Page 48 of Banshee
Banshee sat back on his heels. “Were you a virgin when...?”
I smiled at the concerned look on his face, knowing what he was asking. “No, and before you ask, I will not tell you who.”
I knew if Banshee found out it was one of my father’s men that had taken my virginity, despite it being consensual, he would lose his mind. I was thankful my father had never found out. Otherwise, Erebus might be dead.
His eyes narrowed at me. I realized quickly that by telling him, he’d figured out it was one of my father’s men. Before he could ask who, which I knew he was gearing up to do, I kissed him.
The moment our mouths fused together, all thoughts of other men disappeared. Banshee’s focus was back on me, on my body, as his hands ran up my thighs and he lifted off his feet and spread my legs, allowing him to move closer on his knees.
I lifted my shirt and removed my bra. His groan sounded pained as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My fingerstangled in his hair, and I pulled him back and stared into his eyes.
“You promised fast and hard.”
He growled as he stood and removed his jeans. His boxers came next, and I licked my lips at the sight of his hard cock. Reaching out, he caught my hand. “Fast and hard,” he reiterated, then pushed me back.
I quickly scooted back on the bed, making room for him as he ripped open the condom box and pulled one out. I was dripping wet as he tore the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine while he rolled the condom down his length.
I spread my legs, eager to accept him into my body. He crawled over me and lined the head of his cock with my entrance. It had been a long time since I’d had sex, and when he shoved inside of me, I cried out in pain.
“Fuck,” he said as he tried to pull back.
“No!” I panted. “Just give me a second.”
Banshee was big, and the pain was delicious. The feel of him spreading my lips apart with his dick was the kind of pain that brought equal amounts of pleasure.
He kissed my neck as I held him in place with my ankles crossed at his back. His dick twitched inside me, and I arched into him.
“I’ve never been this full,” I gasped.
I felt his chest puff up at my words. Men and their egos. I chuckled at the notion that he was proud of the fact he was larger than any other man I had been with. Not that there were many. Besides Erebus, there had only been a couple of guys from college. There was Greg, but thankfully I didn’t remember that.
“This is hard and fast,” he whispered, and I chuckled.
“I think I could come just from feeling you inside me.”
When he pulsed inside me, I shuddered.
“Fuck, baby girl, I might come just from the way you’re reacting if I don’t get moving soon.” He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside me, before he pushed back in with force.
My teeth dug into my lower lip, as my hips met his every thrust. My eyes remained locked on him. He held himself over me with his hands pressed into the bed as he rammed his cock into my pussy over and over.
I panted, my breath coming fast and shallow as my hands roamed over his skin. The feel of him under my fingertips, hovering over my body, thrusting inside of me—it was all too much.
He smiled, and I knew he knew. My pussy began to contract around him. The telltale tingle that shot through my hips had me bucking against him, chasing what was coming.
“Come for me, baby girl. Squeeze my cock.”
His movements sped up, and his hand collared my neck. He didn’t squeeze; he just held me still while he fucked me hard and fast like he promised.
“Let go, Aspen. Soak my fucking cock.”
I didn’t want to let go; I didn’t want the feeling to end. I wanted to live with this man inside me, always moving, rubbing the spot inside me, giving me pleasure like I’d never felt before.
But when he called me by my name. The name I’d chosen. The one I was now, not the one he’d known me by. Not the one he’d chosen to call me every time he spoke. Something hit inside me, breaking me open.
Acknowledgment.
Acceptance.
