Chapter Ten #2
“Take it slow, Emma. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he reaches for my hand. I slap his hand away.
My belly is in knots while I hold his tip against my hole. Nervousness? I’m sure everyone feels that way the first time.
“I don’t want to take it slow.”
What if I get cold feet? What if I get scared and never go through with it? No, we’re too far now. I want Griffin and he wants me. We can’t fight our emotions anymore.
I dip lower and his length stretches my narrow entrance. It hurts and it makes me cry out. But pleasure hides beneath the pain. It’s right there, waiting to be taken, I just need to get past the first part.
I move lower, and Griffin grabs at my hips. “I said slow.”
“I said no!” Without thinking, I swing a wild hand towards his face. It strikes his cheek with a satisfying crack.
“Oh, God, Griffin, I’m so sorry.” Instant regret consumes me, but there is no anger in his eyes. He just reaches for his cheek, a little dumbfounded; slack-jawed, and confused by what I did.
Then he says, “Don’t be sorry.” He shakes his head. There’s a sudden devilish twinkle in those blue eyes of his. “Do it again.”
“What?”
“Do it again,” he says. He’s halfway inside me, and wants me to hit him? What the fuck is this? And why the hell am I enjoying it so much? “Do it again. Hit me.”
I press my palm against his cheek, drawing it backward before tapping his cheek. It’s weaker this time, but I don’t want to hurt him. Do I?
“Harder,” he demands.
“Griffin, I—”
“Harder,” he repeats, steely blue eyes entrancing me.
I slap him again, this time putting weight behind my action. A thunderous crack makes Griffin groan. His hips jolt upwards, burying him deep inside me.
I scream out in the sheer agony of Griffin splitting me apart.
“Emma, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Keep going,” I say in a husky breath.
“Are you—”
It’s going to get easier the longer we go. It hurts now, but it won’t for long. We have to push through the pain. I ignore whatever Griffin’s about to say and start bucking my hips. I don’t go fast, I won’t last long if I do, but with every up and down, I’m growing accustomed to Griffin’s size.
He stops speaking, and his words are replaced by moaning and groaning.
As I thought, I’ve read about it more times than I care to recount…
the longer we go, the more used to it my body becomes.
The pain is quickly replaced by spikes of bliss.
Every time I raise and sink, there’s a tickle in my belly and the intense building tension of another orgasm.
Griffin’s hands lock onto my hips, following my motion against his shaft. He hasn’t moved, though I assume he’s still playing his part in giving me the power to move at my pace.
“Naughty girl,” Griffin says through gritted teeth.
His words fill me with a sudden, unexplainable panic. Naughty girl? Is this naughty? Am I a bad little girl? Is that why Griffin wants me? Because all men want dirty little whores?
Where is this coming from? What the hell are these thoughts?
Why the fuck are they making me want this more when it feels so wrong?
The panic twists inside me. It’s not anger, but it feels close enough to be. I strike Griffin again, and this time it’s not a flat palm but a fist against his cheek.
“Is that what you like?” I ask. “Dirty little girls, to use and play with?”
Griffin clutches his cheek again; his face sinks and his eyes widen. “Emma, I didn’t mean it like that.”
My pace grows more frantic. My mind’s wrapped in my own paranoia and lust. I can’t stop myself, even if I wanted to. Something about Griffin’s words awakened something dark inside of me.
“Fuck me, Griffin. Don’t hold back.”
***
GRIFFIN
My jaw hurts. My face is swelling. My heart’s beating a thousand miles an hour.
And my cock’s never been this hard.
Emma’s bucking over my erection with a frantic lust that’s driving me wild. The noises leaving her mouth are forcing me into a deep state of uncontrollable desire. No slow and gentle lovemaking for her first time, but ferocity, to fuck the demons out of her.
If it were up to me, I’d stop. She’s not ready for this, especially not after what happened tonight. I shouldn’t have indulged her. But, I can’t say no to her. She floods me with sickening depravity and desperation, that makes me feel loved… and wanted.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Fuck me, Griffin. Don’t hold back.
Those words send me over the edge. I’ve held my composure and kept a level head, but I can’t fight myself any longer.
I’m a man in bed with the only woman I care for.
She’s stirred something inside me. I don’t know what it is, but I’m damned sure it’s better than the loneliness I’ve lived with for so long.
“Your wish is my command,” I say.
I take Emma by the waist, the same way I did to get her onto my lap. With a hard push, she’s on her back. Her magnificent tits jiggle as she hits the mattress.
I’ve really gone and done it. I’ve lost all control to Emma McAllister.
I pull my body on top of her, thrusting my spear into her wetness. She flings her arms around my shoulders, nails digging into my skin until it stings.
Yes. Hurt me. Destroy me. She’s the only person who can make me feel anything, and the pain is addictive.
I clutch Emma’s hips, hoisting them level with mine. When I thrust inside of her, I pull her body against mine, filling her as deeply as I can go.
Grunting and moaning explode from both of us.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, while her hands play with her tits.
She’s a picture of beauty, especially now while she finds her state of bliss.
I thrust into her with intensity. I need to get the poison out, and Emma’s the only person who can do it.
I’m gonna explode.
No. Not yet. I never want this moment, this newfound sensation to end.
Fuck.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan the words out.
Emma shakes her head, nibbling on her lower lip. “Do it. Do it for me.”
Why did that sound so good? What the hell is wrong with me?
I slide myself out of Emma, right before I spill across her stomach. She giggles and groans, wriggling her body as she accepts my load.
She’s perfect, from head to toe. I can’t believe she’s finally mine.
I crumble on top of Emma, drawing her mouth into a passionate kiss. She sparked a new fire inside of me. She’s made my dead heart beat again.
I’ve spent my life dedicated to Emma, and now I realize, it wasn’t only for her. I needed her, just as much as she needed me.
There’s no going back, now.
But… before I can start the rest of my life lost in her perfection, I need to deal with that prick who hurt her. God knows, his punishment will be incredibly satisfying.