Page 21 of By Candlelight

I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed. I opened them to find him staring at me.

“You want to stop? You say stop. I promise you, you’re safe with me. You got it?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I gulped.

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” My voice was stronger that time, and I knew that no matter how nervous I was, I still wanted—needed—everything Drew was about to give me.

“Good.”

He leaned down to kiss me, his lips and tongue claiming me with a fierceness I’d never experienced before. But it was over all too soon, and he was rising up onto his knees, stroking his cock and lining it up at my entrance.

“You trust me, Mia?”

“Yes.” I don’t know why, but it wasn’t even a question. I did.

He nodded once, and then pushed into me.

“Fuuuuccck.” The word was drawn out on his lips with every inch he slowly slid inside.

He stretched me. There was no other word for it. My pussy clenched around him, feeling the burn of being stretched in a way I never had before.

“My god, you feel so good, baby.”

I couldn’t speak, but if I could, I would have said the same thing to him. The sensation of pleasure and pain was intoxicating. But then he started to move in me, sliding in and out with an ever-quickening rhythm, and I thought I might die from how good it was.

I couldn’t control the sounds I was making. Whimpers and cries and pleas of more. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. But with every pump, every solid thrust into me, he was taking me higher and higher than I ever thought I could go.

And just when I was about to fly off the edge, he pulled out of me, flipping me over onto all fours and shoving into me from behind.

And oh! This was different. How had I had sex with three people and never experienced so many things?

The angle he was hitting did things to me. I imagined what we looked like, how hot and wanton and…raw it all was. This was the most sensual experience of my entire life. I never wanted it to end.

“Arch your back for me. That’s it, Mia. That’s fucking perfect. God, you feel how deep I am in you, baby?”

All I could do was moan in response.

“You feel how much I’m stretching you?” Each word was punctuated by his hips slamming into me. More. I needed more. I whined, and he took note. He put his arm around me, grabbing onto my neck and pulling me up onto my knees, so that my back was flush with his front.

His hand tightened around my throat as he slammed up into me. Why did I love that so much?

“You like taking it rough, don’t you baby?”

I nodded and he squeezed my neck harder. And before I realized what was happening, his other hand came down around me and found my clit.

Oh lord. Oh fucking fuck. How did this feel so good? I cried out as he rubbed my clit, as he pumped deep into my pussy, as he dominated my throat.

“You take my cock so perfectly. Fucking made for me.”

It was all too much. It was all too perfect. And suddenly, with his dirty words in my ear, I flew off the deep end, coming so violently, my entire body shook with waves of convulsions and he had to push me back down onto the bed. He kept fucking me, kept at that harsh rhythm and I heard him calling out “yes” over and over with every thrust.

All too soon, I heard him groan and pull out, coating my butt with his wet, hot release.

“Fuck Mia,” he groaned.

The bed shifted and I heard him leave the room, but I was too weak to move. This bed was where I lived now, every ounce of strength had dissipated from my body.

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