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I could hear his breathing, too, right at my ear. He lay almost perfectly still underneath me, and I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as I rose and fell with him. Then he hooked the waist of my panties with his thumb.

I breathed in at the same time as he did. His chest swelled against my back, broad and warm. With his arms around me in a bear hug, he arched back against the couch, pulling down his underwear and my panties to our knees in one smooth motion.

I gasped as his bare cock twitched between my thighs, hot against my skin. To my embarrassment, I was already wet. I clenched my thighs together but he didn’t even try to pull them apart. Instead his hands went back to my body. One hand kneaded the side of my hip just above my hipbone. The other hand moved back up, caressing my breast, moving across my stomach. I lay there and did not fight it, did not move.

Who was I now? Was I a survivor? How could I possibly be a survivor? I liked this. No, more than liked. I needed it. When he kissed the back of my neck, his tongue licking slow circles at the top of my spine, I moaned in pleasure. It had been long, too long, since a man had touched me so possessively.

He was hot underneath me and the air was chilly above. He drew down one side of the unbuttoned shirt and kissed me on the shoulder. I shivered.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.” The word was a whisper that could have been a scream. It was taking all of my energy not to touch myself. I ached for him, wanted him so badly.

He kissed me again, running a line of kisses along my shoulder and up my neck, then back.

“You fit perfectly in my arms, do you know that? Just the right size.”

My lips parted when I felt his cock pulse again. It slid between my thighs, unbelievably thick. I whimpered as he adjusted his position under me. I was wet, oh god, so wet. It was easy for him to thrust upward between my thighs. His length ran along my folds but did not enter yet. I put my hand down between my legs and felt his tip poking out from between my thighs.

“Not yet,” Rien murmured. He rocked back slowly, his whole length grazing me so lightly that it made me want to scream. How could he do this to me with his body? I was no survivor. I was nothing in his arms. I was only his.

Then he rocked forward, and again I felt his tip slide close to my entrance, wet with my juices. Then again. And again.

“Please,” I said. My voice was hoarse with want. I might have been faking at first, but there was nothing fake about the agony that trembled my body right now. My body was a hollow core that needed him to fill it. Tears rose to my eyes as he slid closer, then backed away again.“Please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want…”

I couldn’t say it. Damn me. I couldn’t speak the words.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t…” I said, my voice catching in my throat. “I can’t…” I reached down, touched his cock. He tilted his hips up, letting me guide him inside of me. As his tip went in, his hand brushed mine away. His fingers slid down over my clit. I breathed in sharply as he wet his fingers with my juices. Then he pressed down against my swollen clit and I cried out aloud.

In an instant, his other hand was around my neck and he thrust upward, piercing me with his cock. I screamed, and the hand around my throat tightened, cutting off my breath.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered. I gasped, staring upwards into the darkness. Then he released the pressure, rocking back.

Before I could catch my breath, he did it again. The long fingers around my throat took away my air, and in the pitch black I saw stars flash before my eyes. I twisted against his grasp, but he had me pinned against his body with both arms. My hands clutched at his hand around my throat, but I could not tear him off.

“Ohhh,” he groaned, thrusting upward into me, and the rumble of his voice made my body shiver deeply. I gasped as he released my throat, but he still held me tight. He rocked into me again, and I cried out in pleasure, my cry fading only when his hand came around my throat. But this time I was ready. I had taken a breath. When he thrust up, I closed my eyes.

I could only breathe when he let me, and my gasps began to come in time with his rhythm. His thumb rolled over my tender clit, flicking it with every thrust. His swollen cock worked its way deeper and deeper into my core.

Rien was rough, but as his hands worked on my body, I felt a deeper pleasure begin to surface. This was a desire that I could never have admitted to myself. He was moving my body so that it would pleasure him perfectly. He was using me as a sex toy, his thrusts completely disregarding my cries. Nevertheless, I started to move along in his rhythm. As he thrust, I rocked my hips backward, meeting him as our bodies crashed.

My breaths came faster, even with his fingers held tight around my neck. He slid me up and down over his body, and his sweat and mine mixed with my juices so that every motion was slick. He rolled his hips upward and I felt the pressure inside of me rise and rise. With every roll of his hips, a gasp of pleasure escaped me. With every motion, he carried us both higher and higher. The rhythm of his thrusts grew faster, and now I could hear his heartbeat. It was pounding fast, and it matched my own.

I clenched around his swollen cock, needing it. Needinghim. Using his arms as leverage, I rocked against him, riding his steel-hard cock.

Then his body tensed, his arms gripping me with a sudden pressure, and my orgasm ripped through me at the same time as his. The stars in the darkness turned into fireworks that splashed brightness across my vision. The pulsing ecstasy tore through me again and again, and I screamed aloud, riding him hard into another climax.

He shuddered upward and my body clenched, milking him, draining him completely. He breathed hard, his chest thudding against my skin with the pulse of his heartbeat. Inside me, his cock still throbbed in time with his heartbeat. If his body had been warm before, now it was so hot that I could barely stand to lean my head back against his shoulder.

We lay like that for a minute, our breathing calming down together.

Was this real? This was what I’d been looking for, every time I’d slept with a guy. This brutal possession of my body. The almost supernatural way he knew how I would react to his touch. The way he sent me reeling with wave after wave of orgasm. None of it was for show. We were in the dark. But he’d just given me the most pleasure I’d ever known.

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