Page 32 of Perfect
“You taste fucking amazing,” he says, hovering over me and leaning down to kiss me, dragging his tongue across mine, every part of his mouth tasting of me. When he pulls away, I whine inprotest, and he laughs quietly as he stands up and undoes his pants.
“I can’t wait any more, either,” he says as the rest of his clothes drop to the floor. I turn my head and stare at his cock for a long moment, my eyes widening before I look up at him and shake my head quickly.
His expression turns smug instantly. “Oh, you can take it,” he purrs, stroking himself slowly as he kneels between my legs, notching the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. One of his hands buries itself in my hair and he holds my head in place, staring into my eyes with an intense expression. I can’t look away from him and I can feel him pressing into me, feel the weight of his body on top of me, and I start hyperventilating.
He pushes inside of me in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a shout, and I scream, arching up into him as much as I can, the stretch burning and the pressure aching as my body tries to adjust to the feeling of him inside of me.
He’s too much, and I can’t relax around him.
Theo lets out a long, low moan and doesn’t move for a minute, his body tense and heavy on mine as he takes deep, shaky breaths. We stay there for a minute, tense and still and quiet before Theo presses soft kisses along my neck, groaning in pleasure.
“You feel so much better than I imagined,” he says quietly against my skin, and I start sobbing hard, barely able to take a breath. Theo lifts his head, looking down at me with wide, shocked eyes, and he smiles a little.
“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers, “I feel it, too.” He kisses me sweetly as he pulls out slowly. “It’s like you were made for me,” he says quietly against my lips as he starts fucking me with long, slow strokes. I slam my eyes shut to get away from him, but he’s all I can feel and hear and smell and taste.
I can’t process what’s happening anymore, because my terrified mind is trapped somewhere deep inside my body, and my body only wants to feel good. I can’t move, so all I can do is take him, gasping over and over at the sharp pain followed by a dull ache as he starts to slam into me too deeply.
“That’s it, take it just like that,” he pants, thrusting impossibly deeper. He kisses my neck, biting gently as his pace picks up, his breathing getting shallower. The sensation of him moving inside of me is agonizing, too much in every possible way, and my sobs turn into whimpers when the friction and the feeling of him becomes mind-numbingly exquisite. My leg starts twitching against the restraints, againsthim, and Theo’s answering moan is laced with approval.
“Come - for - me - right - fucking -now,” he grits out through his teeth, punctuating every word with a harsh thrust, and the low, commanding tone of his voice pushes me over the edge.
I scream, feeling like I’m on fire as wave after wave of orgasm rolls through my body, burning away anything that isn’t pleasure. Theo swears, keeping up his bruising pace for a moment, then makes a low, startled sound as his body tenses and his hips jerk several times before stilling.
As I come down from my orgasm, I can’t feel anything except him, his cock still hard and insistent inside of me, his large body heavy on mine, his breath hot on my neck.
“Oh,Alex,” he says in a soft voice, his thumbs wiping tears from my cheeks as he cradles my head, kissing my forehead gently. “You’re such a good girl, coming for me like that.” When he pulls out of me, I gasp at how empty I feel.
All I can feel now is emptiness.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I hear him say from somewhere far away, and my body begins to go numb as he gets up and undoes the ties at my ankles and wrists. My arms drop to the bed as he grabs the handcuff keys from his pants pocket andunlocks my wrists before he pulls me into him, whispering into my hair as he rubs his hands up and down my limp body.
It’s all too much.
I’m boneless in his arms, my eyes open but not seeing, not fully processing anything he’s saying or doing. I don’t know what will happen to me now that he’s done, but I know it won’t be good.
I’ve let so many terrible things happen to me, but at least this onefeltgood.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you,” he murmurs as he leans down to place a soft kiss on the top of my head. I don’t totally understand what he’s saying, so I just nod, and he makes a smooth, happy hum as he reaches down and pulls the duvet around us.
Am I cold?
I’m shaking, so I must be.
This kind of numbness is different than I’m used to.
I don’t feel cold or hollow the way I usually feel after sex. Instead, I’m warm and weightless, my body too relaxed and overwhelmed for my mind to take part in what’s happening.
Theo pulls me tight, petting my hair and kissing my face and praising me in a soft voice, telling me how good I was for him, how well I took it, how amazing I feel, how gorgeous I am when I come. I’m still shaking and wrung out and confused, but I let him hold me close, let him touch me and talk to me and kiss me.
It feels good, even though it shouldn’t.
Nothing about this should feel good.
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He says something in my ear, but his words skim across my mind, not landing anywhere before his lips press against my skin, kissing slowly down my body before he parts my legs. I’mnot really aware of what’s happening, just aware of the warm, slick feeling of his tongue, the tip of it flicking against my clit, the way it dips inside of me, the soft kisses he presses into my skin, the way his moans sound, the way his cock feels as he pushes in, the way his tongue glides against mine as we kiss, the way his heated skin and soft hair feel under my fingers.
I stay outside of my body, my mind somewhere far away, my body beyond feeling anything but pleasure, enjoying the last time I’ll feel good before I die. I let myself welcome him in and take what he’s giving me, let the way he sounds when he says my name make me feel warm, let him kiss me deeply and fuck me slowly until we come, let him keep my mind in a place where nothing makes sense and everything has a soft glow to it, and let the affection he’s giving comfort me until I drift away.
