“You think you can get away from me?” The rasp is back in his voice. “You’re all alone. Your neighbors are too far away to hear you even if you scream. You’re at my mercy. I can do anything I want to you.”
As if to punctuate his point, he reaches up under my skirt, wrenches my panties to the side, and shoves three fingers up inside me.
I can’t help making an oof noise at the intrusion. I’m not wet yet and it stings. I scrabble at the carpet, trying to crawl away from him. It’s no use, though.
He just grabs hold of my leg and drags me backwards toward him. I cry out, letting all of it go. Letting all of it fucking go.
Probably a really dumb move. I don’t know Dylan. Not really. But still, just like last night, I give myself over to him in complete trust.
Which doesn’t mean I submit. No, the struggle is part of what I love, what I need.
So I kick at him and scream. I must land one especially good kick because he grunts loudly and then launches himself at me as I make another attempt to get away.
He lands on top of me, his whole body covering all of mine.
His erection is bigger and harder than last time, though I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. “You think you can fight me, slut?” He laughs humorlessly. “I’ll show you what sluts like you deserve. To have their cunts full of cock.”
And with that, I feel him bare against my ass. He reaches one hand around my hips, yanking me up just enough to expose my pussy.
And then he jams inside me.
We both cry out at his entrance and I squeeze around him. Because it feels.
So.
Damn.
Good.
He is everything I’ve been missing. That emptiness I’ve been walking around with years. For years. But now I’m full in every way.
He drags out and then shoves in again and I come.
Two thrusts and I come.
That’s how badly I’ve needed this.
I scream into the carpet with my orgasm, thrashing on his cock. I hope he thinks its because I’m still trying to get away. He can’t know how desperate I am for him. How goddamned needy.
I should know better, though.
“You think it’s that easy? You think you get off that easy? You don’t know how this works, little girl.”
He bottoms out inside me, so deep it makes my breath catch. And then he pulls all the way out and flips me so that I’m on my back.
Immediately, though, he’s back on top of me, grabbing my ankles and lifting them up so they’re up near my head. He plunges in again relentlessly. One stroke, then two.
His cock is big, but for me, it’s the perfect size. Wide enough to stretch me and provide sensation to every part of my sex, and long enough to hit all the important bits inside when he thrusts deep.
But when he withdraws and I feel the head of his cock nudging at my ass, my eyes fly wide open.
“No!” I shout, looking him in the eye.
His dark eyes are piercing as I frantically meet his gaze.
But then he just reaches down and continues feeding his cock into my asshole.
Will I let him do this? I haven’t let other men. No one since…
I whimper but don’t avert my gaze from Dylan’s. Shit. Oh shit, oh shit, am I really letting him do this?
He’s a thief. You don’t have a choice.
But that’s just the game. We both know that he’s waiting to see if I’ll say the safe word or not.
Isn’t this what I wanted, though? Not to be in control? For a man to be able to take me to all the darkest, deepest places?
So I purse my lips tight, lay back, and close my eyes.
He doesn’t wait. He immediately surges deeper.
Oh God! Ow, fuck. Ow! I cry out and my eyes fly open, because fuck, it hurts. He’s going to split me wide open.
“Look at me,” he barks. “Eyes on me or I’ll fucking kill you.”
I nod obediently, both thrilled and terrified at his words.
But his cock, oh God. It was the perfect size for my pussy, but my ass? It hurts. It hurts so bad.
Tears spring to my eyes but Dylan doesn’t stop.
What he does do is yank the mask off his head and throw it to the side. Then he bends over, my legs sandwiched up between our bodies, crushing me to the carpet with his weight
“That’s right,” he whispers, rasp gone.
It’s just the two of us in this moment. Dylan and Miranda.
“Let me see you cry. Show me how it hurts.”
So I do.
I let it all go. I fucking sob as he continues breeching me, inch by terrible inch until he’s finally buried in my ass.
He jams in the last bit and I cry harder. He smiles in satisfaction and leans over to kiss my face. Kissing my tears. Licking them.