Page 15 of Always Salty

“No!” I all but blurted. “That’s not part of the fantasy.”

His hands stilled at my hips where he’d begun fisting my dress up inch my inch without moving his hand placement.

“You want it raw, darling?” he asked.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and said, “Yeah.”

He rammed his cock home, and I screamed.

The only thing that kept that scream from penetrating the darkness was his hand that covered my mouth in anticipation.

I didn’t think it was possible, but all of a sudden, I was right there again.

The need.

The buildup.

It all led to this moment right here…

“By the way…” he breathed as he pulled almost all the way out. “I’m not Craig.”

Shock tore through me, then the most absolute of pleasures.

The terror and fear, combined with the overwhelming pleasure, was really fucking me up.

I didn’t know how to react.

I didn’t know what to do.

But my body did.

My body opened to him.

It flared to life with each drag of his cock against my sensitive nerve endings.

He was big.

Really big.

Bigger than anything I’d ever felt before, and some of my exes hadn’t been slouches in the girth department.

But they’d never had both girth and length.

And the man inside of me, the man I didn’t know, was fucking me in a way that I didn’t think I’d ever recover from.

The orgasm pulled me under, sucking me straight into the darkness.

The only thing visible were stars as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in reaction.

His body continued to pound into mine. His hand in my hair roughly pulled my head to the right.

And the other hand on my hip was squeezing so damn tight that I’d be wearing his bruises there tomorrow.

But he didn’t stop.

Not when my feet couldn’t hold me anymore.

Not when I was gasping so hard for breath.

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