Page 8 of Dress Rescue
Then I feel something hot pressing against my opening.
Something hot and hard and throbbing with desire.
“Ellis,” I say, a hint of panic in my voice. “Go slow. I’ve never been with someone so big before.”
He bends over my back. Puts his mouth against my ear. His hardness is grinding against my cunt. The tip touching my belly button. Wet and sticky and ready for action.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Sara,” he whispers. “I’m never going to hurt you.”
I turn my head to the side so I can look at him. Kiss him. Smile.
“I know.”
“Now hold on tight,” he growls. “Because I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t even know what day of the week it is.”
I smile at his joke. But when his length pushes through my inner walls, I start to think he might be right.
I’ve never felt anything like it before. Part pain, part pleasure. A swelling, intense reaction that makes me want to scream and run away and slam my ass back onto his piece as hard as I can all at the same time.
“So tight,” he says, thrusting slowly forward.
I reach between my legs and cup his balls in my hand. He likes that. I can tell by the way he says my name and starts fucking me faster. Like he can’t control himself. Like the feel of my walls clenching down around his girth is driving him wild.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Baby, I love everything about you.”
He pulls out and then turns me over. Most guys might struggle to throw me around with such ease, but not Ellis. He’s even stronger than he looks. I feel like a rag doll in his arms. He can do anything he wants with me. It’s freeing and scary both at the same time.
“Don’t,” I say.
My sister’s voice starts to creep back into my mind. I was just starting to enjoy myself, too.
“Don’t what?” he says, entering me again. This time our faces are close together. I’m looking him straight in the eyes.
“Don’t talk like that,” I say. “Let’s just live in the moment, okay?”
He thrusts forward with his hips. His cock fills me up. Knocking the air out of my lungs and pushing me right to the edge of climax.
“Don’t talk like what?” he growls.
There are tears running down my cheek. I can feel them as they drip onto my shoulder.
“Don’t talk like this is anything more than a one-time thing.” The words suddenly start pouring out of my mouth. All my insecurities. All the thoughts I’ve been keeping to myself for years and years. Ever since I was a little girl and I realized I was doomed to be the fat ugly sister. “Don’t pretend like you’re not going to go home tomorrow and forget I even exist. Don’t pretend like I actually mean anything to you. That I’m something more than a quick fuck while you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere waiting for a replacement dress for your daughter.”
Ellis stops moving. He cups my face in his huge hands and kisses me gently on the mouth.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” he says.
I try and push away, but he keeps me close. Trapping me in his massive arms. His cock is still deep inside my pussy. Twitching and clenching and turning me on.
There’s a smile on his face. He’s even laughing.
“Hey!” I say. “What’s so funny!”
“You,” he says, thrusting forward with his hips and penetrating my soul. “Thinking that I’m going to go home and forget about you.”
He pulls out and slams back inside me. I grab ahold of his shoulders. Scratching his back as his tongue charges past my teeth and invades my mouth.
