Page 74 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

He chuckles darkly. “No. You still have a good three inches to go.” With that, he thrusts his hips forward and spears me to the hilt, until I feel his pelvis snug against my ass. “There. Now you’re taking all of me.”

I blackout for a second, my body entering a forced reboot mode as I struggle to accept him. He’s so thick and long, it feels like he’s poking at my uterus.

And something is. Something metallic that’s pressing against the softest parts of me.

“You’re not the only one with a piercing.” He breathes against the shell of my ear and I shiver. Oh God, his dick is pierced.

I didn’t think that was something I was into, but my skin heats and flushes and my pussy tightens around him in response. I can’t deny that it turns me on and brings me to new levels of arousal.

His mouth comes down and he licks up the column of my neck before biting down on my skin, marking me like an animal.

His forehead rests on my shoulder as he catches his breath, like not moving inside me requires superhuman effort.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulls back and thrusts into me once, powerfully. I moan brokenly at the way he shoves roughly into me, my muscles giving way to his dominance. “Your pussy’s pushing my dick out every time I pull out. I don’t know if that makes you a good girl or a bad girl.” He slaps my ass, hard, and I cry out.

His hands come down to grab my hips in a controlling grip as he starts moving inside me in sure, sharp thrusts. He strokes into me at a steady but brutal pace, every thrust of his hips making me cry out as he bottoms inside me.

I can’t believe this is happening. I still feel like I’m hallucinating, that soon I’ll blink my eyes awake and realize that I dreamed the whole thing up. It feels unreal that not only are Phoenix and I having sex, but he’s taking my virginity up against a wall in a dirty alley where he assaulted another man just ten minutes ago.

All I can focus on is the maddening lust consuming me as he pumps into me.

“Oh…oh, putain…,” I moan in time with his thrusts.

He grabs my jaw and tips my head back by my chin, looking into my face from above.

“I haven’t heard you speak this much French in a long time,” he says, and it’s even more overwhelming and intimate having him look me directly in the eye as he pounds into me. “I know that means you love it. Who knew a good girl like you could like it so rough?”

I inadvertently clench my muscles in response and he curses, dropping his forehead against mine. “Don’t do that.” He warns, spanking my ass again, “You don’t get to make me come until after you have.”

His hand wraps around my front and he slaps my clit.

My head snaps forward and out of his grasp as my body jumps at the sudden contact. He smacks it again and my legs buckle, my cheek falling against the wall.

Next, he takes three fingers and rubs them in circles against my clit as he thrusts harder and faster than before.

“Phoenix…,” I moan.

There’s no warning. One second, I’m arching away from his touch, trying to lessen the painful pleasure, the next I come with a loud scream. My pussy clamps down so hard on Phoenix’s cock that a delicious burn flames my muscles.

He grunts and pumps a couple more times before he bottoms out inside me and stills.

I feel cum spurt out of his cock and inside me as he holds me tightly against him by my hips, making sure that every drop stays inside.

We stay like that for a few seconds, with his dick still buried inside me and his body draped over mine as we both work to catch our breaths.

The moment is broken by whistling and cheering to our left. I whip my head around and see two men at the mouth of the alley, their faces masked by the darkness and made indistinguishable.

I don’t know how much they can make out of me, but their next words reveal they know exactly what just happened between us.

“Yeah, fuck her good, mate.” The first one jeers, his friend clapping him on the shoulder as he shouts suggestive promises my way. Both of their speeches are slurred, like they’re about fifty sheets to the wind.

Panic consumes me as I step away from Phoenix and rip my skirt back down over my ass. I hear Phoenix zip himself up and turn, staying close to me in a move that I think is meant to hide my body from them.

“Fuck off,” he barks, taking a menacing step towards them and making them scamper away. “Dead men.” He mutters to himself.

When he turns back around, I’m finished righting my clothes and working on trying to control my mass of now tangled hair.

His eyes rake over me, his gaze unreadable as he takes me in from head to toe. His glare stops on my wrist as I push my hair behind my ear and his eyes narrow.

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