Coraline
Ifeel safe with Gavin. I’ve only been with one other person, and Gavin is making this feel so right. He knows what he wants, and that is so attractive to me.
There’s no judgment. No shame. His kisses are gentle yet domineering. His touch is insatiable, as though he can’t get enough of the way I feel on his skin.
No one has ever made me feel like this. So freeing and confident to indulge in my desires. The scruff of his beard pricks my skin while his lips brush and suck against my neck, making me more feral.
His cock feels like it’s splitting me in half. It’s thrusting against a spot I never knew I had until tonight. Every time he hits it, I can’t help but dig my nails into his back and scream. The pleasure is blinding.
We moved from the mirror to the wall.
He has me against it, his pants still glued to his thighs as he rails me.
The sound of my back hitting the wall joins our grunts and moans.
I’m loving the way he feels inside me so much that I don’t know where to hold on to him.
I’m in his hair, then switch to digging my nails into his muscular back, feeling his scars and shoulder blades.
Then, I switch to his abs, running my palms over him as he relentlessly fucks me.
He lurches forward, holding me up with one arm, as he reaches down to retrieve the tequila bottle I took with me from the living room.
Still thrusting, he takes a swig and smirks.
My body jolts up and down against the wall, keeping my eyes on him, intrigued by a handsome angelic man who fucks full of sin.
He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip for a few seconds before he replaces it with his lips against mine.
The instant he does, my mouth opens, and I taste the liquor.
He spits it into my mouth, yanks my hair from the back like he’s urging me to swallow.
So I do.
“I have to make sure you stay hydrated all night, darlin’, because the things I have planned for you might hurt, but don’t worry, you’ll beg for it.” He breathes into my ear, right before he presses his mouth into my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh, biting me—leaving euphoric sparks.
A fiery shudder vibrates through me as he rips me off the wall and carries me to his bed. In the next second, I’m getting thrown on top of his bedsheets like I’m weightless to him. I watch his dick bob up and down, hard and thick, with our mixed arousal glistening around his veins and tip.
He’s sculpted so beautifully. He pulls off his shirt in one quick swoop over his head and onto the floor with a whoosh.
A gold cross chain remains over his scarred chest. I mirror his actions, doing the same and taking off every piece of clothing that’s left on my body, eager to have him on top of me.
I stop moving when I notice the mood in the room has shifted and slowed. Gripping the bed sheets, I glance at Gavin. His expression turns worried as he pauses for a second, looking down at the floor.
“Gavin, what’s wrong?” I ask, breathless.
His chest rises and falls as he stares at the ground. He exhales, body visibly trembling as he towers over me, straightening his back.
He wears a prosthetic foot that begins at the middle of his left shin and extends down. I swallow, as a flicker of sadness runs through me. Sad because losing a limb is world-shatteringly painful, knowing what he went through to suffer an injury like this.
He waits for me to say something as he walks to my side of the bed.
As soon as he reaches my face, he sits on the edge, cupping my head.
“Is this the injury that made you medically retire from the military? From special operations?” I ask.
“Yes.” He nods, unable to meet my eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. That’s a story for another time. I can still do everything you can.”
“I know you can.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“Stop?” I cut him off. My stomach knots hearing the suggestion.
“Gavin. I want you, now.” I stroke his cock up and down and pull him on top of me with my other hand, and cup the back of his head.
I already miss his lips, and I’m not going anywhere until he finishes what he started.
He secures his palms on either side of my face and settles in between my legs.
I am not a shallow person. I wouldn’t look at him like there’s something wrong with him for sustaining an injury he didn’t ask for.
I know what it feels like to feel like there’s something wrong with you.
And I definitely know it’s not the same, but this doesn’t change the way I feel about Gavin, and he needs to know that.
Thank fuck I don’t have to deal with that with my ex anymore. Because right now, Gavin is kissing and swiping his tongue over me, worshipping and grabbing my ass every chance he gets.
What the hell did I ever see in Liam, anyway? Why did I let him make me feel unworthy, not enough, and believe it?
Gavin is infinity times the man I never thought I could experience. He’s beautiful in every single way.
“Gavin, please. I need you inside me, now.” I moan as he pushes the tip in and out, teasing me. I need all of him right now.
“I’ve been dreaming about what you would taste like.” He runs two fingers up and down my slit before he pushes them in. He takes them out a second later as I arch my back. I look down to find him sucking his fingers. “And I was right. You taste like a dream, baby.”
He licks his way down and flicks my clit with his tongue, eliciting a moan. He pushes inside me, fucking me again ruthlessly as he leans over to his nightstand. I can’t focus anymore. I don’t care what he’s doing; he just can’t stop. I’m so close to finishing.
He’s lifting my arms together, slowing his pace. I feel a rough fabric around my wrists. They’re being bound together by a rope.
“You don’t get to go anywhere else tonight, darlin’. Your job is to be my dirty cocktease, taking it over and over again, until I’ve mesmerized every inch of your divine body.”
He squeezes until the rope is digging into my skin.
“What do you mean?” I ask with knitted brows.
He turns me to my side and then slides inside, slamming his hips against my ass. The force is so hard and unforgiving that the bed frame hits the wall.
Thrust.
“It means, you fall asleep, I’m fucking you awake.”
Thrust.
“It means I want to paint you with my cum.”
Thrust.
“Over.”
Another deep, mind-blowing thrust.
Another scream spilling out of my throat.
“And over.”
Thrust.
“Again.”
His hands wrap around my neck, and he squeezes, taking my breath away.
He does it tactically, careful not to damage my throat, but enough so that he is in control of every breath I take.
I love being controlled in the bedroom, just not out of it, and Gavin seems to understand when to separate the two.
My blood is whooshing in my ears, my breasts bouncing with every hard, fast pump as our skin slaps every time we connect.
Then, he’s untying me. When my hands are free again, I go straight for his hair and pull him with one hand cupping the back of his head until his mouth is on mine.
“Touch yourself, darlin’. Touch yourself and show me what I’ve been missing. Show me how you get off while your eyes are on me,” he encourages as he kneads my breast. He’s choking me hard and roughly, and I’m loving every second.
I obey, circling my clit with my finger. We meet each other’s eyes, and he grins sinfully, darkly handsome.
Everything is chaotic, like he’s taking out his demons on my body, and I want to dance with them. He’s rough, carnal, and greedy, not even letting me take my eyes off him because he’s owning every inch that I am.
Biting my lip, I turn my head for a split second, relishing his movements. His fingers grip the hollows of my cheeks and rotate me back into place so that I’m facing him.
“You look at me when I’m inside you.”
I’m gone.
He hits that one spot inside me, and I’m crying out his name.
“Gavin! Oh, god, Gavin!” I mewl.
“Dammit, baby. The face you make when you come is my favorite sight in the world. Fuck,” Gavin croons, holding me tight to his chest.
I grip his bicep from behind and hold on for dear life as he continues to wreck my body, chasing his finish line.
He’s unrelenting. Brutal yet careful. My pussy clamps down on his thick length, and he roars.
Instead of choking me, he lets go. I catch my breath, and he threads his fingers through my curls and pulls.
I scream and chant his name over and over again while floating away as we reach our climaxes together.
We’re both hot, souls burning, flesh feeling alive, as our tension finally collides and explodes.
I’ve never had rough, passionate sex like that before.
He doesn’t waste a second more reminding me that tonight is about pleasure.
He’s tying me back to his bed frame, as I sag into the soft bedsheets, shutting my eyes, letting sleep overtake me with his cum leaking out of me.
He keeps thrusting, but I’m too drained to stay awake.
Aftershocks of the best night I’ve ever had rattle my body, and I welcome the darkness.