54. Enslee #2
In that moment, he slammed his mouth back over mine while raising my other leg up.
As soon as he had me pinned between the glass, he thrust into me so hard it nearly caused stars to burst in my vision.
Just like before, he didn't allow me to adjust to him at all as he pulled out and slammed back into me, then started to fuck me so hard.
As he did, he wrapped one of his hands around my throat, tightening around it while the other took turns pinching my nipples and slapping the side of my breast. And when he wasn't slapping them, he was slapping the side of my thigh.
Pain radiated everywhere, especially when he began to bite at my tongue and lips until I tasted the coppery drops of blood.
I was about to come again, and as if he knew it, he started to drive into me even harder and faster until I could do nothing but cling to his strong arms. He never let up on his onslaught.
His brutal possession continued until I was unable to breathe.
This orgasm was stealing my breath as well as my sanity.
It was stealing everything within me. As I came, I heard him groan against me before he pulled out and tore his mouth from mine.
“Fuck, what I wouldn't give to come inside you right now.”
He dropped my legs back down to the floor, but before I could protest my disappointment, he spun me around and wedged my thighs apart.
Once he did, he ran his fingers back through my slit, collecting my cum before bringing it back to my ass.
He thrust those same four fingers inside me and fucked me with them.
I was now crying out broken thoughts and words… his name… and pretty much anything that came to mind as he prepared me. I felt the sharp sting of his teeth on my shoulder and the back of my neck as he pushed my hair to one side so he could attack my flesh.
He was going to make me come with nothing more than that simple penetration. My body was still on edge from the last orgasm, and as if he knew I was close to reaching my breaking point again, he pulled his fingers out of me. Before I could ask him why, his cock slammed back into my pussy.
Brogan thrust into me a few more times until I was sure I was going to topple over.
And had it not been for the wall of windows in front of us, and his hard body behind me, I very well might have.
He continued to thrust into me while distracting me with his wicked mouth once more.
I felt his lips along my neck, pausing on occasion to bite on my pulse point before trailing kisses and small nibbles up my jaw to my ear.
“Come for me again, Enslee,” he demanded.
“Brogan.”
His name slipped from my mouth and turned into a mewl when he lined his cock up at my ass, then slammed into me.
I cried out, although I should’ve anticipated it.
Brogan’s cock was so long and thick as he buried himself to the hilt.
I’d been prepared for the pain, I thought, but it still caught me off guard.
Soon, the ache dissipated as it was replaced by a pleasure I’d never known.
If someone would’ve told me even a few weeks ago that I’d crave pain during sex considering my past, I would’ve called them insane.
Maybe this was just a cathartic way to overwrite those memories, to erase the horrors of that time.
He pushed me further into the window as he drove into me with long, hard strokes. I could hear his groans, and those raspy sounds were enough to nearly drive me to the edge again. When he brought one of his hands back to my throat, he started to squeeze it so expertly before growling low in my ear.
“Play with your clit, Enslee.”
It didn't miss me that it was the same thing Declan had me do back in Mexico.
Doing as he asked, I brought one hand between my legs even though it was shaking like a leaf.
My body was so sensitive that the simple touch of my fingers on my clit caused me to wince.
Brogan was lost in chasing his own orgasm as he drove into me while tightening the grip around my neck.
It proved to be more than I could handle.
I came again, and this time the orgasm was so explosive that it shattered every piece within me.
How will I ever be able to walk away from you?
That thought was erased the moment I felt the warmth of his cum when he came inside me. “You took my cock in your ass like my good fucking girl.”
A smile tipped my lips even though his praise only reminded me of my past trauma. Refusing to be imprisoned by those memories, I pushed them as far back in my head as I could and stayed in the present.
Fuck the past!
The next few minutes went by rather quickly as he lowered my leg back to the ground, then carried me into his bedroom and deposited me on top of the bed.
Usually, this was when he’d clean me thoroughly before letting me drift off to sleep in his arms. Tonight, he must’ve decided to keep me up longer because he buried his head between my legs again, licking nearly every drop of cum from my wet flesh before he kissed his way back up my body.
When he slammed his mouth over mine, our tongues began to duel, and tasting both of our releases made me even more ravenous.
I was weak and tired, but I wanted to experience everything I could in his arms. Eventually, he did pull away, then stared down at me for several long seconds, only stopping when I trembled, although he thought I was shivering from the cold.
“I’ll get you wrapped up in just a moment,” he said as he got off the bed.
I lay there as he went into the bathroom and returned to administer the aftercare I’d come to expect from these men.
Afterward, he tucked me under the sheets before he lay atop them.
I hated not feeling his warm body against mine, but I could feel parts of him against me, even if not all of him.
As he threw a heavy arm over me, a yawn escaped.
“Go to sleep, Enslee. You need to get some rest because when you awaken, I'm going to fuck you again.” I shivered, causing him to tighten the blanket around me more tightly before I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.