Page 66 of The Opposite of Romance
I want him to fully snap, relinquish all control. Maybe it’s a naïve, dangerous thought. Maybe I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. But right now, it’s the only thing I can think about.
Feeling the full range of his passion. After being left out in the cold for too long, I want him to ignite me.
He picks up on my signals and slips his hands into my hair. The touch of his fingers is a soft caress, but it feels like a warning.
“Open wide.” His voice is loud and measured.
I do as I’m told, and I’m rewarded by the taste of his thick cock inside of my mouth. A moan escapes me, pushing him to the breaking point.
He lowers my head roughly on his cock, hitting the back of my throat. A gagging sound fills the room, but it only spurs him on. His moves turn from apprehensive to rough as he fucks my mouth with fervor. I’m dripping wet, the thought of him using me for his pleasure intoxicating. He continues his assault, but the pressure becomes too much for me. Not the pressure of his cock in my mouth, but the pressure of my throbbing clit. My hands sneak down to my pussy. Bringing some wetness to my clit, I rubit in quick circles, and the feeling makes me moan around his cock.
“Shit,” he groans, noticing what I’m doing, and soon, he’s pulling me off him. “Did this make you hot? Feeling my cock in your pretty little mouth?” I nod. “You look too fucking good like this. I need to be inside you. Now.” He ends the sentence on a growl, pulling me up and throwing me on the bed, face first.
He raises my hips until my ass is in the air and delivers a long lick from my clit all the way to my asshole.
“Fuck, you taste good. But I need to feel you clench around me. I need this pussy like I need my next breath.”
A shiver runs through me. I know exactly what he’s talking about. I need his cock inside of me more than I ever needed anything. I need his body flush to mine, so I can feel every inch of his skin. “Yes, fuck. I need you, too,” I pant out.
His hands land on my ass cheeks, more of a grab than a slap, and the air is sucked from my lungs when he slams his cock into me. I push forward, my reflexes avoiding his onslaught, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. He slows down, pulling me back on his cock, slowly. But that won’t do.
“No, please. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Like you mean it.” My attempts to catch my breath interrupt each word.
Fortunately, it’s enough to make him listen.
He slams back into me, and I let out a strangled moan. “Yes!”
His moves are slow but rough as he bottoms out inside of me, again and again.
“This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Thinking. I wasn’t. Into. You.” Each word is enunciated with a thrust, blanking my thoughts. With each word, he hits a spot deep inside of me, a spot that makes me see stars.
“Do you get it now, Sadie? Do you get how much you turn me on?”
I release a whimper, but it’s not enough for him. He slows down until he’s deep inside, but unmoving. My hips roll back, trying to get him to move, but he doesn’t. One of his hands stopsmy hips while the other pulls me by my hair, up to a kneeling position. I feel his breath on my neck and it connects directly to my clit.
“I’ve asked you a question, Sadie.” He rubs his rough stubble over my neck, his voice serious. “Do you get how much I like you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Good,” he whispers into my ear, and rewards me with another punishing thrust.
It’s too much. His cock is too hot and too thick. The pressure on my scalp too overwhelming, and when he brings his other hand on my clit, there’s no way for me to stop the impending climax.
It starts low in my core, flooding me entirely as I pulse around his cock, and he rubs my clit throughout it. My eyes are closed, but my vision is filled with strobe lights, and the only thing keeping me upright is his hand wrapped around my waist.
“Shit,” he mutters, pulling out of me. Warm liquid hits my back as his groans ring in my ears.
His head drops to my shoulder, his breaths heavy and I almost feel like he’s … shaking. “I’m sorry … I didn’t wear a condom.” His voice is remorseful.
“That’s ok,” I whisper, turning to him. “I’m clean. And I have an IUD.” I place a soft kiss on his jaw. “It’s not like the chances of me conceiving would be great, anyway. I’m not the age of your typical conquest.”
It’s a joke, but it falls on deaf ears. His brows furrow, showing clear discontent at my self-deprecating joke.
After a second too long, he clears his throat. “I’m clean, too. But I think I should clean you up now.”
“That’d be great.”
Using the scraps of my clothing, he cleans the remains of his cum off my back with a gentle touch. When he’s done; he turns me around and kisses me thoroughly. His tongue wrestles with mine at a leisurely pace, as if we have all the time in the world.
