Five #3
His lips stay on mine as he draws back, breath hot and ragged. “You’re really selling the innocent act, baby. Scream, cry, make it hotter for us.”
And with that, he slams into me again. The pain and pressure twisting through my body bring tears to the corners of my eyes, but he’s lost in his own world. He drives himself deep and fast, thrusting with a relentless rhythm, biting whatever’s in front of him—my shoulders, my arms, my breasts.
Low, guttural growls rumble from his chest with each stroke, and to my surprise, they turn me on all over again. The pain begins to blur into pleasure. Before I know it, I’m clawing at his arms, my nails leaving marks on his hard muscles.
In between thrusts, his hand finds my clit and starts rubbing, turning the pain into pleasure. When he moves his hand to knead my breasts, I reach down myself, rubbing my clit to chase even more ecstasy.
He shifts his weight from his left arm to his right, grabbing my hip and lifting it to thrust deeper.
The new angle sends a sharp jolt of pain through me, and my cries grow louder.
It only seems to please him, his breaths become short and ragged, and with a smug grin, he slams his hips into me even harder.
I slide my hand around his waist and press myself against him. The heat radiating from his body sparks something deep in my core, bringing the pleasure rushing back. This time, he slips one hand under my waist, pulling me fully into his embrace.
I hook my leg over his hip as he pants into my ear, “Look at me.”
I lift my head from the crook of his neck and meet his blazing eyes.
“Come,” he commands, his voice thick with intensity.
The moment those words hit my ears, my pussy tightens around his cock on instinct. The slap of skin against skin blends with the muffled pulse of rock music leaking in from outside. His scent is thick in the air, clouding my brain.
I feel the pressure of his finger teasing my ass, and then his rough voice again. “Come for me.”
That tension coiling deep inside me winds tighter and tighter. My head falls back against the sheets, mouth open in a silent scream, fingers and toes curling inward.
One hard thrust. “Fuck, I love this pussy,” he growls.
And then I break apart. My orgasm shatters me—screams tear from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. Maxim’s fingers dig into my flesh, almost painfully, as he lets out a primal roar, slamming into me one last time before burying his face in the crook of my neck.
Our bodies tremble for long, drawn-out moments, still tangled together, as pleasure fades into waves of burn and soreness where he’s still buried inside me. He groans deeply, pulls out, and I shiver from the sudden emptiness. He nips my earlobe gently before slapping my ass, hard enough to sting.
“I’ve got a call to make. Get in the shower, I’ll come find you.”
He rolls off the bed, strips off the heavy condom, ties it, and tosses it into the trash without a second glance.
“Looks like you’re starting your period,” he mutters casually.
Then he lights a cigarette from the minibar. As he dials a number on his phone, he snaps, “Why are you just sitting there? Move.”
His behavior is all over the place, hot one second, ice-cold the next. But the dangerous energy radiating from him leaves no room for doubt, you do what he says.
I start to reach for my clothes, but his voice cuts through the room again. “You don’t need clothes yet. Leave them.”
I do as he says and head into the bathroom. It’s a spacious room, lined with creamy white marble. I pause in front of the mirror above the sink, staring at my reflection framed by a round golden rim. My body is marked everywhere—scratches, bite marks, bruises from Maxim.
I part my legs a little, my hand tracing over my aching core.
A faint drop of virgin blood stains my fingertip.
I’m not surprised it’s barely there; the doctor had once told me during a checkup that my hymen wasn’t likely to cause much bleeding.
I grab a few sheets of tissue, wet them, and gently clean myself.
When I’m done, I open the mirrored cabinet on the wall. Spotting a bottle of painkillers next to a pack of condoms. I breathe out in relief, pop two pills without hesitation, and close the cabinet. I rinse my face and hands, glance up again, and the sight of my reflection actually makes me laugh.
I can’t believe a scene straight out of a book or movie just happened to me. Maybe I didn’t picture my first time being this rough, but somehow, it feels… right. I wanted a man, and he wanted me. That simple.
I have no idea how many minutes pass before the door swings open and Maxim fills the doorway like a predator. He’s so tall and broad, he nearly blocks the entire frame. His eyes light up the second they land on me, and he stalks forward, his cock hard and swaying between his thighs.
When he reaches me, he towers over my naked body and grins. “Ready for round two?”
My breath catches. There’s going to be a round two?
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His fingers slide into my pussy, and his eyes narrow. “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
I don’t even get a chance to ask what he means before he drops to his knees in front of me. His hands hook around my thighs, grabbing my ass as he pulls me toward his mouth and claims my clit without mercy.
A sharp inhale punches into my lungs as I grip the edges of the sink. His tongue plunges inside me, flicking that spot that makes every nerve ending screams for more.
All I can do is writhe under his touch, my fingers buried in his hair, begging him to tip me over the edge.
He lifts his head for a moment, breath hot against my skin, voice cocky. “Grab a condom from the cabinet.”