Caught off guard by his angry tone, I try to take a step back, but there’s nowhere to go. Hero still has one hand on my forearm, his fingers wrapped around my wrist like an iron shackle that won’t budge. “I’m sorry. I thought I would be back before you woke up,” I pout.
“Is that supposed to make it better? Do you not understand what it would do to me if something happened to you? Don’t you understand what you mean to me?” His eyes are frantic, his face full of worry.
At first glance, Hero seems nothing besides furious. But underneath that anger, I can feel the longing, love, and desperation. Without even thinking, I do the only thing I can in this moment…
I kiss him.
Our lips clash together furiously as the beginning of an all-consuming passionate kiss.
I moan into his mouth while my fingers find their way into his thick black hair. My body arches into his touch as his warmth welcomes me.
His hands are already roaming my body, caressing my backside, tugging and pulling, gripping and holding. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t pull away fully. Instead, he picks me up and carries me to the edge of the couch.
Still breathless from the kiss, I try to figure out what he’s doing.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, his hands roughly pull my jeans and panties down to my knees. He doesn’t even bother to let me step out of them before he turns me to face the couch and bends me over it.
“Hero…” I try to get up, but his hand is between my shoulder blades, pushing my face down into the couch. Panic creeps in on me like a summer rainstorm and I seriously think about screaming. I have to remind myself this is Hero behind me. Even though he’s mad at me right now, he would never actually hurt me.
Putting all my trust in him, I stay still and listen as he unbuckles and unzips his pants. The smooth tip of his dick nudges against my entrance. As he leans into me, I feel his hot breath at my ear. “Is this what you want? Are you trying to make me mad? Do you want me to remind you who you belong to?”
“I-I didn’t…” At first, I just can’t find the right words, then he slams into me, burying himself so deeply, I lose the ability to speak.
He doesn’t stop or slow down to wait for me to adjust to his length. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place.
I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, my hands grasping the couch for dear life. I let him take me the way he wants, knowing full well if I ask him to stop, he will. But I don’t want him to stop.
The surprise and pain quickly disappear into thin air, leaving me with nothing besides intense pleasure. His cock slams into me savagely, his fingers hold onto me with a bruising grip. I feel satisfied, cared for, possessed. There’s something so raw about this, it awakens a primal side of me.
And just like that, I come fast and hard.
Hero doesn’t slow, though. He thrusts his hips harder, faster, pumping into me through my orgasm, intensifying it to the point where my vision blurs. I don’t know how long he keeps this up. Time seems to stand still. After a while, I can feel myself being pushed to yet another peak. The pleasure is insane as my body shakes at the roughness of his touch.
“You going to come for me again?” Hero leans over, pressing his sweat covered body onto mine, and reaches around me. His fingers find my clit, making me scream out his name. I can feel every single muscle in his body tense. He’s dragging this out, enjoying every single stroke inside me.
“That’s it…milk my cock, baby.”
His crude words combined with his dick buried so deep inside me while his fingers play rigorously against my clit send me into a frenzy. I thought the last orgasm he gave me was intense, but this is out of this world. I can feel every fiber in my body all at once, all joined in one mind-blowing euphoria. Air, my heart beating, none of those things matter.
I never want this feeling to end.
I want to stay in this place of bliss and happiness forever.
I’m faintly aware of Hero grunting and groaning behind me as he pounds into me one last time before stiffening, his hot cum fills me to the brim. He pulses inside me for a short time before relaxing on top of me.
He gets off me a few minutes later, when my heart has finally slowed to a normal beat. I don’t understand how he’s able to make his body work after what we just did. My limbs feel like cooked spaghetti. There’s no way I’ll be able to get up any time soon.