Page 67 of Nightmare

I gasp and my eyes pop as my body fights against the intruder. For a minute, I’m not entirely sure this is a good idea, and I shake my head from side to side. Western tilts the bottle, just a touch, and gently slides it in and out, not deep enough that it hurts or is dangerous, but just enough to rub over that sensitive bundle of nerves. I quickly change my mind, gasping at the odd yet incredible sensation that fills my body.

“This won’t take long,” he murmurs, rocking the bottle in a way some men can’t even rock their own penises.

Crying out, my toes curl and my legs seem to fall even wider, if that’s at all possible. Western uses his free hand to rub my clit, and I know the moment he does, that he’s right. This won’t take long, oh no, this won’t take long at all. A few more gentle strokes and I can’t hold it back, I muffle a moan by turning my head to the side as my body arches off the bed and an orgasm takes over.

A low, pleased growl from Western can be heard over my cries, and when I’ve finished gasping his name amongst every curse I can possibly come up with, he carefully slides the bottle out and holds it up in front of me. I stare through hazy vision at the top of it, coated in my arousal, little droplets of white liquid sliding down the middle.

Western stands, taking hold of his jeans and jerking them down. His cock springs free and my eyes move to it, widening as I take in the long, thick, hard length. That’s not what has my eyes growing big, though, it’s the piercing straight through the top. I have never seen a pierced cock, but I like it. Oh yes, very much so. Gripping the hard length, Western strokes his hand up and down, standing before me in all his glory.

He's incredible.

I take him in, memorizing every hard inch into my brain so I never forget just how good he looks right now.

Taking his jeans, he pulls out a condom and rolls it on, before moving slowly over top of me, until his body settles over mine. Having him this close makes my heart race, and I hate that I can’t put my hands on him, that I can’t run them over those fine ridges of muscle, down those washboard abs, and over that delicious cock. My eyes focus on the cross that hangs down between us for a second before I meet his eyes.

The entire world feels as though it stops when I do that, because the look on his face isn’t one I’ve seen before. It’s almost...vulnerable. Gone is the hard expression, gone are his empty eyes, instead I can see a flash of life in those brown depths, and that look is all for me. We hold that stare for what feels like an eternity, my heart racing, my breathing labored, and so much passes between us without a single word.

Then Western plunges inside of me.

My mouth opens on a strangled gasp, and I stare up at him with a look of sheer pain as my body attempts to stretch around him.

He’s big, and my frame isn’t use to a man his size.

Trembling beneath him, I jerk on my restraints, but they don’t move.

“Hurt?” he grinds out, his voice tight.

I nod. “Yes. Yes.”

Tears burn under my eyelids, and the moment he notices them, his body stiffens. I expect him to run, to move, to climb off and end this, but he does something that shocks even me. He leans down and his lips lock onto mine. The kiss, at first, is nothing more than two lips pressing together, but slowly, as if giving up the resistance inside him, he parts his lips and his tongue flickers out.

He tastes incredible.

My body melts for him.

I kiss him back, deep and passionate, wanting to stay in this moment forever. I want to taste him every second for the rest of my life. I want to feel his body over mine, his cock stretching me. Forgetting the pain, I kiss him as he slowly starts rocking his hips, dragging that length in and out, softening me to him. Our mouths collide as he creates a perfect motion, rolling his hips in a way that is so meticulous, it’s as if he was born to do it.

I gasp into his mouth as pleasure builds.

Pulling his lips from mine, his mouth finds my neck and there, he begins softly sucking, driving me over the edge.

I pull on my restraints, wanting more, needing more.

“Let me touch you, please,” I beg.

He doesn’t answer.

He just keeps that wicked mouth on my neck as he moves his hips until I can’t hold back any longer. Just as an orgasm builds, he bites down. The sharp sting of pain has an explosion rocking my body, something quite unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Pain and pleasure all mixed in one basket, and it’s out of this world. I scream, gone are the moans, and my body thrashes as wave after wave takes over.

A feral hiss leaves his lips as he fucks me harder, deeper, his skin slapping against mine, his hard body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. When he finds his release, he does it with a growl so low and guttural, it makes my insides clench around him. Letting my head fall back, I pant with both shock and admiration at the experience he just gave me. Never in my dreams would I have imagined sex could be that insane.

I never want it to end.

“I,” I breathe, “that was...”

“That was just the beginning.”

Oh.

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