it forever. It was torture, and it was perfect.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, a plea forming in her clogged throat, he pulled from her with a quivering groan.
Warm liquid spread across the inner skin of her closed thighs as he pressed his cock between them.
When he pushed through, she felt the length of his hard cock pulsating heavily between her thighs and against her folds.
Delicious groans sounded as bursts of his semen spurted onto the table in front of her.
Every time he rubbed her clit, her body twitched, everything sensitive. His breaths rolled around her throat like he wanted to encircle it as he came, and she gave little mewls in answer.
There was a momentary pause as they both tried to crash back to reality in this weird embrace. Two strangers who should hate each other had instead just shared undeniable pleasure.
When he finally released her, he slumped back into the chair, falling away from her like he couldn’t stand any longer.
Rosetta bowed forward, desperately attempting to hold up her body that was trying to go limp. Her arms shook against the table, her legs quaking beneath her as natural tension tried to fight against deep-seated satisfaction.
She turned around to face him, resting her backside against the table so she didn’t fall. She didn’t want him to know just how much she’d enjoyed this.
The ache in her core almost made her wince.
The first thing her gaze found was the thing that had caused her current pathetic state.
Jutting up from between his hips like a tower of hardened steel, his cock was still fully engorged. It was coated in clear wetness from her all the way to the base, but the tip was covered in milky white.
That wasn’t what made her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, though. No, they widened because she saw the size of the thing that had just made her scream with abandon. It was long and almost as thick as her wrist.
No wonder she’d struggled to adjust, ignoring the fact that she hadn’t had anyone inside her in months.
Her gaze perused up the heaving torso of the towering man before her, his tunic dishevelled and revealing more of the curling black hair on his chest, before finding his face.
She expected him to look smug behind that eye patch.
What she saw instead was a man heavy-lidded with deep satisfaction. His amber eye caught the daylight and seemed to glow in comparison to its usual darkness, while other parts of him remained in the shadows.
“Pull your pants up before I shove this back into you,” he demanded, his gaze never leaving her hips and the mess between them as he palmed his hard shaft. “Unless you want to ride me.”
He didn’t grin, but she could hear the excitement at the idea in his tone. He wanted her to climb on top of him and ride his cock, and she was so very tempted.
Only when she fastened the front ties of her leggings did his gaze finally look up to her face.
He cocked a brow at her, a grin forming across his features. There’s that smug face – I’ve been expecting it. Rosetta mirrored his expression.
She knew he’d enjoyed this and would want more, just as she already did. She could use that to her advantage, although that wasn’t why she’d done it.
She had just wanted to satisfy the fantasy she’d had for so long, to take him and soothe the burning need that had been building in her since she’d first started sleeping in his room. Surrounded by his scent. Surrounded by his things.
Rosetta had used him for her own selfish need.
“I’m still marooning you on that island, lass.”
Her smile grew, and she moved forward – careful not to knee his still-exposed monster – to straddle his lap. With a light touch, she caressed the sides of his neck before sliding her hands to his nape.
“And I still don’t care.” The breathless groan he gave was wonderful as she pressed her lips to his jugular. She felt that rod of his tap against her thigh like it’d pulsated. “I won’t surrender my crew.”
Then she pulled back and tucked her tunic into her tights to right herself.
He rolled his eyes in a dull expression. “So be it.”
He tucked his cock away, not caring to fully do up the buttons of his breeches. Then he grabbed her hips and lifted her off him as he stood.
She had to stop herself from giggling as he scooped her up with impressive ease and carried her out of the room, tucked under his arm, but she did kick her legs in excitement. He threw her through the doorway and into bright sunlight.
“Aye, lads. Looks like she’s chosen to be difficult.”