4. Tessa #2
He lowers his zipper with one hand, the metallic rasp loud in the quiet apartment. Frees his cock. I feel the hot, hard length of him against my pussy. He notches himself at my entrance, the thick head pressing against me, spreading me.
I'm wet, slick with arousal, but still nervous. My heart hammers against my ribs. "Theo, I?—"
He pushes inside in one hard thrust, filling me completely in a single stroke.
"Ahh!" I cry out, the sound torn from my throat.
Pain and pleasure mixed, overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
He's so big, stretching me, filling me completely.
Different than when I was asleep, when I felt everything through a haze of dreams. Now I feel everything —every thick inch of his cock, the way my pussy stretches around him, struggling to accommodate his size.
The slight burn. The impossible fullness.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans against my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
He holds still, buried to the hilt inside me. Lets me adjust. I can feel him throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. His control is fraying—I feel it in the tension of his muscles, the way his fingers dig into my ass.
"Breathe, baby." His voice is strained.
I do, gasping breaths that make my chest rise and fall against his. The pain fades slowly, replaced by fullness, by the overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed. Claimed.
"Okay. I'm okay." My voice shakes.
He pulls back, the drag of his cock against my inner walls making me whimper. Then he thrusts in again. Hard, deep, hitting something inside me that makes sparks explode behind my eyelids, makes me scream.
"Ahh! Oh God!"
He sets a brutal pace, fucking me against the door.
The wood rattles with each thrust, the sound obscene in the quiet apartment.
I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
Each thrust drives the breath from my lungs.
I can hear the wet sounds of my pussy taking his cock, can feel my juices dripping down to where we're joined.
"This is what you wanted," he growls against my ear, his voice dark and possessive. "Me following you, obsessing over you, claiming you."
"Yes!" I sob, because it's true. I wanted this, wanted him to lose control.
His hand slides between us, finds my clit. Rubs in tight circles, the rough pad of his finger sending shockwaves through my body. The dual sensation—his cock pounding into me, his finger on my clit—is too much.
I'm going to come, can feel it building. My thighs shake where they're wrapped around his waist. My pussy clenches around his cock, drawing a groan from him.
"You're mine, Tessa. Say it." He punctuates the command with a particularly deep thrust that makes me see stars.
"I'm yours!" The words tear out of me.
"Who do you belong to?" His finger presses harder on my clit, circling relentlessly.
"You! Theo!" I'm sobbing now, overwhelmed.
He thrusts harder, deeper, each stroke hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. "That's right. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to fill."
"Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum. Make you carry it inside you all day. Everyone will know you're claimed." His words are filthy, possessive, and they push me closer to the edge.
I'm screaming now, unable to contain the sounds spilling from my throat. "Ahh! Ahh! Theo!"
My pussy clenches around his cock, rhythmic pulses I can't control.
Orgasm rips through me, makes my whole body shake and convulse.
I can feel it in waves—my inner walls spasming, gripping his cock, trying to pull him deeper.
He fucks me through it, relentless, drawing out every sensation until I think I might shatter.
"That's it. Come on my cock. Good girl." His voice is rough, approving.
His own orgasm follows seconds later. He buries himself deep, as deep as he can get, groaning my name. His cock pulses inside me, flooding me with cum. So much cum I can feel it, hot and thick, filling my pussy. So much it leaks out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs.
We stay locked together, gasping. My chest heaves against his. My legs tremble where they're wrapped around him, muscles shaking from the strain. He holds me up effortlessly, still buried inside me. I can feel his heart pounding against my breast.
"You're perfect," he murmurs into my hair, his lips brushing my temple.
I can't form words. Can barely think. Just cling to him, my fingers tangled in his shirt.
He carries me to the couch, still inside me.
His cock softens slightly but doesn't slip free.
He sits down with me straddling his lap.
Finally pulls out, his cock sliding free with a wet sound.
Cum leaks from my pussy, dripping down my thighs, coating his jeans.
I collapse against his chest, boneless and spent.
He holds me, one large hand stroking my hair in a soothing rhythm. The other rests on my lower back, keeping me pressed against him.
"You followed me to campus," I say eventually. My voice is soft, hoarse from screaming, but not accusatory. Just stating a fact.
"I did." No shame in his tone.
"That's... you shouldn't..." I trail off, uncertain what I'm trying to say. That it's wrong? That it crosses boundaries? But I don't actually want him to stop.
"I know. But I'm not sorry." His hand continues its steady motion through my hair.
I pull back slightly, look at him. His gray eyes are dark, intense, fixed on me with that unsettling focus. "You're possessive."
"Yes." No hesitation.
"Obsessive."
"Yes." Still no apology in his expression.
"Probably crossing several lines." I search his face, looking for... what? Regret? Shame? I don't find it.
"Definitely." The corner of his mouth twitches, almost a smile.
I should be upset. Should be frightened by the intensity of his fixation on me, by how far he's willing to go. But instead, I'm smiling. "I liked it. Knowing you were watching."
His eyes darken, pupils dilating. "Good. Because I'm going to keep doing it."
"I know." I do know. There's no stopping this, whatever this is between us.
He kisses me, slower this time. Thorough and deep, but without the desperate urgency from before. I taste myself on his tongue. "You're mine, Tessa. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you."
The words should terrify me. Instead, they make warmth bloom in my chest. "I'm already yours."