“No,” I snap. “No one but me.”
“Yes, daddy.” I can hear the fucking smirk in her voice.
Deciding enough is enough, I start moving my hips, forcing my cock in and out of her body. Her slick walls allow me the rapid movement I want.
“God, you feel good,” I groan. Closing my eyes, I savor the sensation of finally being inside of her. She’s tight, warm, willing. Fucking perfection.
“Declan,” she whines as I hold myself as deep inside her as I can.
Music to my fucking ears.
Ashley
He’s huge! I can’t believe he fits inside me, and yet, it’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. The flex of his hips as he slams his way into my depths has stars exploding before my eyes. I’m on the precipice of something magical, though just beyond my reach.
“Declan,” I whine, hoping he’ll alleviate this torture he’s sprung upon my body. His hand runs from my hip, up my spine, and to my hair just before gently forcing my upper body to lay flat on the bed. The action is reassuring, peaceful.
I can feel his hot breath in my ear just before he whispers, “Brace yourself, cupcake. I’m gonna fuck you into submission.”
I barely have time to breathe as he pulls both hands behind my back, holding them in one of his as he wraps the other around my throat from the front.
I should be scared of submitting to him. Giving myself to him completely. Yet the way he holds me isn’t rough. While his grip is immovable, I feel empowered to let go of all my fears and reservations. With him mastering my body, he’s freed me of all restrictions.
Only seconds pass as he morphs my body into the mold he wants before he begins stroking in and out of my body. I’m so sensitized to every touch of his hips as he pumps in and out that it’s decadently painful.
His strong hands controlling how or if I move is a huge turn on, making my pulse pound harder. The grip he has on my delicate throat is suffocating, enhancing my pleasure. I wish he would squeeze a tad bit harder. My voice seems to have fled, and I can’t beg for what I know he wants to give. I can feel the restraint in each pound of his hips.
A loud keening sound permeates the air, and I realize after he gr
oans that it’s emenating from me. The hunger racing through my body is coming to a head, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it. I can feel the muscles in my limbs constricting, my pussy walls are squeezing his cock so hard I don’t know how he’s still pounding inside of me.
It’s happening, gratification unlike anything I’ve felt before, boiling under the surface of my skin. My blood is racing so fast I feel it flow through my veins. The impression it leaves is similar to the slicing of a piece of my flesh—the rush, the release, it’s the same only better. Magnified tenfold and I can no longer contain it.
A scream rips from my throat as the most glorious feelings stream throughout my frame. My senses open in a way they never have before as I tingle in each erogenous zone I have.
Just as I think I’ve reached my final crest of pleasure, Declan pulls me up so I’m kneeling in front of him and his chest is solid against my back, his hardness pushes further into me, and I swear I feel him in my womb. Both of his masculine hands slide up and under my arms, travelling along my torso at a rapid pace to finally wrap around my throat. My head is thrown back into the crook of his shoulder as he asks, “Does it feel better?”
My air flow is restricted from his hold, and my pulse pounds in my nipples and clit as I breathe out, “Yesss.”
One of his hands lets go as he sits still inside me, his cock pressed tightly to my cervix. “You’ll never feel this carnality by cutting yourself open.” His fingernail scores down my stomach, mimicking the slice of a blade.
When I attempt to speak, not even knowing what to say, his hold on my neck tightens, and I struggle for a moment to breathe. “Through your nose,” he rumbles in my ear.
I do as he says as he begins pounding into me again. My pussy feels bruised, my neck is straining, my womb is tightening, readying for another climax. I explode right at the moment he lets loose a string of curses as I feel his warm essence splashing its rivulets in my greedy channel.
“Fucking take my life inside you, greedy girl,” he croons, his breath hot on my cheek.
At last, he lets me go, and we crumble onto my bed in a heap of sweat, pleasure, and pain. Our breaths come hot and heavy as he rubs his talented fingertips in circles around my back. His hard cock still pulsing inside of me, I can feel cum leaking down my thighs with each movement.
Pulling from my body, he flips me over to my back like a rag doll, my body unable to comply even if he had asked. The look I see in his eyes, it both scares and exhilarates me. There’s confusion clouded with want and lust. It’s what I see in their depths that has me smiling up at him—acceptance and maybe love. It’s too soon for that strong of an emotion, though. At least, I’m trying to convince my own heart of that because what I feel for him is certainly akin to it.
“When?” he question, his weighted gaze stroking my body, my markings.
I don’t pretend to misunderstand him. “About a month after I was sent away.”
“Why?” There’s no judgment in his tone, simply him wanting to understand the choice I made.
“I was scared. I was weak. I had these emotions overtaking me for what felt like the first time ever. It was the perfect storm for a turbulent hurricane that left me with no other outlet.”