21. Liana #3
His hands were under my thighs, lifting me off the bed like I weighed nothing, and then my back was against the wall and his body was pressed against mine and I could feel him hard and thick between us.
“Look at me.” He waited until my eyes found his in the darkness. “Watch my face while I fuck you.”
He notched himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against my swollen flesh, and I felt the cool drag of metal.
“This is going to be hard and fast.” His jaw was tight with restraint. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy for months. I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
“Good.”
He thrust up into me in one brutal stroke.
My head fell back against the wall, my mouth opening in a silent scream. The stretch of him after so long was almost too much, the fullness bordering on pain, and the metal of his piercing dragged against my inner walls in a way that made sparks explode behind my eyes.
“Fuck.” He held still for a moment, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed against mine. “Forgot how tight you are. How perfect this pussy feels wrapped around my cock.”
His hips pulled back and snapped forward again, and I grabbed his shoulders to anchor myself.
“Not a sound.” His hand clamped over my mouth as he started to move. “Not a single fucking sound or I stop.”
I nodded frantically, my eyes watering, my body trying to adjust to the relentless pounding he was giving me.
He fucked me hard against that wall. Deep, punishing thrusts that jolted my whole body, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that was almost brutal. The hand over my mouth muffled my moans, and his other hand gripped my ass, tilting my hips so he could drive even deeper.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” He groaned the words against my ear. “Needed me to fuck you so hard you couldn’t think. Couldn’t remember why you left. Couldn’t remember anything except my cock splitting you open.”
My nails raked down his back and he hissed, his pace faltering for just a second before he recovered and fucked me even harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and rhythmic, and I bit down on his palm to keep from screaming.
“Gonna come again for me.” He shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. “Gonna come all over my cock like a good little slut.”
The word should have offended me. Instead it sent a bolt of heat straight to my core, and I clenched around him so hard he groaned.
“That’s it.” His teeth sank into my neck, biting hard enough to mark. “Squeeze my cock. Show me how much you love getting fucked like this.”
He pulled back and slammed into me again, his hand leaving my mouth to brace against the wall, and I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the sounds I couldn’t contain anymore.
“I’m close.” The words came out broken against his skin. “Dom, I’m so close.”
“I know you are. Can feel it.” He reached between us and found my clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles. “Can feel this pussy getting ready to come. Getting tighter. Fucking drenching my cock.”
He pinched my clit hard and I shattered.
The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me so hard I couldn’t breathe. My whole body went rigid, my walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses, my mouth open in a silent scream against his shoulder.
“Fuck, Liana, I can’t-” His hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking. “Gonna fill this pussy up. Gonna come so deep inside you.”
He buried himself to the hilt and held there, his whole body shuddering, and I felt the hot pulse of him spilling inside me. His teeth sank into my shoulder as he came, muffling his groan, his hips jerking with each spurt.
We stayed there for a long moment, pinned against the wall, both of us breathing hard. His face was pressed into my neck and his arms were trembling with the effort of holding me up and I could feel our combined wetness dripping down my thighs.
Then he lifted his head and looked at me, and his eyes were wrecked in a way I had never seen before.
He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. His come leaked out of me and he watched it with dark satisfaction, his thumb catching some of it and pushing it back inside.
“Keep it.” His voice was rough. “Keep all of it.”
He shifted his grip under my thighs and carried me back toward the bed, his body still pressed against mine, my legs still wrapped around his waist. He laid me down on the mattress and climbed over me, his weight settling between my thighs, his chest pressed to my breasts.
“I meant what I said.” He brushed the hair back from my face. “I love you.”
Before I could respond, his mouth found mine in a kiss that was softer than anything that had come before.
He rolled us onto our sides without breaking the kiss, his arms pulling me tight against him, and then he let himself fall back onto the pillows, taking me with him.
We landed in a tangle of limbs and sweat-damp sheets, my head on his chest, his hand stroking down my spine, and his mouth still pressed to mine like he couldn’t bear to let me go.