Page 1 of His Gift
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Harper
Pleasure.
So much pleasure that I don't think my body can take it. And I'm relaxed, cocooned in someone's arms. Someone who's fucking me so thoroughly that desire takes over any rational thought.
I should assess the situation, understand what's happening.
Screw understanding, I need to come, and I needit right now.
"Welcome back, my sweet girl." A deep, rough, masculine voice forces my eyes open. "Don't be scared. I'm here to make you feel good. I've been taking care of you since I saw you starting to wake up. Your pussy tastes like paradise and you're so wet now, so ready. Do you want to come, my gift?"
I need to come. And he keeps moving inside me, slowly, with perfect strokes that increase my need. He smells heavenly. His lips are everywhere, kissing me, tracing my jaw, his breath hot against my neck, his moans resounding in my ears and making me moan in response.
"Here you are, my sweet girl. Yes, like that. Scream for me. Yes."
I am screaming. So loudly, I can barely hear my heart racing. But I need more.
Need. Not want. I've never felt this way before.
"So good. I knew you'd be special. Give me more, sweet girl. You can give me more."
I have a hunch that if he let go of me and fucked me without restraints, I'd come again right now, but he doesn't seem willing to do so. His hands caress my skin, his black as sin eyes are fixed on me as if I might disappear any moment. His movements are gentle and unhurried, yet he has the ability to hit the right spot over and over, deep within me. And I shatter again, harder, my body convulsing under his.
Still, I need more. I don't think I can take it. I'm so tired, despite just waking up.
"Your eyes are closing. Next time we'll make it last longer, sweet girl." He thrusts harder and faster, climaxing inside me with a deep groan, his jaw clenched, his eyes closed, bliss written all over his face.
"You didn't wear protection," I slur, a coherent thought finally making its way through my sex-addled brain.
"I'm clean and I don't want kids. I took care of it on my part. I want you all for myself. Nothing and no one between us. Now sleep. We'll talk later."
He pulls away and turns me around, spooning me, his arms tight around my body, raining kisses on my head.
I should be scared shitless. I'm not. I let myself fall asleep as if I'm safe and protected.
I wake up way too soon, that need taking hold of me again, overshadowing everything else. Fingers working my clit, easing inside me at a maddening rhythm.
"I'm here. It's fine. I'm here for you." The same man pushes inside me with one deep, flawless thrust. I'm so wet and aroused that his roughness just enhances the sensations he elicits. This time he grabs my legs under the knee and lets go. He's pounding me with abandon and the first orgasm hits me almost immediately, followed by another one, and again and again. I'mscreaming, whining, begging him to stop and to make me come again. He keeps reassuring me and keeps going until we both come at the same time.
Once again, he pulls away and cocoons me from behind. My limbs are heavy with pleasure, and I'm struggling to breathe, while he seems completely in control.
"You did so good."
"Did… you… give me something?" I pant, dragging ragged breath after ragged breath.
"My attention and care, my gift. How do you feel?"
"It's impossible." I've never felt like I do now. My brain is not functioning right. My body is not in my control.
"Don’t ruin our first day together, sweet girl. You're here with me now. I'll take care of you."
I want to retort that I don't even know him, but it doesn't seem smart. He's been gentle so far, but his last answer carried some bite. I don't know where I am or what happened. I must tread carefully and stay on his good side. He's so much taller than me, his body packed with muscles, and his hold is unyielding. Plus, I'm boneless. Fighting is not an option.
"Don't tense. You're safe. I won't hurt you. I will take care of you forever." He's caressing my cheek, kissing my neck, his voice low and soothing. It's as if he's trying to calm down a scared pup. Fact is, I'm not really scared. I don't know why, but I'm not. Worried. Curious. Not scared.
It might be what he gave me—because sure as hell he did give me something. Or all the endorphins and dopamine running through my body.
