Kit had smashed his way through my defenses. He’d made it clear that this time, with this man, there would be no walking away. My stomach turned and tightened. The idea both excited me and made me want to launch the contents of my stomach into the nearest receptacle.
They’d always walked away. Every man had walked away.
My father.
The substitutes my mother had fawned over.
The band members who often treated me like I was their own.
The men from the club.
And now suddenly, I had this man standing in front of me, swearing he would be everything, swearing he would never leave me high and dry. It was a hard pill to swallow, but for now I was ready to throw it back and chug whatever I could find in order to force it down.
“Show me why being yours is going to be so damn good?”
Kit didn’t miss a beat, his lips hitting mine with a force that was almost painful. We dueled, our tongues fighting their way into each other’s mouths. The sudden need to be close to him overwhelming all my other senses.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, hooking his hand around my neck and holding me captive. “I’ll show you. I’ll show you real good.”
He stepped forward, forcing me backward so I had to sit at the edge of the bed. The crotch of his jeans almost level with my face. I looked up at him and our eyes met, staying completely connected as I listened to him unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. Just the simple sound of the zip coming down sent electric shocks straight to my already soaking pussy. His eyes were stern and commanding, holding me in place without him even having to touch me.
“Open.”
I did so immediately, holding my tongue out flat. I shivered as he lifted his cock and placed the base of it on the end of my tongue before drawing it down to the tip. I wanted to suck the large head into my mouth, but the look in his eyes told me that he needed control. He did the same motion again a few times, ordering me to moisten my mouth between strokes.
“Now you can suck.” I raised my hand to grip his long thick rod and direct it to my mouth, but he slapped it away. “Just use your mouth.”
I nodded, taking him between my lips and rolling my tongue around the head a few times. He groaned and I closed my eyes, feeling just as much pleasure from the act as I knew he was. It was all so simple, but I knew what he was doing was more about trust than anything. He needed to see me in some way submit to him, to be willing to allow him to have control over the situation and not hurt me, or take advantage while I was vulnerable.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth as he moved his hips back and forth. He controlled the speed and depth, and it was just right. His hand fisted in my hair, forcing my head up to look at his face as he finally pulled all the way out.
“Lay back, baby.”
I shuffled back so I was in the center of the bed, the movement difficult with one arm still held against my body in my sling.
Kit let his jeans fall to the floor but climbed on the bed with his MC cut still covering his torso. He rid me of my shorts which had barely been hanging on anyway and hooked my knees over his hips. He reached up, his hand snaking underneath my shirt and bra and kneading my full breast.
I moaned softly, the small amount of pressure on my nipple is still enough to excite my already buzzing body.
“As much as I want to see you completely bare, I’m not going to take this off. That would mean fucking with this sling and, to be honest, I need you too badly to waste that kind of time,” he gruffed as he used his other hand to position the head of his length right against my opening. I tightened my legs around him, urging him to continue.
Just as he said, he didn’t waste any time plowing himself straight into me. I screamed out loud, my back bowing of the bed as an instant wave of pleasure shot through my body, threatening to break me in two. His hand continued to twist and pull at my aching breast while his other gripped my hip, holding me in place as he thrust himself inside me over and over again.
I gripped the bed sheets, twisting my head back and forth, no doubt matting my hair together as he pushed me between the barrier of pleasure and pain. Riding the line so perfectly it was almost unbearable. My body shook the intense feeling of an impending orgasm filling me.
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. The power of his pistoning hips forcing the air straight out of my lungs. His fingers finally found my rock hard nipple and with one single tweak my body exploded. I grabbed hold of his forearm, digging my nails into the flesh as my body shook and I fought to breathe. A twisted moan finally falling from my mouth.
I didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about how fast I’d gotten off before I was suddenly moving through the air. Kit rolled, still planted firmly inside me until he was on his back and I was straddling his hips.
My body was moving instinctually before my mind even had time to catch up, still dazed and light from the pressure of my release. My hips moved up and down and I rolled them around, enjoying the different sensations each movement gave me.
Kit’s hands rested on my hips as he lay back and watched me. He was giving me control. He was letting me take charge. He was showing me that this was mutual, that he respected me enough to let me set the pace.
It empowered me, watching my man under me as I rode him. Putting me first, letting me take what I wanted.
What I wanted was more.
I slammed myself down on his cock, over and over. My legs burned and pain shot through my shoulder as my body jolted, but I didn’t care. I placed my hand on his chest, my nails scratching at his harden pec while I took my body higher and higher.