Page 53 of Take A Chance

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face up to his. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't protect you if you don't listen to me. You got that?" His voice was cold, frightening. I had seen a different side of him, heard a different side of him. I had thought I knew him, but I didn't. I shook my head as I pushed his hand away, removing his fingers from my hair.

"You're going to hurt me," I said, knowing I shouldn't have said it but unable to stop the words. I was afraid of this Blake, wondering if he had hidden his past because he knew it would frighten me.

His hands grasped my wrists, yanking them behind my back. He pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall. I'd seen the crazed look in his eyes before, but it was different now, possessive, jealous.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to show you that you're mine and that I take care of what is mine."

My core ached, throbbing and creating moisture. I was aroused by the assertive way he spoke to me. I'd never experienced a man truly dominating me, and I trusted him, despite my momentary fear.

"Then show me," I told him, clawing at his sides the minute he let my arms go.

Blake turned me and pushed me against the wall with hands splayed to steady myself. I heard his pants rustle, then felt him tug at my sweatpants, yanking them down. "You like to learn, Emma?" He sank to his knees, pressing my thighs apart. His mouth was hot, his tongue probing. My pussy ached to feel his tongue searching it, but he stood again, pushing my hoodie up. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me forward, forcing my shoulders to the wall, and pressed his body into my ass. I could feel his cock straining in his slacks.

"God, yes,” I gasped. The way he ground against my backside made me shudder. I knew what he could do to me, how he could make me feel. He didn’t need to prove this to me right now, but God, I wanted him to. I heard him drop to his knees again and held my breath.

Blake kissed my calf as he pushed one leg of my sweats off over my foot, and then my thigh as he pulled the other leg free. His tongue skimmed the inside of my thigh, cutting a path toward my core, teeth clawing at me.

"I'm going to ride you." He nipped at my flesh, and I could feel his stubble scraping against my skin. I squirmed against him, desperate for his touch. He kept one hand firmly gripping my hips, yanking me back against him each time I tried to move forward.

"I'm going to make you come." His other hand worked its way between my folds, finding my clit and pressing against it, rubbing furiously.

"Mmm," I moaned, wriggling my feet outward to spread my legs. My neck craned, squeezed against the wall uncomfortably, and I pushed away from it, backing into his face as his tongue plunged between my folds.

Blake's soft growls were throaty and rough as he continued his assault, tongue searching and flicking my clit as I moaned in pleasure. My core became a pool of desire as he teased me, then he thrust two fingers deep inside me, pumping and applying pressure to my G-spot. My scream echoed in the small area as I bounced against the wall, causing Blake to grab my ass, yanking me back toward him to keep me still. My sweaty forehead was pressed against the wall, my toes curling as I fought against the urge to move.

The sensation of him kissing me there, hands on my hips, licking my pussy, was too much to bear. I reached between my legs and scratched at his neck and shoulders.

"Do you like that?" He continued to lightly bite at my pussy, thrusting his fingers inside me, pumping to the rhythm of his tongue.

I could only nod, blinking back tears. I couldn't focus on him, on what he was asking me. My head was spinning, my body moving of its own accord.

He kneaded my ass cheeks with his hands, holding me in place as he devoured my lips, tongue fucking me. I jerked my hips back and forth, my own thrusts matching his until my body snapped, orgasm splitting me in two, convulsing and nearly buckling at the knees. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. The walls around me disappeared, only for a moment as I was dazed. The world was replaced with a universe of stars, each tiny, twinkling sun representing a pleasure point of my body.

When my orgasm began to wane, I leaned into the wall, panting. Blake pulled his fingers free and I heard him licking them, but I was giddy, powerless to even move.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, pressing the head of his cock against the opening of my sex, not giving me what I wanted, what we both needed.

"Yes." My voice was at a near cry. I couldn't hold back my need for him.

The sting was quick, but the pain was short-lived. He took me hard, almost animalistic. I tried to meet his thrusts, but he didn't give me an opportunity, pounding into me relentlessly. His hands clenched my wrists, keeping me from touching myself. He was losing control, yet he wouldn't let me touch. I didn't know if I was more scared or turned on by his need to dominate me.

"You're mine, Emma," he told me, his voice breathless.

I felt my body climbing again toward orgasm. He had my hands pinned above my head, still pounding me into that wall, and all I could do was stand there and take it. "Say you're mine."

I whimpered, wrestling against his restraint. I needed to touch my clit. I wanted to come again.

"Say it!" he demanded, his voice loud and urgent.

"I'm yours. I swear I'm yours," I groaned, and he released one of my hands which immediately shot to my clit.

My fingers were slick, coated with my own juices. I rubbed hard and fast, my fingers working in a frenzy. I could only hope the erratic pace would work. My pussy clenched around his cock, feeling him swell inside me. "Come for me, Emma." His hand found my hair again, fisting it until my scalp burned.

He released my other hand, and I slammed it against the wall, knuckles burning and my fingers rubbing against the cool tile. My orgasm began as a tightness in my chest, my clit tight and throbbing. I felt his finger at my ass, pressing a single digit into the tight ring of muscles as my body started to convulse. Blake yanked my head back so hard my vision faded and my mouth opened in a silent scream.

"Fuck," Blake growled, his hips slamming into mine as he released into me, his cock twitching.

I collapsed against the wall, but Blake grabbed my hips, pulling me into him as he pushed against me. Salty warmth spread between us, his cock twitching as his hips thrust forward in one last burst of speed and power. I could feel him pulsing, filling me with his warm liquid. His chest pressed against my back, his full body weight leaning against me. His lips were against my ear, and I shuddered, still feeling the last throes of my orgasm beneath his cock.

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