Page 565 of The Tempted

She nodded quickly, and I pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling back and guiding my cock to her pussy. I inhaled sharply, lacing our fingers together and clamping them down against the floor over her head. Inch by inch I made my way inside of her, sweating as I painfully tried to force myself to go slow.

The sound of her short gasps as I worked my way inside of her aided in my restraint. I watched her face and when it began to contort with discomfort I dropped my mouth to her breast, taking her nipple between my teeth and taking her away from the pain of being stretched and filled with me.

I pulled out and charged back in, continuing to wreak havoc on her nipple, and brought my hand down between us, finding her clit with my fingers and began to massage the nub.

Her body began to respond, her back arched, and she slammed her feet onto the ground and used them for leverage as she pressed her pussy against me. She was tight, her cunt hugged my cock, squeezing it and making me lose my fucking mind.

She clawed my back with her nails as her body awakened, learning what it needed to do, how to move with mine and she began to work for her orgasm.

I started to lose control and my pace quickened. As I moved faster, I pressed hard against her clit and her pussy grew even wetter, making it easier for me to glide in and out.

“I’m going...it’s…oh God, Blackie I can’t stop,” she rambled, lifting her head off the floor as her fingers dug into my shoulders.

I was fucked…. staring at her, watching her come, knowing I’m the only one who did that to her was enough to send me over the edge. I lost my shit, and the gentleness faded as I started to fuck her like I’ve been dreaming of.

I pounded that pussy like both our lives depended on it, mercilessly, until she threw her head back and screamed.

Pleasure.

Pain.

Now she knew.

I dipped my head and sucked on her neck, knowing it’d be the first of many marks I left on her. I didn’t last much longer, slamming my dick into her three more times before tearing my mouth away from her neck and pulling my cock out.

Her body arched, her tits swollen and on display, calling for me. Our eyes caught for a brief second and it was like she could read my thoughts as her hands lifted to cup her breasts. She pushed them together, gave a slight nod of approval and I fucking went off, covering her with my release.

Mine.

She should’ve run away.

Never gave me a second glance.

Because now she’d never escape me.

Not after the dance our souls just took.

I swallowed hard, clearing my throat as I took a deep breath. She was a mess, we both were, but fuck me…I liked it. I liked staring at her, knowing I’m the one who made her like that. I reached out, shoving her hands out of the way and cupped her breasts, rubbing my release into her skin with the pads of my thumbs.

“I’m fucked,” I admitted, continuing to circle my thumbs as I glanced up at her. “You got me twisted, Lace, so fucking twisted that I want to forget who I was before you,” I rasped, leaning into her to steal another kiss from her sweet lips.

When I finally found the will to break away from her, I grabbed my shirt from the kitchen counter and went to work on cleaning her up. She grabbed the shirt from my hands, chucked it to the side pushing me down, forcing me on my back and crawling on top of me.

“I’m not going to break, Blackie,” she whispered, her finger outlining the Satan’s Knight’s tattoo on my chest before she looked up at me. “I’m stronger than you think,” she added. “I don’t want you to hold back because you’re afraid you’ll hurt me.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but she brought her finger to my lips and smiled.

“No, this time I get the last word,” she demanded, laying her head against my chest. “Hold me, Blackie. I’ve waited a long time to be in your arms.”

I reached over to the left of me, grabbed my jacket and draped it over her back wrapping my arms around her.

I didn’t say a word.

Not one.

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