Page 51 of Sinister Games

Releasing my breast, he stroked my cheek. A small, tender gesture. The calm before the storm.

Placing a knee between my legs, he shifted it high, his denim-clad leg brushing against my already sensitive naked core. Looking down between our bodies, I could see the dark wet stain on his jeans from my arousal.

“Open your legs for me.” His voice was low, full of dark promise.

With unsteady limbs, I tried to obey.

“Wider,” he commanded. “Offer yourself to me.”

Pressing my ass into the crumpled bedcovers, I forced my thighs open wide, feeling both embarrassed and yet empowered to be displaying myself so blatantly to him.

Richard rose up then settled between my legs. His strong forearms caging in my head as I felt the first push of his cock.

“Richard…” High and strained, my plea came out like a pitiful squeak.

His previous finger fuckings had done nothing to prepare me for the feel of his cock at my entrance. My body immediately strained to accept the massive bulbous head.

My mouth opened on a silent scream as my fingernails dug into his shoulders.

Slowly he pushed, till the thick ridge of the head was inside, secure in my tight body.

I let out a sigh of relief as I shimmied my hips, trying to get more comfortable with the feel of him inside of me.

Lowering his brow, he focused on my mouth as he growled, “This is going to hurt, my love.”

My eyes widened. “Richard, please, I—”

Oh, God. My entire body hummed with anxious anticipation.

Arching his back, he pushed his hips forward in one violent thrust, piercing my body with the entire nine inches of his thick, throbbing length.

This time I did scream.

The shock of pain put all my senses on alert. There was nothing I wasn’t experiencing. The scratch of his jeans’ zipper teeth against my inner thigh. The musky smell of his lust. The power of his deep breathing as he began to thrust.

But mostly I felt the pain.

Oh, God, it hurt.

There was no room inside of my small body for him. It was too much. He was too big. I began to beg and plead as I scratched and clawed at his shoulders and back, desperately trying to escape his assault.

The hulking, muscled weight of his body held me in place as he rammed into me, thrust after thrust. I felt impaled and violated. It was as if by sheer force of will he had fused his body with my own, consuming me.

His mouth sucked in my nipple and began to torture it with bites and licks. Slowly, my body adjusted to his length, the inner muscles stretching and straining to accept him. I could feel an answering warmth unfurl and spread within my core. Shifting slightly, I pushed my hips down so that his shaft pressed closer to the sensitive area around my clit as he bore into me.

“Touch yourself, baby.” His words were muffled as his mouth opened on the side of my breast, his tongue tracing the curve.

Reaching down, I stroked my clit as my head fell back on a groan. My thighs began to shake as his immense body kept me spread wide. Still he pounded into me, driving deeper and deeper, bruising my womb.

Without warning, he pulled free and rose up off the bed.

The dramatic shift in my emotions startled me, to go from feeling too full and overtaken by his length to feeling empty and cold in a moment. By pulling free, it was as if he had taken all the warmth with him. I felt barren and drained.

Kneeling on the bed, his hands easily spanned my waist as he lifted me onto my knees, my back pressed against his chest.

“Reach between your legs and grab my cock.”

The edge of my hand brushed my clit as I fumbled between my thighs, feeling for his cock. My fingers brushed the soft skin of his shaft. Startled, I pulled back as if I had been scorched. Taking a deep breath, I reached again, this time wrapping my small hand around his cock. It was a hot metal rod covered in silk.

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