He stalks closer, one hand wrapped around his massive cock, and the other brushing his hair back from his brow, his eyes locked on his name.
He says nothing as the mattress dips when he joins me, and I startle when his hands land on my arse, palming them roughly.
“Theo,” I moan, arching my back in the hope of getting more of his touch.
“Greedy little hellcat,” he murmurs before one of his hands leaves me, although not for long.
Crack.
“THEO,” I scream, my entire body surging forward with the force.
His palm remains on my burning cheek, rubbing the pain away.
I just start to lean back into him again when he pulls away.
Crack.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
My breathing is beyond erratic as he soothes the pain away once more.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, and I swear I only get wetter at his praise.
If anyone had asked me if I’d have liked that patronising phrase during sex before meeting Theo, I’d have told them where to go. Fast. But it turns out, I fucking love it.
When his hand leaves me again, I brace for impact, but the pain never comes. Instead, cool air rushes over my heated skin when he pulls my knickers aside.
He doesn’t give me any kind of warning. One second my pussy tingles, knowing that he’s staring right at it, and the next, his monster cock is pushing inside.
“Oh God,” I whimper when he fills me to the hilt, hitting me so deep I swear I’m going to feel it for a week.
“You feel that, babe? You feel how much I fucking missed you? How badly I fucking need you?” he grits out, his fingers digging into my hips with a punishing grip that I already know will leave bruises behind.
A whimper is the only answer he gets as I try to wiggle in my need to make him move.
“Please,” I beg when he makes it more than clear that he’s happy just being inside me.
“Please what, babe?”
“Please take me, fuck me, ruin me. I don’t care. J-just… do something,” I damn near scream.
“Fucking love it when you beg for it.”
Crack.
My scream rips through the air once more before he pulls almost all the way out and slams back inside, his grip tightening to stop me from surging forward on the bed.
All conversation subsides. Our moans and grunts of pleasure, along with the slapping of our skin as he takes me hard and fast, are the only things that can be heard.
Releasing my hip with one hand, he skates it up my spine, making my entire body shudder as he pushes me closer and closer to release with his brutal thrusts.
He undoes my bra, and the fabric falls away from my body and makes me moan.
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he drags me upright and pins me against his chest, his breath racing past my ear and making my nipples even harder and my release surge closer.
His fingers find my clit and I groan his name as he plays me, finally pushing me over the edge.
“Theo,” I cry as wave after wave of my orgasm slams into me.