Page 73 of His Black Onyx

It's a vague statement, and he meets it with an equally vague response. Arching his eyebrows, he leans forward, his eyes still locked on mine, and I can feel his hand move between my legs. A groan flees my lips when he stretches me with his fingers, using not one but two at once.

"More?" he presses. "Like this? Is this what you want?"

He adds a third finger before I get a chance to respond, causing my entire body to jerk up as he stretches my channel. I'm so wet that he glides inside with ease, effortlessly rocking back and forth when he begins fucking me with his fingers.

I throw my head back into the mattress, gasping when he presses his thumb on my swollen clit. My legs part impossibly further, testing the rope while my body spasms out of control. I feel the need to move, to kick and turn, to give room to these overwhelming sensations.

But I can't. The rope is keeping me firmly in place, only allowing me to make a small range of motions that don't even come close to giving me room to move—and it makes everything that much more excruciating, that much better.

"Fuck me," I exclaim, followed by another heated kiss of flush on my cheeks. My request fills me with shame, but that doesn't matter as much as my hungry need for him.

He said to tell him what I want, and he said he'd give it to me.

"Fuck me, please."

I can hear him chuckling, and then he removes his hand. I lift my head up, my eyes following in shock as he retreats.

No! Is he going to do it again? Is he going to humiliate me just like he did the last time?

He promised he wouldn't...

I'm still driven by that worry, even when he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest underneath. He looks like a statue, I can't describe it any other way. Tanned skin stretches over a chiseled physique, his muscles bulging as he moves. The tattoo on his skull runs all the way down to his shoulder, stopping right above his collarbone. I'm a little surprised to see that it appears to be his only tattoo, at least on this part of his body.

He reaches down to his belt, unbuckling it with a swift motion before unzipping his pants.

I'm torn between excitement and fear of being let down, until I see his hardened length spring free between his legs. The tip of his cock is glistening with precum and his entire girth appears to be throbbing with greedy hunger. He couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to.

I realize that I've been staring when he clears his throat, grabbing me by the hips and yanking me closer to himself, so that the tip of his thickness is teasing my entrance.

I'm holding my breath, bracing myself to be stretched by his massive size. It's been so long since I have been with a man, and I've never been confronted with anyone as ample as him.

"Are you on birth control?"

I hurry to nod, eager for him to proceed. "Yes, yes, I am," I answer breathlessly.

He moves forward, placing his cock so that the tip parts my lips, and I stiffen in anticipation. I'm so on edge, so aroused and high on a range of emotions that I've never experienced before—and he puts everything on hold now. With his steely length so close, almost ready to fill me and make me feel complete.

"Say it," he says under heavy breaths, placing his hands at the inside of my thighs to spread my legs further apart. "Say that you want it."

"Fuck me," I breathe, desperation running deep in my hoarse voice. "Please, fuck me."

I sound pathetic, like a bitch in heat with my focus on just this one thing—release. But I don't care. I have gone through hell these past few days and I haven't felt this good, this safe and blissful, in what feels like an eternity.

I deserve this.

I need this.

I need him.

He surprises me with one brute thrust forward, and I yelp as his erection stretches me. He doesn't pause, but drives himself inside of me again with one slow, merciless thrust. All of him.

For a moment, he doesn't move, but just watches me coil beneath him as his entire cock stretches me so much it almost feels as if he is tearing me apart.

I moan and gasp for air, my tied legs trembling as a wave of pleasure travels throughout my entire body.

He leans over me, supporting himself with his elbows next to my head while he moves his face close to mine, his heated breath caressing my skin as he fucks me.

And this is it, this is really it.

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