“But your cunt wants me.” He glides his cock up and down my folds, teasing. “See how much it’s soaking wet for me? I didn’t even inflict any pain.”
“Jonathan…” I whimper.
“Say the words, Aurora.”
“I…ugh…”
“Those aren’t it. Try again.”
“J-just do it.”
“Not quite there.”
“Fuck me, you arsehole.”
“And?”
“P-please —” the word catches in my throat as Jonathan thrusts inside me in one brutal go. Just like everything about him.
Holy…
My body bucks off the bed as he fills me in a way I never thought I could be filled. The stretching sensation leaves stinging pain that hurts so good. Our bodies aren’t only joined, they’re so absorbed in one another as if falling into an unknown dimension.
“Fuck.” His long, masculine fingers with perfectly manicured nails savagely grip me by my hip. It feels so bare and weak under his grip. So vulnerable. That hand can bring me so much pleasure, but its price is always pain.
“Do you feel how your tight cunt traps me inside? It’s made for me.”
I want to tell him to shut up, but I can’t speak. Besides, his dirty words tighten my nipples even more, which is almost impossible, considering they were already hard.
Jonathan pounds into me slow at first, rocking his hips in moderate circles. Then just when I get used to the rhythm, he picks up his pace.
It’s so relentless that my body physically slides on the mattress. I soak in every thrust and every jerk of his hips.
Something inside me unlocks and a needy moan rips in the air. That’s when I realise it’s mine.
Jonathan wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulls me up by it so that the slick warmth of his chest covers my back. The position is uncomfortable, but the angle of his cock gets deeper, hitting that most pleasurable spot inside me.
“Oh…oh…t-there…there…”
“Here?” He does it again and I nod frantically.
He slaps my arse, then reaches out with the same hand and closes it around my throat. “As much as you say you hate me, your body unravels around me, Aurora. This body is my fucking property.”
I don’t have the energy or time to answer as I’m shocked into an orgasm, instinctively screaming out his name. It’s so different from the other ones. This one goes on and on, and I feel like I’m going to faint or something.
Do people ever faint during sex?
Jonathan’s grunt fills the air as he pulls out of me and comes all over my arse.
The hot liquid burns a little against the sting of his handprint on my flesh. I bite my lower lip, relishing the sensation.
Is it supposed to feel as if I’ve ascended out of my body and have just now come back?
This must be what it means to be fucked.
Literally.
Figuratively.