Page 4 of Don't Look Away

Lie to her.

She doesn’t ever need to know the truth.

Dipping my head, I run my tongue up her neck to her ear lobe, pinching it between my teeth until she yelps. “That hurts,” she says petulantly.

“That’s not even the beginning,” I whisper against her ear. I have so much pent-up violence inside me, it’s not even fucking funny. I want to tear her apart, touch every part of her; every dark crevice, every shadow lurking in her soul. I want it all.

She moans and arches her back, rubbing her hard nipples against my chest. Reaching down, I palm her breast at the same time I slam my mouth against hers. The kiss is messy and violent. Primal.

And it feels so damn right.

Shifting my body, I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue past her teeth, to the warm welcoming heat of her mouth. And then I devour her, taking every bit of warmth she has to offer.

After several minutes, I pull away and glance down at her. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

She blinks up at me, and her throat moves as she swallows. “No.”

I smile, I can’t help it. I love discovering all the different ways I can touch her where she’s never been touched.

Without saying anything, I shift my weight off her, grab her hips, and flip her over, so she’s on her stomach. Grabbing a pillow, I wedge it under her hips, which puts her ass on full display.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Smoothing my hand over the globe of her ass, then dip my finger between her crack. She jolts a little, and I laugh. My little vanilla girl. Oh, how I plan to educate her. I’m going to fuck her so hard, in so many ways, she won’t know where she ends and I begin.

Moving off the bed, I grab the lube I have in the drawer of my nightstand and squeeze out a dollop onto the tip of my finger. Then I move back to her and smooth the cream over her back entrance.

The second I touch her there, her entire body stiffens. She doesn’t outright resist, but I can tell she’s unsettled. As I finger her there, spreading the cream thoroughly, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Get used to it, baby. I demand access to every part of you.”

I should really prepare her more carefully for my invasion. This kind of thing can be painful, especially for her first time, but I can’t wait. I won’t. I want hernow, and if I’m being honest, Iwantto inflict pain. I want to see just how much she can take. It’s fucked up, but the thought of stretching her so wide that she screams my name, is so fucking arousing, I could come from the thought of it alone.

Smoothing my hand over her ass, I lift my hand and bring it down with a hard slap. She cries out and moves to get up, but I place my hand on the small of her back, holding her in place.

“Don’t move,” I say harshly, taking my cock in hand, guiding it to her puckered entrance. Every muscle in her body is drawn tight like she’s bracing herself, but to her credit, she doesn’t beg me to stop. I don’t think I could, even if she did.

Inching forward, I push my cock into her slowly—painfullyslow. Her ass hugs my cock, and I groan. She feels so good wrapped around my shaft, I feel like I’m going to explode.

And it’s not just because this feels like heaven. It’s heavenwith her.Lux has somehow managed to get inside my head, and that pisses me off. I can’t stop thinking about her. Can’t stopcravingher. And every time I’m in her presence, I feel like a junkie, desperate for that next hit.

And I take it slow, now, enjoying her little whimpers as I thrust into her, rocking my hips against her beautifully full ass cheeks. At some point, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and on some level, I wonder if I’m trying to stave off the violence that is brewing in my chest. I want to rip this girl apart, fuck her until we’re both raw, bruised and gasping. But I can’t. No one I’ve ever been with has been capable of takingallof me, so on instinct, I keep myself in check.

Reaching down, I slide my hand beneath her and finger her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Strong and steady, I apply just the right amount of pressure, and her body starts coming to life.

Lux moans into the sheets, her hands curling into fists. “I can’t. It’s too much,” she breathes on the heels of a whimper.

Our bodies are glistening with sweat, our breath sawing from our lungs as I continue to thrust, rubbing her clit.

“Say my name,” I command, on the brink of complete ruin. I need to hear it. I need to hear my name on her perfect-fucking-lips.

“Roman,” she groans into the sheets. “Please.”

But I don’t let up, I don’t show her any mercy. I drive into her with more force, each harsh stroke slamming against her, jolting her body. Her hair is a wet mess of sweat, sticking to the side of her face, hiding her expression from me, and I want it. I want to see her face when she comes. It’s what this whole thing is about, witnessing that one, single moment in time, and capturing it in my mind. That moment when I pour myself into her and we become irrevocably entwined.

Removing myself from her pussy briefly, I flip her over onto her back. She’s panting, sweating, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes.

With a smile, I push back into her ass, taking her to the hilt. The second I’m inside her, her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent scream that I capture with a kiss. I’m not gentle. I’m not merciful. For the first time, I unleash the monster inside me.

Slamming into her–hard—I tear my lips away from her mouth, and kiss my way down her neck, to her full, beautiful breasts, then I bite down, pulling her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, until she screams out. When I finally pull my head away, I see bite marks, and instead of feeling guilty, a deep sense of satisfaction fills me.

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