Isabella
This was not normal sex. I hadn’t even been like this with Mark, back when we were discovering the joys of sex together as teenagers. Even while pregnant with Amber, my libido had spiked by the second trimester.
Could celibacy turn you into a nympho?
It was Luke. He was six years older. He’d perfected foreplay to a level bordering on master-class dickery. I was so wet I could feel myself seeping down the crack of my arse.
That’s when I saw the black cuffs swinging.
Oh, shit. Bondage.
This was happening. To me.
Wait until I told Rhea.
No wonder Sadie was so desperate to get him back.
He raised my leg and ripped the Velcro open. My jaw fell open when he placed one cuff on my ankle, then the second on my other. I was confused until he stretched my leg up and strapped it to the headboard.
All those Pilates and yoga classes were finally paying off.
He moved back to inspect me, rubbing his chin, his fingers dragging over that coarse stubble I could still feel imprinted on my flesh.
“Tilt those hips for me, Bella.”
I pressed my palms into the bed and raised my hips. He moved fast, sliding a cool pillow beneath me.
“That’s better,” he murmured, before unbuckling his belt.
I watched those thick fingers tug at the black leather.
Maybe he was going to use it to spank my naughty pussy.
The belt looked firm, and I changed my mind fast. One new thing at a time.
“My, my, Bella. You’re dripping all over the place.”
I groaned and closed my eyes, but then I heard his zip. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes while I lay there, legs strapped to my own headboard, and started toying with my nipples—because why not?
I wasn’t gentle about it. I massaged each one with a well-practised touch, rubbing my thumbs over the peaks until my pussy clenched with need.
His hands began moving up and down my inner thighs. Each time, his fingers drew closer to my pussy, but never quite touched.
“You were made for this,” he whispered, almost to himself. “For me. For my cock.”
His fingers moved over my pussy, sliding up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Yes, Bella,” he murmured, as I closed my eyes and lost myself in the way his fingers brushed over my swollen, wet flesh. “You’ll open up beautifully for me.”
I gripped my breasts and flung my head back as he finally found my clit.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “Fuck me, Luke.”
His fingers pried me open, and I felt his heavy cock land against me. The wet slap of it was everything. Then he began to drag himself up and down my spread pussy, slow and torturous.
“Yes, get my cock all wet, like a good girl.”
He was the only one who called me a girl, and it was sweet. It made me feel young again, and I hadn’t felt young in a very long time.
“Tilted like this will give me full depth,” he murmured, pressing the tip down to my entrance.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
It was finally happening. I was about to get my Christmas cock.
“Perfect angle of elevation. Don’t move.”
As if I could.
The thick head spread me open, and I moaned, angels singing in my ears as he sank into me.
“I’m going to stimulate every centimetre of this anterior wall until you’re begging,” he said, though I hadn’t the faintest idea what he actually meant.
All I could do was feel that beautiful, thick salami, pressing against my muscles and forcing me open again and again. My pussy pulsated around him, but that didn’t stop him. I felt his balls against me. The strain in my belly as he settled fully inside me, and then—something deeper.
“There it is—cervical contact. You feel that?”
“Oh my god,” I gasped, abandoning my breasts to press a hand against my abdomen. “I do.”
Then I felt the slight bulge beneath my palm.
He grabbed the backs of my legs and pressed his pelvis against me, tipping his weight forward until I felt him brushing and nudging right against my cervix.
His body blocked out the soft glow of the wall light. He was poised over me like a man possessed—like a dark knight ready to ravish me, straight out of every historical romance I’d ever devoured.
I tried to take a deep breath, but it was too late.
They’d find my body.
Probably need to stitch me shut for the funeral.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Yes, let’s fuck, baby,” he said, and I caught a flash of white teeth as he smiled.
His hips moved. He didn’t just fuck me. He body-slammed me.
His hands gripping my legs. His lower body thrown against mine. His fingers bit into my thighs as he dragged himself back out, only to thrust in again at a speed and brutality that didn’t seem human.
My body bounced off the bed and pillow, flinging me back up to meet him. Wood began to bash against my wall. The plaster would probably crack at this rate. I didn’t care. He was giving me exactly what I needed.
I could feel the friction and depth in every deep thrust.
All I could do was breathe, grunt, and moan.
“That’s my good girl, Bella. You take my cock,” he growled.
I nodded.
The wet slaps joined the dull thuds, and it was so intense I couldn’t think straight. I reached up and held onto the wooden slats as Luke continued to fuck me like a man half his age. When my cries got too loud, I had to slap a hand over my own mouth.
I wanted to scream and shout as he pumped that fine ass. Every so often he changed the angle and picked up his incessant thrusting all over again.
So damn deep. So good it blew my mind.
I bit into my finger, but my muffled moan still escaped as I came.
All I could see was darkness. Wave after wave of pleasure forced me to clamp down around his cock, still pounding in and out of me.
It was a slippery mess as I felt the slick flow of my own arousal soak his thick cock, easing his movement.
I released my finger to breathe again, but his hips didn’t stop.
“Yes. Here it comes,” he grunted.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Arghh,” he groaned.
I was still trying to make sense of my own blindness when I felt his hot cum squirt inside me. Hot. Copious. And for some strange reason, just right. I clenched my muscles as tight as I could, savouring the feel of him inside me.
Only after a few ragged breaths did I realise I wasn’t blind at all. All I had to do was open my eyes. I didn’t even have the energy for that.
There was no way Rhea would ever believe me.