Page 18 of Twisted Little Thing

He is big and stretches me with every single one of his brute thrusts inside me. The pain causes me to wince and cry. But soon, those cries turn into outbursts of release and lust as I take him in, meeting him thrust for thrust.

I want to touch him, to see him – and neither is possible, because of my blindfold and restraints. It drives me mad.

His thrusts intensify, growing faster and deeper with every moment that passes. I feel my orgasm already approaching.

"Close your eyes!" he orders.

"Why?" I blurt out. I am already blindfolded – what is this about?

"Do it!" he adds, fucking me extra hard to underline his command.

I do as I am told. And just a moment later, I come to understand his demand.

He removes the blindfold from my eyes and even though the room is not brightly lit, my eyes need to adjust from the complete darkness. I carefully open them and am finally able to see him again.

He is smiling down at me, his buff chest glistening with a hint of sweat. He is still holding my legs up, allowing him to enter me as deeply as possible.

I can feel my entire center clenching around him, edging him on.

He leans forward to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth as he continues fucking me mercilessly.

"I'm gonna c –"

"Oh, yes you will," he interrupts me breathily.

He straightens up and moves his right hand toward my center.

I let out a cry of desire when he starts rubbing my clit, his beautiful, rock-hard erection still pounding relentlessly in rhythm inside me.

"You are going to come," he hisses. "Because I want you to!"

His words and his hand on my clit are all I needed. I groan and arch my back, throwing my head back as far as possible, as my orgasm claims control of me.

I come hard, my muscles clenching around him as if my body is trying to trap him, to make him stay inside me forever.

And he feels it. Through half-closed eyes, I can see him losing control, as well, as he finds his release inside me. I cannot believe we are actually climaxing together, our moans and groans a symphony of insane pleasure.

This has never happened to me before. Not like this. Not after I just met someone.

Then again, there have been a lot of firsts this night.

***

I return home the next morning, unsure what to tell Yuka. That I have had a one-night stand? It would not be the first, even after the short time we have lived together – though I am not proud to admit that.

But what happened between me and Evan last night appears to be so much more. The sex was so intense, so different, so intimate. As if I have known him forever.

After our first climax together, he untied my sore wrists and we took advantage of the whirlpool in his luxury hotel room. He wrapped his strong arms around me and his hands soon wandered off to other places, teasing and caressing my most sensitive spot. There was nothing I could do. He made me come again, one hand closing around my throat to gently choke me while the other played havoc with my swollen clit. I didn’t think I’d have another in me, but he proved me wrong.

I was worn out, tired, but completely satisfied when he wrapped me in a soft, giant towel afterwards and – despite my protest – put me into bed next to him, where I dozed off in his arms.

There are so many questions I want to ask him. But he was unwilling to answer any of them. He hushed me last night, and he did it again this morning. He also insisted on his "No arguments" rule and ignored my protest when he called a car to take me home. Not a cab, a limousine.

"You don't have to impress me anymore," I joked as he accompanied me downstairs to the lobby. "You got what you wanted, remember?"

He casts me a concerned look. "And you didn’t?"

I blushed. That was a stupid thing to say. Why did I have to keep insulting him?

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