Page 52 of I Promise You
Why do I love it so much when he grips me tight?
It hurts too good.
I’m not used to him anymore. I almost forgot how it feels to have him inside me, stretching me so much to the point I bleed.He hasn’t even pushed his entire length inside me yet and an orgasm almost overcomes me.
I try to move myself in a better position, but he secures me tighter, pulling me toward him as he’s forcing me to take more of him.
I moan loudly as I swallow my fate.
“It hurts.”
“Good. You’ve always been able to take it. I’m not going to stop until I’ve claimed what’s mine.” He groans deep through his broad, muscular chest and then smiles as he watches his cock move deeper inside me. The waistband of his pants is below his dick, hugging his thick, tensed thighs.
“I warned you. Once I start, there’s no stopping me from making my little angel fall from heaven on my cock.”
I’m trapped. There’s no stopping Danny’s need to feel me tonight…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Fuck.” He snarls. As I feel myself continuously drip for him.
I blush when I see that he grinds his teeth impatiently. He’s about to lose control, and I’m more than ready.
“Don’t hold back,” I dare through his chokehold.
He smirks as a wave of exhilaration possesses his body.
“Never have, never fucking will.”
Then he ultimately enters, and my head falls back.
My nipples harden from the pleasure and I don’t want this ever to end.
He’s not soft, he’s not gentle, he’s unforgiving. Relentlessly fucking me harder and harder. It’s so hard that my breasts bounce with each deep, rough stroke. He’s pounding me so hard I could fall off the desk. But he holds my body in place with his large hand wrapped around my neck.
I’m close.Way too close.
The short hair on my face, breasts, and palms bounce up and down from each strong thrust that sends me up in the air before he pulls us back onto the desk greedily.
“Yes,” I shriek with lust. The sensation of having him inside me makes me lose myself, silently begging him for more.
The desk moves underneath me, thundering as the friction beneath the wood scratches at the floor.
It collides with the wall hard and rough, making each thrust of Danny’s hips known. Marks and dents appear when his thrusts become more violent.
We’re about to break the desk.
Then, the most detrimental sound chime sounds between our skin slapping.
His phone rings, and I almost roll my eyes in annoyance.
For the love of God.
He slows his thrusts, groaning in frustration.
He can’t ever miss a call or a text because of his role on the team. Then he pulls out his phone from his pants that are just below his groin, to read the caller ID. He sighs, frustratedly pissed off. Someone is calling him, ending our first time together since the attack.
I hate his job so much at this moment.
He answers the phone, still inside me.
