Page 33 of Sovereign

He pushes again and I arc back. The pain ebbs once and morphs into something else I’ve never felt before. My head spins as the most intense kind of pleasure blossoms inside. A heady blend of ecstasy and torment.

“Is it too much?” he asks.

I shake my head.

His mouth grazes mine. Mint and Sovereign.

“Good girl, I knew you could take it.”

Can I take it? It’s probably better I didn’t see his cock beforehand because I’d have balked. Now I can only cling to him and let him break me into a thousand pieces.

I focus on my breathing and my muscles ease. Just enough for him to push the rest of the way in. His hips settle against mine and my weak legs spill open on the bed. Shaking too badly to wrap around his waist. He takes my nipple into his mouth and teases it gently, sucking and circling it with his tongue.

The burn leans into pure pleasure. I’m not a virgin, but this is all new to me. This is all consuming. We’re on fire and the heat melds us together. Fusing our bodies where they’re joined.

I feel my pussy pulse around his intrusion. Easing just enough I’m not cramping anymore. His hips rock and he strokes gently up against my cervix. I never imagined I would like that feeling, but it’s new, it’s painful, and so incredibly intimate.

I’ve never been intimate like this, with anyone before.

Sex was just mechanics.

But this…this is being ripped open and laid bare.

He could have warned me. Clearly he knew because he’d used a lot of lube, so he’d expected to be too big for me. I want to be pissed, but I’m too turned on by his lack of concern. He’d known I could take him. He made the choice for both of us without me.

There was something sexy about that. And a little shameful.

I didn’t want to be forced.

But I do want him to force me.

How can that be? Confusion swirls in my head and chest. I’m feeling things I’ve never experienced before, and I can’t identify them. I don’t have time because he draws out slowly and my mouth parts in a silent cry as he thrusts back in.

“Please,” I pant.

He looks as if he can barely feel my fingernails raking down his back. His big body ripples and he thrusts again, forcing me to take him. Pleasure and pain swirl and the only thing I know for sure is I need release. If I can just come, I’ll fall over the edge to total pleasure.

His gaze flicks over my face. Then his hand slides between us and my spine arcs as his fingertips find my clit. I’m slippery with lube and his touch moves over me like silk. Our gazes lock, but I can’t read him.

My lips part. My eyes roll back.

Pleasure crashes over me in a torrential wave and my entire body shudders. I can’t control the spasms as I buck up against him, fucking myself onto his cock. Not caring that he’s hurting me. Waves of cramps ebb into waves of desire under his thrusts.

All I want is to be ruined.

My orgasm slows. He shifts and his hand comes up to grip the headboard. The wood groans. He draws his hips back and I feel the power of them as he begins fucking me in earnest.

I cry out.

The bed hits the wall in a steady, loud beat. Sending a shudder through the room. His hand holds the headboard so hard I wonder if he’ll break it. The veins on his forearm stand out beneath his tanned skin. Sweat etches down his chest.

I’m either going to come or die.

I’m not sure which.

I’ve never taken anyone, or anything, this big. And never like this—so brutal and unrelenting. He has a distinctive signature to the way he fucks and it reminds me of a freight train. A relentless beat that throbs through me like the turning of a steel wheel on railroad tracks.

Bang.

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