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This time, when he climbed between my thighs, I eagerly wrapped them over his wide hips. I barely managed to keep a grip on him.
Was he always this big?
The darkness shrouded everything, even the light in the hall was off, so I couldn’t see him. But I felt him leaning over me, like an enormous energy that overflowed with dark power.
I couldn’t remember feeling so small against him, but I found it strangely empowering. Like despite all that, he was under my control.
He leaned down, kissing me until I was panting again. Two massive fingers filled me with gentle, tentative strokes as if he were afraid he’d break me. He released my lips when he found my G-spot and I moaned like the whore I was.
He kept adding fingers, stretching me beyond what I thought I was capable of handling.
I wanted to give some snappy retort about how I didn’t need that much of a warm-up for his cock, but my brain cells simply couldn’t. The orgasm slowly building in my gut wouldn’t allow it.
Just a little more.It was so close I could fucking taste it, when he removed his fingers from me.
I whined at the sudden loss of the satisfaction that was right there for the taking. His dark chuckle gave me goosebumps and made my heart pound harder against my breastbone.
He rubbed his cock over my overly sensitive clit, before slowly entering me.
I gasped at the sudden too full feeling that I didn’t recognize. Inch by inch, he filled and stretched me in a way that couldn’t have been natural.
He hissed as if it was too much for him. The sounds of wood cracking barely broke me out of the stupor he had me in, but even that couldn’t take away my focus.
By the time he was flush to me, as deep as he could go, I could barely breathe. Surely this man was all the way into my lungs.
That strange growl left him again, and all it did was make me clench around his massive dick. Every nerve I had quivered, unable to handle the pressure.
Part of me knew there were questions to ask, but that part was shut down for maintenance.
He leaned into my ear, his breathing labored in a way that made me feel like a goddess. “You’ll never out run me. There is no escape for you now. You are mine.”
His hips slowly pulled back, and I sighed into the sensation. When he thrusted back in, it was with a brutal snap that moved the entire bed. A silent warning of what the punishment would be if I tried to run again.
The desire was too much. When my orgasm hit, it was the fourth of July. My toes curled into his sides, as every muscle locked down to endure the pure ecstasy flooding my veins.
He came with me, letting out a howl that sent goosebumps down my arms again. A tiny piece of me had the sudden urge to run, but I was fairly certain that my legs couldn’t do that, even if I really wanted to.
His hot cum filled me, and I locked my legs harder. Loving the heat pouring into me, making my eyes roll back even further.
I was eternally his.
He leaned down to kiss me again, before flopping to the side. The springs of the mattress screamed under his sudden weight, and I got out a breathless laugh. “I’m pretty sure this mattress is from the fifties. Be gentle.”
“I’m not gentle.” But he chuckled along with me, his long nail running between my breasts.
I hummed. “I beg to differ.”
He understood what I meant and leaned to whisper in my ear. “That doesn’t mean I’m gentle, that means you like it hard and rough.”
No doubt I’d be feeling every thrust in the morning, but it would be worth it. Almost worth the terror I felt running away from him.
I lazily scanned the room, but we were in complete darkness. It suddenly hit me. “You didn’t use a condom?”
“A what?”
Fuck. “Don’t play dumb.”
You fucking fell for it, Madison. Hook. Line. Sinker. He got you.“You’re trying to knock me up. I knew better than to trust you.”
