Page 56 of Guarded

My arms fall to the side, and my body feels like it might float up into oblivion. Just when I think I might pass out from the whirlwind of emotions, Nero lifts my hips, slides his cock out to the tip then pounds into me again.

Foreign noises fall from my lips.

I’m satiated, but I want more.

“I can’t be gentle.” He warns, his lips coming inches from mine.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

He pulls out of me and flips me to my stomach. I cry out when I feel the pain at the base of my neck where he’s gathered all my hair into his fist.

He pulls me up until I’m on all fours, and I push my ass back for him.

“You’re such a good girl,” he growls in satisfaction.

Anywhere his mouth can reach, he kisses and bites. This new angle has his cock hitting somewhere much more profound than he had before. I scream his name, and liquid heat courses from inside me down my thighs. He continues to pound into me until I think it will never end.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

Thrust

“I want to fuck you all day.”

Thrust

“Break you like a doll.”

Thrust

“You belong to me.”

I can barely register his words in my state of disorientation. My body is seconds away from giving out. He slams into me, his firm abs rippling against my ass.

His hips jerk, and his cock spasms inside me. With his loud grunt comes a warm liquid sensation that fills me. He holds me up by my hair and moves his hips in circles, grinding into me. When he finally releases me, I fall forward and slump to the bed. His fingers glide over my entrance as he gathers his cum and pushes it back into me.

“I want every ounce of my cum inside you.”

He turns me so I’m facing him. Through the haze of my orgasm, I swear there is an angelic glow around him. I reach up to touch his face. My eyes flutter, and I can’t fight the exhaustion. I can’t distinguish the dream grasping for me from the reality in front of me. I pray it’s in the physical realm and not a figment of my imagination when I feel his soft lips press a light kiss to my forehead.

I awaketo find Nero playing with a loose tendril of my hair. Immediately, I feel a superficial panic about the way I look, but my body is too sore to react. I woke up several times and found myself grinding into him.

My throbbing pussy is desperate for him to fill me up. The pain and pleasure were addicting. I had never been addicted to anything, but this dick was my new kryptonite.

He fucked me again, and again, and again. Pulling out multiple orgasms. Every single time rougher than before. He’d choke me harder, fuck me longer, and put my body in every position possible. Sex with Nero would be added to the list of most extreme workouts I have ever done.

The best part of it was the aftermath, where he’d clean me up and pull me into his arms. His warm body against mine feels safe, like a magnet calling me into him. I look into his dark eyes and cup his face in my hand. I can’t stop touching him. My cold feet find the warmth of his leg, and he hisses in response. He pulls away, but I grab on tighter and pull myself back into his chest.

“No. Don’t go yet.” I plead.

Jesus, do I sound desperate?

I feel his muscles flex under my embrace before he softens his body into mine.

“I fuck you one time, and you can’t let go.” He teases.

If he only knew how true his words are. I feel like I physically can not let go of this man. Which sucks because I know there are heavy conversations awaiting us. How do we go back to normal after this? Does he want normal? Do we detach and move on like nothing happened?

I want to ask a million questions, but I also don’t want to hurt my own feelings when I can’t face the truth. Emotions rise in my throat, and I push them down.

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