Page 80 of Make Them Bleed
“Always.” I steal his own words.
His eyes bore into mine as he hooks one leg under the crook of his arm. He slams his dick inside me, and it feels like he’s sliding into home. He pins me in place, slamming his cock deeper inside me.
“Yes,” I chant over and over.
With one hand he holds my hands in place, above my head, tethered together by his shirt. With the other he grips my ass, my leg flung over his shoulder. The sound of each push and pull echoes throughout my apartment.
He keeps pounding as my body builds toward my own release. I chase it, trying my hardest to get there as quickly as I can. It’s a rush, for sure.
Arrow’s gaze anchors to mine, our foreheads pressed together as we trade the same thin ribbon of breath. With every slow blink,constellations burst behind my eyes. I am wildly, ruinously in love. I’m so far gone it feels a little unhinged.
But that’s a perfect way to describe us. We’re unhinged in the best possible way.
“I love you, Juno,” he says at the exact moment I think it. “I’ve always been in love with you.”
I want to touch him, but my hands are tied. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’m not afraid of that thought. “I love you too. I trust you, Arrow.” And I do. More than anyone. More than I trust myself.
He buries his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. He groans as he continues thrusting his dick deeper and deeper inside me. He lifts his head slightly, glancing down at my stomach.
“Look,” he whispers, and I glance down at my stomach. “That slight bulge in your abdomen is me.”
“Is that your dick?”
He flicks his eyes up at me for a quick second before glancing back down at my tummy. “Yes, that’s my dick and I’m showing you where I belong. So deep inside you. You’re mine.”
“Yes. More, please.”
He pulls his dick all the way out, and then slams back into me with all his force. The couch scrapes across the floor as he does, and I beg for more. He does it again, and I beg for him to fuck me harder.
On the next thrust, I come in an array of bright colors and vibrating cells. I try to catch my breath, but before I can, Arrowflips me over, wrapping a condom around his dick before I can even question where it came from.
“Suck,” he says, pushing a finger into my mouth.
I do as I’m told, and he pushes another finger into my mouth.
He adds a bit of his own saliva and then his finger rubs around my ass, and he coats his cock with my juices and the spit. He enters my forbidden hole, and I suck in a breath.
“Breathe, Juno. You have to relax. I promise I’ll go as slowly as you need me to.”
I relax, letting my muscles turn fluid which is easier to do after my orgasm. “Do it.”
He pushes in until he’s all the way in, and then stills so I can get use to the feeling of it. “You’re doing so fucking well.”
I breathe, willing my body to accept the intrusion. “Arrow, I feel so full.”
He rocks gently at first, hissing low through his mouth at the intense pleasure it must bring him. “Fuck, you’re incredible. So fucking tight.” He rocks again, and then one more time.
I get used to the feeling, and after a few more minutes it actually starts to feel really good. Not better than sex, but different. It’s all so foreign, and I’m digging it.
“Push in a little harder. I can take it,” I tell him, finally getting my hands free of his shirt.
He does as I ask, always. That’smy Arrow. “Juno, your ass feels too fucking good.” He pushes in a little harder until he’s fucking my ass. One hand squeezes one of my ass cheeks. The other runs up and down my back.
“Fuck me harder,” I shout, and neighbors be damned.
Arrow smacks my ass as he slams into me. “I’m so fucking close.”
My own body builds toward that inevitable release once more, and I push my own hand between my legs, finding my clit so I can get off in rhythm with him.
