Chapter 2 #2
His hands wrapped around my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin as he dragged me up, forcing my back to arch just the way he wanted it to.
“So fucking pretty.” He groaned, grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands. I pressed my face against the mattress as he pulled them apart and poured more lube onto my hole.
I was ready. So fucking ready. My cock was no doubt leaking onto the sheets below me, and I was already wiggling my ass a little, hoping it would make him hurry it the fuck up. The sound of the condom package tearing had me perking up and spreading my legs wider.
I blew out a long breath when the head of his dick touched my hole. “Bear down for me, Jack. Don’t need you getting hurt.”
What if I wanted to get hurt? I decided not to ask that question out loud, but I sure as fuck thought it. Something about pain made all the chaos in my mind go away—it made me feel warm and fuzzy and safe, which probably shouldn’t make sense. But it did for me.
The first push had me gasping. I bore down as much as I could, squeezing my eyes shut through the impossible stretch of my ass and the tingling burn along my rim.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck.” It was everything I’d been craving.
Everything I’d wanted. I desperately wanted to push my hips back, meeting his slow thrust, but I knew better.
I could handle pain, but that’d just be plain stupid of me to do.
Instead, I waited. I let him have the control. I let Forrest take over.
When his hips met my ass, I finally rocked into him, savoring the overwhelming fullness of him inside of me. I couldn’t get enough of that feeling. I just couldn’t.
Before I could get too used to it, Forrest slid a hand all the way up to my shoulder, holding onto it as he moved back. Then he pulled my body toward him, slamming me on his cock.
I let out a long, loud cry of a moan, tears gathering in my eyes at the way it hit my prostate exactly fucking right. Hard enough to shake my body. Hard enough to shock my nervous system. Hard.
He rolled his hips into me, lying over my back as he whispered to me. “Am I hurting you, sweetie?”
My moan came out choked and raw, my throat already dry. “Yes.” I let my head hang forward as I moved my hips with him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He held me in his hands, rose from my body, pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back into me. Over. And over. And over again. I was just making noises at that point. Every now and then, he’d scrape his nails down my back, stopping right where my ass began.
I let him wrap one arm around my neck and one arm around my midsection, pulling me up. I leaned the back of my head against his shoulder as he pounded into me in short, quick thrusts. His piercings, even through the condom, added a tantalizing drag inside me.
Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. He bit my shoulder. He bit my neck. He bit and licked and kissed everywhere he possibly could before letting me fall back onto the bed, placing his palm between my shoulder blades.
I went limp beneath him. I let him take me. Own me. Control me. I let Forrest ruin me bit by fucking bit, putting pressure on my back to keep me right where I was.
I’d asked him for rough, and he’d given it tenfold.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m gonna come. Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking sexy, marked all over by me.”
I could’ve cried. I didn’t even know how to express how badly I needed to come, too. I was going to explode. I was sure of it. Every hit of my prostate had me closer and closer, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. “Please. Please. Forrest, please.” It was all I could coherently say.
“I’ve got you, sweetie. Don’t worry.”
The hand on my back disappeared, going beneath me to jerk my cock.
He didn’t even try to start slowly—instead immediately matching the brutal thrusts of his hips.
My hands curled into fists as I gripped the bedsheets, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, jerk for jerk.
I couldn’t keep up. I was warm and fuzzy and tingly and so fucking gone.
There was barely any buildup. My hole clenched around him as I panted, my breaths getting more and more shallow.
The next upstroke of his hand and squeeze of my tip, I was gone.
I arched my back, my chest digging further into the mattress as the sound of him slapping against my ass threw me right over the edge.
I came so fucking hard, I saw colors swimming behind my closed eyelids.
Was I screaming?
Oh, God, I think I was screaming.
No man had ever made me scream before.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. There you go. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Forrest pounded into me a few more times before going completely still, his moans coming out as deep, raspy growls.
I tried to catch my breath while he was still in me, but it was impossible. The moment he slid out, I whimpered and slowly sank into the bed. My legs were like jelly, losing their stability.
My stomach felt cold as I simply lay in my own cum. I didn’t even care.
Once my breathing evened out, my eyes had closed, and I’d fallen fast asleep. I didn’t even remember dreaming.