“Give me your hands.”
Surprisingly, she doesn’t hesitate, and I bite back a grin, locking the handcuffs around her wrists at the center of her back.
“Fuck, Mila,” I breathe, my hands roaming over the lace straps at her waist. “You look so fucking pretty like this. Waiting for my cock. Do you remember your safeword?”
“Always.”
“Good girl.”
I slip the material of her panties to the side, gritting my teeth at wetness between her legs.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, but first, I need inside you,” I murmur. I step back, kicking off my shoes and jeans, and slip back on the bed behind her. My knees press hers further apart, and she hisses through her teeth as I push her even further.
“Keep them here,” I order, my hand gripping her hip while the other strokes my cock slowly.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her spine, right over the scar. I take my cock out of my jeans, fisting it in my palm and biting back a groan at the friction.
“You’ve always been strong, Mila,” I tell her, aligning my cock with her entrance. “You just needed to prove it to yourself.”
And then I’m driving inside her.
She screams, her hands reaching for something, but she can’t move. Not when I’ve got her cuffed and trapped underneath me, my cock buried halfway inside her tight, wet heat. I surge forward, fucking her rough and fast. Giving her everything we’ve both been fucking aching for since we left for that godforsaken party.
The headboard bangs against the wall, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll rebuild the entire fucking house if I can fuck her on every single surface I can think of. Anything I can get before I’m gone.
I drive inside her, bottoming out in her pussy, and she lets out a groan at how deep it goes. My cock pulses as her pussy clenches around me, begging me to fuck her until she’s shaking, but I stave myself off. I want to enjoy this. I want her to feel me inside her for days.
“Feel how tight you are, just begging for me?” I taunt, twisting the rubber around in a full circle. She jerks forward, and I chuckle, slipping it out before pushing it back in. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.”
“Christian,” she mewls, clutching at the comforter.
My balls slap against her clit, and I lose myself in the feel of her soft skin beneath mine. I pull her harder against me, the sounds of our bodies filling the room as her eyes roll back in her head. Her knees buckle as the first orgasm rips through her. Her muscles pulse around my cock, and I let out a sharp hiss at the tightness.
“That was one,” I say in her ear, and she shivers, whimpering as I keep the same brutal pace. “Let’s see how many we can get.”
Grabbing the lube, I pop the cap and pour some along the curve of her ass. It glistens in the moonlight streaming through the window.
“Breathe out for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, then releases it. I slip my fingers through the lube, slowly fucking her with my cock still inside her pussy, and press against the tight ring of muscles. She tenses, and I run my other hand up her back to calm her.
“Keep breathing, Mila. Let me in.”
A shiver moves down her spine, and her breath hitches, but I move slowly, working my finger into her tight heat.
“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” I rasp, groaning at the way she accepts me. I work my finger in and out of her, loosening her up before slipping back to add a second. Her body struggles against the sensation, so I strum my fingers over her clit in slow movements, matching the rhythm of my cock in her pussy. “How do you feel?”
Fuck, I’m going to come if I don’t get inside her.
“Good,” she trembles, her nails digging into the bed beneath her.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she purrs, her words ending on a breathless sound when I twist a third inside.
“It’s going to be uncomfortable, but you’ll crave it by the time I’m done with you.”
I roll my hips into her, fucking her ass with my fingers and her pussy with my cock. I clench my teeth, my balls drawn up tight.