Page 96 of Brutal Reign
“I’ll pull out,” he rasps.
I stiffen. “When was the last time you were tested?”
His expression darkens, and he pulls back to look into my eyes, his cock nudging at my entrance.
“I haven’t touched anyone in five years, Hope. Since we were together. Not for lack of options, but because no one else compared to you or how you made me feel.” He pulls me closer,his arm tightening around my back with a fierce, possessive grip. “You ruined me for all other women.”
My breath stutters in my lungs. “I-I can’t believe that.”
“Believe it, angel moy. I hate that someone else got to touch you,” he husks out, “but it doesn’t matter because you’re mine now.”
His confession steals the air from my lungs.
Five years.
He’s been celibate for five years because of me?
I search his eyes for any hint of deception but find only raw truth.
I want to tell him no one else has ever touched me either, but the lie it threatens to reveal is too big, too dangerous. So instead, I lean into the only truth I can handle right now.
“I need you.”
His pupils blow wide as he positions himself at my entrance. But instead of thrusting in, he pauses, his massive frame caging my small body against the shower wall. The head of his cock nudges against my opening, and I’m reminded exactly how big he is—how big everything about him is compared to me.
Before surging forward, he slides two thick fingers inside me. He works me slowly, methodically, adding a third finger that makes me whimper at the fullness.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my neck, his free hand supporting my weight. “Let me stretch this tight little cunt for my cock.”
When he finally notches himself at my entrance again, I can feel how much bigger his cock is than his fingers. His broad head pushes forward, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out at the intense stretch.
“Breathe, baby,” he commands. “You can take me. You were made for me.”
The burn is intense as he works himself inside. My frame trembles in his massive arms, completely at his mercy as he claims me with careful, controlled thrusts that still feel perfect and overwhelming.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you properly?” His voice sounds strained with the effort of holding back.
I nod, barely able to breathe, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
A low growl rips from his chest, years of need finally breaking free. My head falls back against the tile, as he drives into me with deep, punishing thrusts that make my vision blur. His mouth claims mine, teeth dragging across my lower lip, as he swallows every sound that comes spilling out of me.
“Five years of dreaming about this pussy, and nothing compares to the real thing.”
He pulls out enough to make me whimper, then slams back in, setting a pace that leaves no room for thought. My eyes roll back in my head as pleasure sears through me in wild, reckless waves.
“You’re so wet I can feel you dripping down my cock.”
With that, he releases a harsh sound of approval and grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other holds me in place. He starts to thrust harder, deeper, until the slap of skin on skin echoes off the walls and I feel him everywhere.
His mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping down the column of my neck. The coil in my belly winds tighter as he lifts me higher, letting my breasts drag along his chest.
“Come all over me. Let me feel that greedy little pussy choke my cock.”
A broken moan tears from my throat as I come undone. He holds me there, pounding into me, dragging every last drop of ecstasy from my body.
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THIRTY-FIVE
