“Now,” he growled.
She felt the thick head of his cock lodge at her entrance.
“Tell me no,” he whispered roughly, his teeth bared, his expression so carnal it was sin.
“Cade.” Her head twisted weakly against the sheets, perspiration coating her skin, glistening on his as he lodged the head of his erection in her tight entrance.
She felt the entrance to her vagina stretch impossibly, and her eyes widened as his went to the point where he nearly possessed her.
“You’re stretched so tight around me.” His voice was guttural as his fingers went to where the lips of her cunt flared around his erection. “Tell me to fuck you.”
His eyes darkened further as he commanded her.
Marly was breathing harshly, blinking up at him as he stared down at her.
“Cade.” Her voice was a protest.
“I warned you,” he whispered harshly. “I warned you, Marly. Now tell me. Tell me to fuck you. Say ‘fuck me Cade. Hard.’ Say it now, Marly.”
His voice was so thick and rough it didn’t even sound like him. Then his hands went to her breasts, his fingers gripping her nipples erotically as he rocked against her.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Now, Marly.”
“Fuck me, Cade. Hard.” Her head fell back as the breath left her body.
His cock plunged inside her, tearing past her hymen, sinking furiously to the hilt as the words left her mouth. Marly couldn’t breath for the pleasure. Her inner muscles gripped his pulsing flesh, stretching impossibly to accept him, protesting the intrusion with a bite of pain that nearly had her climaxing on the spot.
Cade arched over her, bracing his arms at her shoulders as he bent his head to her. His tongue speared into her mouth as his hips began a harsh thrusting tempo that had her gasping for breath, for release. He was killing her. The powerful pistoning strokes slammed into her body over and over again, drawing her closer, ever closer to death. The orgasm would kill her. No woman could bear such pleasure. She couldn’t stand it. Not yet.
She began to fight him. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she bucked against him, tearing her mouth from him, unable to control herself, her body, or the pleasure/fear racking her.
He ripped her hands from his flesh, pounding her harder as he slammed them to the mattress, holding them there. His mouth went to her neck as he fucked her forcefully, yet kept her from release, driving her higher, harder.
“No. No, Cade!” she screamed out as he controlled her thrashing body.
“Don’t fight me, Marly,” his groan was a tormented plea. “Please, baby, don’t fight me now.”
His words barely registered as she felt her inner flesh clutching at him, heating, melting, a painful pleasure unlike anything she had known building in her body as she fought for breath. And she fought him, fought the pleasure and the rising vortex taking over her body.
“Don’t fucking fight me.” He raised to his knees, his face a mask of tormented desire as he slammed his hips harder against her, driving his cock so deep inside her she felt as though it were lodged in her stomach rather than her vagina. “Damn you, don’t fight me.”
He held her thighs apart, ignoring her struggles, her gasping pleas as sweat dripped from his body, and her vagina pulsed around the driving cock possessing it.
It was happening. She was going to die. Marly fought it. Her nails bit into his arms, raking his flesh as she fought to get away from it, as she writhed beneath the pounding cock. When it struck, she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t move, she could only gasp, her vision darkening as the explosion tore through her body. She heard Cade cry out, but only the driving flesh between her thighs commanded her attention. The involuntary tightening of her flesh around his thrusting erection, the sharp, painful orgasm that wouldn’t stop.
She was going to pass out. Cade pushed himself toward his own ejaculation as he felt the spasms of her body, the continual gush of her orgasm along his heated flesh. The multiple orgasms ripping through her body were too much for her. She was dazed, uncomprehending as he tried to hold her to him. She shuddered against him, pulse after pulse of her rich cream washing over him. Finally, with one last harsh push into the heated, tight depths of her slick flesh he felt his sperm erupt from his body, blasting her with his hot, thick release.
She gasped, pulsed again, then again, and went limp.
Cade was breathing roughly as he collapsed over her. His cock was slowly losing its desperate hardness, as her vagina trembled around it. He withdrew slowly, grimacing in pleasure at the feel of her slick flesh sliding over him. Marly was limp beneath him, her breathing shuddering in and out of her body as she lay unconscious beneath him.
“Shit,” he whispered, wiping the sweat from his brow as his body shook from his own release.
It had never been that good. Never, in all the years of sexual exploits had an orgasm ripped through his own body like that. Suddenly weary, the scratches on his arms and shoulders from Marly’s nails throbbing like badges of courage, he grinned tiredly and lay down beside her. Pulling her into his arms, he jerked the blankets over them and fought to catch his own breath.
He felt exhilarated. The blood ran through his veins, energizing him rather than tiring him. His cock was limber for now, sated with the hard ejaculation it had experienced. But he couldn’t wait to touch her again. Cade knew that at a moment’s notice he would be thick and throbbing again, ready to fuck her until she was screaming for more. Damn, he couldn’t wait until she learned how to control the intensity of the desire, and scream for more.
He closed his eyes, pushing back such thoughts. She would sleep for a while, and when she awoke, he seriously doubted she would be ready for more. She would be hesitant, he would have to convince her to take him again, to risk the hot rush of pleasure that destroyed her control. He looked forward to it. He could hardly wait.