Page 55 of These Rough Waters

“Not yet.”

“I want to touch you,” I whisper.

“If you touch me, Maya, I will snap. I want to take my time with you.”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

He groans, “We can’t.”

“Why?” I gasp.

“We don’t have condoms, Maya,” He says regretfully, “And trust me, I would like nothing more than to bury myself so fucking far inside of you.”

“I have an IUD.” I tell him.

His eyes widen, “Fuck,” He growls before his mouth slams against mine and he presses his body to me, his hard muscles against mine. “Maya.”

I wanted this man. This strong, powerful, man. It felt like I may go crazy if I didn’t get to feel him working himself inside me. I wasn’t opposed to begging at this point. I was going to be greedy, I wanted to keep taking from him, taking what he wants to give me. I craved his rough words and hard hands.

He was making me feel alive and free.

“Are you sure?”

“God yes,” I say kissing his mouth, tasting myself.

He looks down between our bodies, lifting slightly to see where the head of his cock presses against my soaked center. He shifts, the head of him slipping down to my entrance and a low groan rumbles from his throat as he pulses his hips, pushing barely an inch inside.

He was big and I could feel myself stretching to fit him, but I was soaked, my arousal coating me and he found no resistance as he pumps his hips, slowly filling me.

“Goddamn,” He growls, “You’re so damn perfect, Maya.”

He buries his face in the side of my neck, breathing hard as he thrusts into me, jolting my body and I cry out. Torin wraps his arms around me, stilling when he’s fully inserted but I needed more.

I wiggle my hips, trying to entice him to fuck me, to move, to rail me hard and fast and unforgiving.

“Give me a minute, little doe,” his voice comes out strained, “God you feel so good, but I want to last.” His breath warms my neck, but I didn’t want to wait. I shift until I can wrap my legs around him and my arms around his neck.

“Fuck me, Torin, please, I don’t want to wait.”

He groans and pumps his hips, slowly, too slowly.

“Please,” I beg.

“Maya,” He growls, lifting a little and thrusting harder. I moan, the friction of his cock feeling like heaven.

“More.”

“Shit, little doe,” he growls and lifts, forcing my arms away and he grabs the back of one thigh, pushing my leg up, the switch allowing him in deeper. He thrusts hard, once, twice, getting faster and harder with each one. I cry out as his cock thrusts in and out of me.

Sweat slickens our skin, sliding our bodies together but Torin doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, our bodies crashing together before coming apart only to do it all over again and it is fucking glorious. I never wanted it to end.

“Fuck, Maya, you feel so good,” He rasps, “I can’t. I’m not going to last.”

“Yes,” I hiss, wanting his pleasure as much as he wanted my own. “Don’t stop.”

He grunts, eyes squeezing closed as his thrusts turn chaotic, jerky, his hips slamming into me, “Come with me, little doe, let me feel that perfect cunt squeezing my cock.”

He rolls his hips just right, adding just the right amount of friction to my clit as his teeth clench and neck muscles strain as a long, low groan leaves his lips and he spills inside of me, his climax drawing out my own and I clamp around his dick twitching inside of me.

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