Page 55 of Can You Take It?

With a ferocious hunger, he claims my mouth, drawing blood from my lip in the intensity of our kiss. I can feel the metallic tang, and I know that I’ve provoked him. I bite him back, deliberately knowing that he’ll hurt me for biting him back, but I can’t stop myself.

His other hand travels down to caress the length of my scar, the rough touch sending shivers down my spine. His hand slides lower, slipping inside my pants, and I realize I’m wearing way too many layers. My jeans were his idea, and I see the regret in his eyes as he snaps the button, letting them fall to the floor. The dresser digs into my back, but the sensation of his fingers finding my clit makes me forget the discomfort. Richard is anything but gentle. He pulls at my clit, tugging it roughly before using his thumb to draw slow, sinful circles. I’m dripping wet, making a mess on his fingers.

“Fuck,” I moan pushing myself closer to his hand. I want this as much as he does.

Richard’s fingers leave my clit, and I feel the slick wetness they’ve collected as he moves them, probing at my entrance. It’s a teasing, agonizing touch, and I arch my back, silently begging for more.

But he isn’t pushing his fingers inside like I want, and the frustration is maddening. I press my hips down, craving the feeling, but Richard’s hold keeps me just where he wants.

“Do you want me to make you come, baby?” he growls. I nod, because I am pretty sure my need is evident in my eyes.

He slightly tips his finger inside, just enough to make me gasp, before pulling it back. “You know what I want to hear,” he says.

I don’t respond with words. Instead, I forcefully try to move under his grip, pushing my hips to impale myself on his hand, but Richard is unyielding. The frustration is building, my body aching for more. He’s playing with me, teasing me in the most agonizing way.

He teases me further, just the tip of his finger sliding inside, and it makes my walls clench around him almost immediately. But the pleasure is short-lived as he pulls it out, denying me what I crave.

In incoherent words, I beg, “I want your fingers inside me, Richard.”

A wicked grin spreads across his lips. “That’s my good girl.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, and the sensation is like a shockwave of pleasure. I can’t hold back the moans as he fills me, stretching and pushing me to the brink.

“Feel that, baby?” he whispers, his voice a seductive purr. “Feel how fucking tight you’re gripping me.”

I can’t respond with words. His fingers move with a rough rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing and pressing, making me squirm and writhe beneath him.

He continues to praise me with dirty words, igniting the fire inside me. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Izel. You love it when I make you scream, don’t you?”

“Please,” I beg, “Richard... I can’t... take it...”

He smirks, his grip on my clit tightening even further. “You can take it, Izel. You can take all of me.”

I moan louder, unable to deny the truth in his words. He’s pushing me to the edge, and I can feel the orgasm building, a storm of desire that’s about to consume me.

With one final, cruel tug on my clit, I shatter. My moans turn into cries of pleasure, and I clench around his fingers, unable to control the waves of ecstasy that wash over me.

Richard unzips his pants, and his cock springs free, an imposing presence that captures my attention. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen, long and hard, with veins pulsating beneath the skin. My breath quickens as I take it in, my eyes fixed on the monstrous thing in front of me.

I’ve never taken something this big, not that I’ve paid much attention to sizes, but it’s like some innate instinct, a girl thing that tells me what I can and cannot handle. And this... this is something else entirely.

I can’t tear my eyes away from it, and my breathing becomes erratic.

“Impressed?” Richard comments.

He places his cock at my entrance, and just as he’s about to push forward, I blurt out, “Stop.” It’s a word I’ve haven’t used in a long time because saying “stop” has never actually stopped anything. But this time, something’s different.

I look into his eyes, a desperate plea in my own. “Richard, please... stop.”

To my surprise, he does. His grip on my waist loosens, and he steps away from me, his cock still fully erect.

Richard plants a soft kiss on my cheek, and I’m about to speak, but he places a finger on my lips, effectively silencing me. He leans in, rubbing his still-hard cock against my pussy, and I can feel the delicious friction, a temptation that’s hard to resist. I want him, I really do, but the memories of those monsters thathave haunted me for so long loom in my head, and I can’t ignore them.

“I’m not a very patient man, but I will wait for you.”

With that, he stuffs his cock back into his pants and removes his shirt, extending it towards me. But I’m not taking it just yet. Instead, I’m busy staring at his hard muscles, the veins that travel from his arms to his neck. I want to leave my mark on him just as he’s left his marks on me.

“If you look at me like that for a second longer, I’ll pick up where we left off, and no amount of begging will make me stop.”

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