Page 47 of Pike

“I’m fucked up, Feather. I’m … fuck, I’m sorry.”

“You can’t do that to me, Pike.”

“I know, baby. I know that. Shit, this is so much harder than I thought it would be.” I nod my head. I get that. I understand where he’s coming from.

“I know it is. But you can’t treat me like shit and make it all better, Pike.” Before I can say anything further, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. He kisses me soft and slow at first. Then, he increases the pressure and intensity of the kiss. His tongue slips past my lips, and I moan. Pike pulls back and stares at me.

“I wanna be inside you. I need it,” he says, his tone low and gravely.

“Okay.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” The next thing I know, Pike is stripping us both out of our clothes and laying me on the bed. He climbs between my legs and spreads them wide for him. Then he’s thrusting into me. My nails graze his back, careful not to hurt him where he’s already bruised.

He pants in my ear, caressing my ear lobe with his lips before sucking it into his mouth. I moan louder this time as he continues to thrust into me. His slow, easy strokes have me on edge. I need more. I want more, and I know he does, too.

“You can fuck me, Pike.”

“I am fuckin’ you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You want it harder, darlin’? Just ask.”

“Please, Pike. I need it,” I nearly beg him this time. He sits up, taking my legs over his shoulders before he pounds into me. Our bodies slap together, creating the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. He takes me just like I wanted him to. No, needed him to.

“Fuck, Pike!” I scream his name as he hits the right spot inside me. My body trembles as he takes me faster and faster. I cling to him, holding on for the ride but he isn’t finished with me yet. He pulls out of me and quickly flips me onto my stomach, pulling my ass up in the air. Then he’s back inside me, and I’m clenching the pillows in my hands. He takes me hard, hitting every part deep inside me. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so full and sated in my life.

“Please, Pike.” I don’t care that I’m begging. This is what he does to me. He reduces me to begging for release, and I gladly do it.

“You wanna come all over my fat cock, Feather? Is that what you’re beggin’ me for?”

“Yes! Please,” I cry out as he takes me faster. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as I hold on for the ride. Then his hand sneaks around my waist and finds my clit. My body nearly explodes just from the contact. Quickly, he begins to circle it and flick it, and I find myself closer to exploding around him.

“Oh God, yes. Just like that,” I pant as I feel the familiar burn inside me. Then, one last thrust and circle of his hips, and I’m gone. I come hard, squeezing the pillows in my hands while I scream his name. Pike keeps thrusting and thrusting until I feel him swell. I know he’s ready to come, and god, do I want him to. I want to be full of him. I’ve never wanted a man like I do Pike.

“Do it, Pike. Fucking come in me,” I coax him. He grips my hips tighter in his hands, and a few more rough, hard plunges into me, and he’s falling apart with a growl.

“Fuck, Feather,” he groans as he fills me. I pant, trying to catch my breath as he jerks inside of me. When he pulls out, my body drops onto the bed with him right next to me. He throws his leg over mine and his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He nuzzles his face in my hair and sighs.

“Did I hurt you?”

“In a good way.”

“Good. That’s the only way I want to hurt you, Feather.”

“I know. This is a lot for you, and I understand that.”

“You don’t understand it because you didn’t have to see it, but I’m glad you’re here. I don’t want to be without you. I know I said you could stay at my place, but I need you here,” he admits, causing my heart to swell.

“I want to be here too, Pike. With you.”

“Did you not like my place?”

“I did, but it got lonely. I guess I’m not used to living alone,” I tell him.

“That’s understandable. You don’t have to now.”

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