Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
“Deep breaths for me,” he murmurs, plucking at my nipple before bracing a hand by my head. “It’s going to be tough for a bit.”
I moan my agreement, nodding enthusiastically.
He positions his dick at my entrance; I arch with a gasp as he slowly starts to slide inside me, wiping my mind of all thoughts that aren’t centered on him.
There’s an immediate prickle and burn as his thickness stretches my inner muscles.
I’ve never had a cock as big as his, and I haven’t had sex in well over a year, so the intrusion hurts, but it’s also accompanied by a deep, aching pleasure that makes me want to brave the pain.
He slides in a bit farther, and I can’t hold back a low whine.
Dorian freezes immediately, cupping my cheek with a hand and stroking his thumb over the hollow beneath my eye.
“Easy,” he breathes. “Take it easy, baby. Nice and deep breaths for me, now.”
“Keep going,” I beg. “Please.”
He shakes his head. “Not if it’s hurting you.”
“It hurts in all the right ways,” I moan. “Please, Dorian.”
He releases a low, shuddering breath. A small shiver travels over him, as if my words are almost too much for him to bear.
“Fuck, Mira.” He slides in farther, slowly sinking deeper and deeper until his balls tap my ass and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I dig my nails into the nape of his neck so hard it’s a wonder I don’t draw blood.
“You feel so fucking good.” He pumps in and out of me, harsh thrusts that force the breath from my lungs and make my entire body tighten.
My nipples scrape over his hard chest, and I throw my head back, moaning with each of his thrusts, lifting my hips to meet him.
His pace is steady, reaching deep with each surge forward. Sweat slicks both of our skin, setting us aglow in the wash of morning light that filters through the windows. I gasp and whine and gouge deep scratches down his back with my nails.
“Faster,” I urge him. “Harder, Dorian. Please.”
A low groan escapes him, and he speeds his pace.
His thrusts turn forceful and overwhelming, and though it burns, I love every moment of it.
I love bathing in his energy, in the deep satisfaction and overwhelming pleasure that radiates from him, mingling with my own and driving me higher and higher.
The feeling of connection between us is as potent as all the physical sensations I’m experiencing, winding me tight.
“Ask me to come,” he rasps. “Beg me to come like a good girl.”
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, can I come?”
He wraps his hand around my neck, not applying any pressure, just resting his thumb on my pulse. His jaw clenches as his eyes burn with desire and satisfaction.
He gives his head a single shake. “Not yet. Hold it.” He pulls out, and my orgasm dies right on the cusp.
He flips me over onto my hands and knees, pushing my upper body to the bed with a palm between my shoulder blades.
He fists a hand in my hair, turning my head sideways so I can breathe even while he’s pressing my face into the pillow.
His cock slides back into me easily, and he starts fucking me with the same harsh, eager pace again.
My eyes squeeze tightly as I gasp and whimper, clawing at the sheets. Dorian’s thumb slides between the cleft of my ass, pressing against the tight ring of muscles that’s already slick with my pleasure.
“Have you ever had anyone back here?” he whispers lowly, kissing the small of my back.
I shake my head with a low whine.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “I’m going to fuck you here soon.
I’m going to claim every single one of your holes for my own.
” He twists his thumb around, and the taboo sensation raises the hairs on the back of my neck, even as it drives me wild with pleasure and need.
Slowly, his finger sinks into my rosebud, and the feeling of him breaching that forbidden hole makes a loud, tortured groan escape me.
“Fuck—please let me come,” I beg.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Come, Mira. Come hard for me.”
Reality shifts and distorts as my eyes squeeze and I jerk, coming with such violence all the muscles in my body stiffen.
My convulsions are so intense I’m surprised they don’t hurt Dorian.
His thrusts speed and turn harsher, jerkier, until he goes still inside of me, also finding his own release.
I feel warmth bathe my channel as he spills himself inside me, and my clenching muscles seem to pull his seed deep.
Thank fuck I’m on birth control. My body seems primed and ready for him in every way; if I weren’t on the pill, I wouldn’t be surprised if I fell pregnant, even just from a single night with him.
He rocks into me a few more times, leaning over me to press a kiss to the nape of my neck.
“Very good, Mira. Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I love the way you feel, the way you sound.” He strokes his fingers over the small of my back as he slowly pulls out, and I feel a rush of warmth drip out of me as I bathe in his praise.
He flips me over to my back and kisses me deeply. “I’m going to have this pussy often,” he murmurs. “Daily—several times daily if time permits. And I won’t be sharing it, ever. Are we understood?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” He kisses my neck, taking the skin between his lips and sucking hard enough that I’m sure he’ll leave a mark. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m covered in bruises of his making.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I breathe. “Jesus Christ, are you even human?”
Dorian chuckles, an amused sound brimming with masculine satisfaction. “You’re amazing for my ego. Thank you, baby.”
He gathers me in his arms and stands, taking me to the shower.
I’m still feeling pretty limp and boneless from my three orgasms, so I’m grateful when he keeps me upright in the shower with an arm banded around my waist and washes my body with a deep-seated reverence.
He takes his time running his soapy hands over every dip, valley, and contour of my form.
He massages my head gently, making me moan with pleasure, and kisses along my neck as he rinses me off.
I could definitely get used to princess treatment like this from him. If we stay together, I expect I might actually get used to it and become a bit spoiled.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, slipping his hands between my legs and rubbing his fingers over my pussy. I hiss and wince a little—I’m sore from his ministrations, but I also feel incredibly, deeply satisfied.
“Sore but good,” I breathe, rising on my toes as he cups me hard. His middle finger strokes over my clit, and I squirm. “Dorian—”
“Give me one more,” he says, pressing my back firmly to his chest. “Just one more, Mira. I fucking love watching you come. I love making you come.”
I grip his arm with my hands, digging my fingernails in. “Dorian, I don’t know if I can—”
“You can,” he encourages, rubbing my clit with his middle and index finger. “I know you can. You’re capable of a lot more than you think, Mira. You can take it.” He kisses my neck. “Come for me again. Be my good girl—”
His words set me off. I jerk as I come, scratching his arm, wriggling my ass against his cock, which starts to harden against me.
Even though I’m spent and exhausted, ready to go back to sleep, I can’t deny my growing desire.
The orgasm is wonderful, but after having Dorian inside me, I think I’ve caught an addiction.
I want him to come inside me, even though I’m pretty sure I’m too tired to come again.
I brace my hands on the tile wall and push my ass against him, making a clear invitation.
I hear Dorian’s breath catch over the sound of the shower—I guess he wasn’t expecting me to offer myself up to him so soon.
Maybe he’s aware that he has a vagina-destroyer dangling between his legs—whatever the case, he doesn’t hesitate to take me up on my offer.
He grips my hip with one hand, using the other to guide his thick length inside me.
We both groan at the same time, and I rest my forehead against the wall, trying to breathe through the stretch of his intrusion.
I think it’ll take a while before I’m used to his size.
If he plans on fucking me every day like he promised to a few minutes ago, it might not be too long.
Besides, I like the bite of pain. I’m not a masochist by any stretch of the imagination, but I like knowing that I’ll feel twinges to remind me of this long after he pulls out.
“You good?” he asks.
I release a moan in response; he lets out a harsh chuckle. “Hold on, baby. This is going to be quick and rough.”
He makes good on his promise, fucking me with short, harsh strokes that tickle me in all the best ways. One of his hands grips my breast, while the other snakes lower, zeroing in on my clit.
I gasp, way too sensitive to be played with again. “Dorian, no—”
“Either use your safeword or fucking take it.”
I don’t even have to think about it. I don’t think I’ll ever use my safeword unless I’m well and truly done, and while I’m stretched a bit thin, I’m not there yet. He’s set new limits for what I’m capable of taking.
Defeated, I slump forward and let him have his way with me.
After a few more strokes, he gathers my hands in his grip and fixes them behind me, holding them tightly at the small of my back.
My upper body is left sagging against the shower wall while his other hand lavishes attention over my clit.
I whimper, wriggle, shake my head, and beg him to ease up…
and he doesn’t, which I absolutely love.
He just takes exactly what he wants, not giving me an option but to stand and accept it. I have no control, and it’s liberating.
“Come with me,” he orders. “Now.”
As if he’s the master of my body, I comply before my thoughts even catch up with his command. My orgasm is so intense I’d topple over if it weren’t for his grip on me, and he follows right behind me, letting out a loud groan as he comes.
“Now I’m dirty again, and I want to go back to sleep.”
Dorian releases a short laugh, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as he pulls out of me. “I’ll clean you up, and you’re welcome to go back to sleep. You’re too much of an early bird—it’s not even 7am.”
“You’re the one who woke me up this morning,” I remind him. I am an early bird, but he beat me to the punch today.
“Because you were stirring, as you usually do before you wake up.” He spins me around, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “We can get another few hours, but then we have an apartment tour set up.”