Nineteen #2
Letting out a quiet breath, I hold still, allowing her to adjust. Her shoulders are hunched, the muscles taut in her back. She’s breathing deeply, the only sound in the room.
I take my weight on my arms, braced either side of her, and push with my hips. She shudders as she feels me slide in, a soft cry escaping. Again I stop, letting her get used to me.
Slowly, the muscles in her back unclench and her breathing slows. Her ass clenches around me, squeezing so tight that it feels like my cock is in a silken vise.
I wait, steadying my breathing, shifting my hips only enough to rub within her.
It’s a long moment before her hips lift, pressing back, the movement so small I could’ve missed it if I wasn’t looking for it.
That’s as close as I’ll get to her admitting she wants this. I could try to force her to say it; I’m not confident I’d win that battle. My Little Stray is so deliciously stubborn.
It doesn’t matter. I’ve got what I wanted and that’s enough.
I draw back slowly, then press forward again. It’s still gentle—for now. I’m testing, wanting to see how she reacts.
A sharp gasp, and her arms lock hard against the headboard, head tilting forward. She’s showing me the nape of her neck, and it makes her seem more vulnerable. My cock twitches in response, and I can’t help but take a hand and grip her there, keeping her pinned.
I know she likes it.
“Ready, Little Stray?”
No answer. But this time, I want one.
I give her neck a tighter squeeze and grind my hips into her spanked ass. “I asked you a question.”
“Do it, you bastard.”
I chuckle. What other answer did I expect?
Then I start moving, and this time I’m not being gentle.
Drawing back slow, but thrusting into her hard, using my hips, my thighs, my grip on her neck for leverage.
The slap of my groin against her ass echoes through the room, again and again as I fuck her.
She gasps with every impact, her body jerking beneath mine, but she presses against the headboard and keeps her ass raised for me. All without being told.
“Taking it like… such a good girl,” I tell her between thrusts and my grunts of effort.
There’s no retort, but her next gasp comes with a soft sound, half cry, half whimper. As does the one after that, and the one after that.
I know how aroused she is. What I don’t know is if she’s enjoying this, even if not as much as I am. Some women like anal; does she?
I keep a tight grip on her neck and slide my free hand between her hips and the pillow, delving with my fingers. She’s soaked, her arousal mingling with the oil, her pussy swollen and open. I brush my fingers over her clit, and her back arches, hips pressing up toward me.
“My gorgeous… Little Stray,” I manage around the effort of my thrusts. “Tell me you like it… when I pin you down… and fuck you hard.”
“No.” Her refusal is a breathy whisper, voice high and taut, giving me the true answer.
“Don’t lie to me,” I tell her. “I know.”
“I’m not, you bastard,” she lies.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, playing my fingers over and around her clit while I thrust into her. “Are you going to come while I fuck your ass?”
Her breathing quickens, her gasps higher and shorter. “I hate you.”
“Still provoking?” I grunt out through my efforts. “Even now?”
“Go to hell.”
I chuckle, then pour my efforts into giving her what she’s pushed for: the hardest, roughest fuck I can manage.
She’s so damn tight that it’s a real workout. Every thrust takes effort, even more so when she clenches around me. Her ass parts for my cock, gripping it and squeezing, and my balls slap against her pussy with every stroke. I love the feel of her beneath me, the way she lifts to meet me.
I don’t stop rubbing her clit, occasionally dipping into her opening for more moisture, and she doesn’t stop pressing back, silently begging for more.
I want to hear it from her lips. I want to hear her beg me, like she did earlier. I want it so bad my heart aches for it. I can’t wait for the day she cries out Lukas as she comes.
But I know it won’t be today. She’s too stubborn, fighting me still.
That’s fine, I can wait. It’ll be all the more valuable when it happens.
For some time, there are no sounds save the rhythmic slapping of my hips into her ass, my grunts, and the exquisite soft cries she can’t help but reward me with.
My pleasure builds, my balls tightening, my orgasm held on the brink by willpower alone, drawing this out because I want it to last. I can take her like this again, and I will. But this first time in her ass? I want it to be memorable. For both of us.
Her cries have long since stopped carrying any hints of pain.
There’s only pleasure now. I focus more on her clit, rubbing firmly, and she lets slip a sob of need.
She begins to come, her body bucking and shuddering with the intensity of her pleasure, a long, drawn-out moan giving way to soft, near-silent gasps.
She clenches around me again, body tensing.
She releases one hand from the bars and reaches back for me, finding my head, fingers pushing into my hair. She pulls me to her as she quakes beneath me with the strength of her pleasure.
Feeling her touch on me, knowing she couldn’t help but reach for me? My heart swells in fierce exultation, and I almost come right then.
I don’t hold back any longer, thrusting into her with short, hard strokes, then burying my cock as deep as I can and emptying my balls into her. I come hard, spurt after spurt filling her, and I know she feels it; her moan tells me so.
“Taken your ass,” I gasp out, even as my orgasm rips through me. “And your pussy. And your mouth.”
“Doesn’t… make me… yours.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I agree, my voice stronger as I come down from my high. “You’re mine because I won’t let anything happen to you again. I won’t let another man touch you, and I’ll kill them if they try. You’re mine because nothing will keep you from me.”
It was more than I intended to say, my protectiveness and possession swelling because she’s beneath me, my cock and my cum inside her. And because she reached for me.
But it doesn’t make any of it any less true, and I let it stand, waiting for her sarcastic response as my heartrate gradually slows.
She doesn’t speak, merely strokes her fingers through my hair one last time, then replaces her hand on the bars.
“That was a promise, you know.” I don’t want her to think it was just an in-the-moment thing.
She’s silent for a long time. “Yeah,” she replies at last. “I know.”
We lie there with our bodies pressed together, until I slide my hand from beneath her and stroke along her flank instead. Over her shoulders, up to her arms, just wanting to touch.
In a while, I’ll get her through the shower, clean her up, and put her to bed. Take her in my arms, hold her while she sleeps. But that’s all to come.
For now, I’m content to inhale the scent of her hair, feel the warm smoothness of her skin beneath my hand, and keep my grip on the back of her neck.
My Little Stray isn’t going anywhere.