Page 58 of Pieces of Halves

“I want you to,” I whisper and move closer, my chest pressing against his. His hands dig into my hips, and the painsends ajolt of pleasure into my groin. Peering at him from under my lashes, I breathe out, “I offer myself to you.”

I swallow and wait for him to move. For a long moment, he stares at me intensely. Sliding his hand to my head, he rakes his fingers through my hair, gripping it. Every cell in my body becomes excited, preparing for this new experience.

“If you don’t like something, you have to tell me.” He pulls my head back and I gasp at how the slight burn of my scalp melts my insides. “I need to know that you will do that, baby,” he whispers into my neck, causing heat to travel on every part of my skin.

“I will,” I barely manage to get the words out.

“Promise me.” His voice lowers, making my core tighten.

“I promise.” The words come out desperate.

The grasp on my head intensifies, jerking me back. His other hand digs into my hip, pulling me close. His actions are firm when he kisses my neck, the desire evident in the way his chest moves against mine.

Groaning, he leaves hungry kisses along my jaw. Our lips meet, and the kiss becomes bruising as he slides his tongue into my mouth. Without pausing, he reaches under my nightgown and pulls it off my body, leaving me bare. My nipples harden, thrill rushing through my veins.

Grabbing my breast and squeezing it hard, he mumbles into my ear, his voice low and husky, “I’m going to use you and devour you.”

The words slam into my brain like a massive rock. My chest feels heavy, and heat travels into my core. When he says things like that, it feels safe and exciting. The idea of my body being at his disposal makes my vagina clench. My eyes flutter atthe roughness of his kneading against my sensitive mound, and I gasp, my lips parting.

Stopping, he grabs my waist and twists me around. It is fast and rough. Scrambling to stay on the velvety chaise, I drop on all fours, my knees and hands supporting me. My ass is in the air, my entrance is exposed. Through the fogginess of anticipation and pleasure, I hear the soft drop of fabric.

His fingers burry into the skin of my butt, his thumbs caressing around the tight opening. The pain and soft touch create a frenzy of emotions that make my clit throb and the need to have him intensify.

At the smoothness of his tip against the entrance of my vagina, I shut my eyes, the burn of his grasp against my skin causing something new to come alive in me. I jerk my hips into him, and he rams inside of me, filling and stretching me. It is hard, aggressive – violent almost. I savor it, my mind going fuzzy from the growing euphoria.

He continues with his thrusts – fast and deep. Jolts shoot through my body. The tension in my groin builds, desperate to explode. One hand moves to my waist to keep my body from falling off the chair, and the other massages around my other hole. His thumb presses on top of the rim, making me want more. The small pressure forces a satisfied whimper out of me, and my walls clench around his thickness.

The slapping of his skin against mine fills the room, pleasure saturating the air. His fingers wrap around my neck, lifting my upper body to press against his chest. The pressure around my throat increases, making everything blissfully spin.

It should feel wrong to be used and treated so roughly, but I am lost in beautiful bliss.

My breathing labored, I can barely contain the explosion. His hand moves higher to my mouth, clamping it shut. My eyes snap open from the shock, and my heart rate picks up.

“Scream for me, doll,” he growls, his hot breath huffing against my ear lobe.

Something in my mind cracks, flooding me with elating sensations. Every cell of my body vibrates and buzzes, pushing me to the verge of the orgasm. Following his command, I scream at the top of my lungs as I thrash. Legs shutting, my walls clench around him. He holds me steady, giving me another hard thrust. My sensitive nub throbs, letting the pleasure rush through me.

He notices my weakening muscles because he bends me over again, holding me like a rag doll, and keeps pumping. The friction of him inside of me prolongs the beautiful feeling.

His thumb is at my other hole again, pushing past the rim, creating new foreign pressure. I moan, balling my hands into fists. I am still throbbing, but this sensation builds another intense need.

My body shakes as he explores the rim of my asshole. The motion of him inside, his finger there, and the jostling of my body make it unbearable. I am ready to burst again. He grunts and slows. His cock spasms inside of me, the spilled cum tipping me over the edge. I drop my face on the cushion, letting the orgasm take over.

Barely catching my breath, with my eyes closed, I feel as if I am flying. Strong arms wrap around me, and I am pressed against Jacob’s firm and quickly moving chest. I am alive, my mind and heart flooding with safety and comfort.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, his voice soft.

Weakly, I peel my eyes open to look at him and nod with a small smile.

“How do you feel?” I ask, observing the way his lips soften.

His eyes lazily move to mine. Like always, he makes me feel wonderful things. I want to do the same for him.

“Like I am the luckiest man alive.” He smiles and presses a tender kiss on my lips. My heart blooms with something magnificently warm. Resting against the back of the chaise, he pulls me into himself. “You know something strange?” He runs a finger along my arm.

“What?” I whisper.

“When I am with you, the sound of your voice, your touch… it eases whatever this power-draining ailment is. It doesn’t make it go away, but it does dull it,” he says, his tone thoughtful.

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