Page 53 of Fight

And then he was gone, and even though my jaw ached, I felt empty, needy.

He was back almost instantly, the T-shirt discarded, leaving his powerfully muscled form bare. He pushed me back roughly and then pulled my pants and panties down, letting out a frustrated growl when they got hung up on my calves.

But soon I was as naked as he was, and when he covered my body with his, his hard, warm chest at my front, the cold floor at my back, I thought I would come on the spot.

I let my hands roam his body, but stilled when he cupped my sex and then pushed a finger inside me. He pumped once, twice, and then added a second finger. I stiffened but soon relaxed, the relentless motion of his thrusting fingers leaving me a gasping mess under him.

I moaned in protest when he pulled his fingers from me for the last time, but that protest died in my throat when he laid his cock against my sex. Without thinking, I widened my thighs and bent my knees, anchoring them on his hips as he stroked his cock up and down the length of my pussy.

I was dripping, my worry about the pain, the hard floor, about everything leaving.

There was only him, my need to have him fill me.

He did, and I cried out, the sharp, stinging stretch making silence impossible. Ioan’s hardness throbbed inside of me and with each second, the pain passed until there was nothing but need, my pussy filled beyond capacity, but my body aching for more.

When he finally moved, I sighed, and that sigh turned to a moan as he thrust inside me, hard, slow, our pubic bones thudding with each motion.

I thought I would come out of my skin from the feeling of his hard cock plowing in and out of me, but when he rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I exploded.

My entire body went stiff and then on a shuddered cry, I yelled my climax.

Ioan kept pumping, his thick fingers at my waist, every muscle in his body defined from his exertion. He was hard inside me, impossibly so, but he hardened further and then on a guttural moan, came, each spurt of his hot cum drawing a little sigh from me.

“I’ll make it better for you next time,” he said in a gruff voice long moments later.

I was still slumped against him, but pulled back enough to see his face. “It can be better?” I asked, wondering where the dreamy, breathless voice that emerged from my throat had come from, then remembering it had come from him.

Ioan laughed, the gravelly sound and little smile on his lips now so familiar, proof that whatever had happened tonight, he was still as I’d known him.

“Yes. Let me show you,” he said.

He pulled his softening cock from me and then lifted me off the floor.

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