Page 24 of Closer Than You Think
I nod.
“Good girl.”
“But what about pregnancy? Aren’t you worried? I’m not on the pill.”
He groans and I feel the tip of his cock swell against me.
“If you want me to shoot my cum all over this pretty little face, then I’ll do that,” he says, nuzzling his face against mine. “But if you let me, I’ll come deep inside your cunt, too. Make you carry my baby. You’ll look so beautiful with a round, full belly.”
Jesus fuck. I’ve never been turned on by talk like that before, but something about Silas saying it while holding himself over me, waiting to thrust his massive cock in me, is making me dripping wet. He notices.
“You're so wet, baby,” Silas growls, his voice thick with desire. “You know how much I've wanted this, don't you?”
“Yes,” I pant, arching my hips upwards, desperate to feel him inside me.
He doesn't disappoint. With a low growl, Silas plunges into me, filling me completely and stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The sensation of him inside me is both painful and exquisite at the same time. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my fingernails digging into the sheets beneath me.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, his grip on my hips tightening.
“So . . . good,” I manage to gasp, my entire body on fire. “You feel incredible.”
With a primal growl, Silas starts a punishing rhythm, his hips pounding into mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. His thrusts hit deep within me, the sensation both delicious agony and the sweetest pleasure. I arch my back, my moans filling the room as I edge closer to the precipice of ecstacy.
“Yes! Like that,” I cry out, my nails digging into his back. “Don't stop!”
But Silas doesn't just maintain his pace; he increases it, driving into me with a fury I’d never experienced before.
His movements become even wilder, animalistic, as if he's a ravenous beast unleashed from its cage. He growls, his grip on my hips tightening, as he slams into me with a force that borders on savage, but oh so perfect.
“You're so tight, Hallie,” he grunts, his breath hot in my ear. “You feel better than anything I've ever had.”
His words send a delicious shiver down my spine, spurring me on to meet his primal urgency with my own. Our bodies slam together, our moans of pleasure echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.
He brings his hand up to wrap around my throat and my eyes widen as he squeezes hard enough to block my breathing. Not letting up on the rhythm of his thrusts, he watches me as my eyes flutter. I feel lightheaded and dizzy but pleasure pools in stomach and I crave more.
“Come on, angel. Come on this cock. Let me feel you milk it.”
As Silas's grip on my throat tightens, I'm on the verge of blacking out, but the pain and the pleasure are so entwined that I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. His commanding voice and the power he exudes only intensifies the sensations coursing through my body. I've never felt more alive, more alive than I do right now with him.
“That's it, baby,” he growls. “God, I've wanted to fuck you into next week since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
The way he talks, the raw, primal nature of it all, only adds fuel to the fire within me. My core clenches around his thick length, and the orgasm I've been edging towards consumes me like a tidal wave, wiping away all thoughts except for the pleasure he’s giving me.
I ride out my orgasm on his dick, feeling his thrusts, but no longer able to meet them, My muscles tense and then relax,leaving me laying like a rag doll on his bed. He doesn’t stop though.
Silas's grip loosens slightly on my throat, but he doesn't let up on the relentless pace of his thrusts. His chest heaving, he continues to pound into me with a single-minded intensity that both frightens and arouses me.
“You're mine, Hallie,” he growls, his green eyes boring into mine, the primal lust in them sending a shiver down my spine. “You belong to me now, understand?”
Unable to form words, I nod, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He grunts in response, his thrusts growing even more frenzied as he nears his own release.
“Fuck, angel. I need to claim you. I’m gonna come all over that pretty face, okay?”
I nod, barely able to move, but warm from the erotic thrill of his words. He pulls out of me, moving to kneel next to my head. I watch him jerk his cock as he positions it just right.
I smile at him lazily, and that’s enough to do it.
“Fuck,” he calls out, as ropes of cum shoot all over my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. It’s warm and salty as I lick whatever my tongue can reach, while watching as he wrings out every last drop for me.
