It didn’t matter that this wasn’t the place or time, it just mattered that I needed to feel connected to this man. I needed him to take me in a way that made him feel like I was truly his. That I was truly okay after everything that had happened.
“You need this?” he demanded softly, a dark dominance flashing in his eyes.
“Yes,” I whimpered, “I need you—”
A surprised sound left my throat as he easily stood and set me back down on the chair so that I was kneeling and facing away from him.
I tried to look behind me to see his expression, but he grabbed my jaw gently and kept it forward, his voice rough. “Don’t move, sugar. Not unless I tell you.” Something that was hard since I felt so exposed, yet filled with excited anticipation as I knelt on the padded wicker lawn chair.
Those thoughts were suddenly completely unimportant as he flicked down one strap of my tank top and bra, biting down on my right shoulder as I leaned back into his chest, loving how massive he was compared to me. I knew he could cover me completely, and when his lips soothed over the bite mark, I let out a soft breath of his name at how hard he was pressed against my ass.
“You promise to be a good girl?” His voice almost held a note of amusement to it, but I could hear the darkness there.
“Maybe—” I let out a small surprised sound as he tugged my other strap down and my breasts were bare to the back yard, both of his hands cupping them and teasing my nipples until I thought I’d lose my mind. He didn’t even give me a moment to try to control myself as my hands came out to grip the back of the chair, his hands unrelenting in their teasing.
“Say it,” he demanded, pausing as frustration welled through me.
“Yes, I’ll be good,” I whimpered.
“Spread them,” he growled, and I spread my legs, falling forward so that my breasts were resting on the upper part of it, completely bent over for him. The chair, considering the padding on it, was actually rather comfortable, and I inhaled sharply as he tugged my wrists back behind me. I had no idea how he knew or managed it, but the position I was in completely removed any possible pain, and instead I was just filled with an overwhelming sense of need. My pussy was wet and my breasts ached but were treated only by the fabric of the chair instead of his fingers.
“What are you—” I moaned as Sterling’s hand came across my ass hard enough that it sent an electric shock to my clit. I nearly climaxed right there. I put my head against the chair as he suddenly wrapped what I was almost positive was his tie, which had been casually around his neck, around my wrists.
“No moving,” he demanded, his voice almost hypnotic in quality. I had never seen this side of Sterling, and I desperately wanted to turn around to see what was turning his voice into this, but I couldn’t move, at all. I think that was the point.
Not only could I not see him, but I was completely on display to anyone who walked out here. The amount of trust I had in Sterling was unlimited, so I gave into it and let out a small moan, wiggling against the ties just to test them.
He let out a pleased rumble when I couldn’t budge before reaching around and slowly unbuckling my jeans, his growl vicious as he tugged them over my ass and pushed them down my thighs so I couldn’t move at all.
“Fucking hell, Dahlia.” He let out a frustrated sound, his hands squeezing my ass hard. “I’m sorry, sugar, this isn’t going to be soft or romantic like I wanted our first time to be. I’ve needed you for way too long… I can’t go anymore without having you. Tell me I can have you.”
“You can have me,” I breathed out. “You can have all of me—”
My moan filled the space as his fingers brushed over my wet heat and he let out an almost feral sound. His voice was far more rough and deep as he spoke, “Do not try to change positions, okay? I want you to take every single inch of me just like this.”
A needy sound left my mouth as I pushed back, suddenly feeling his hard length pressed right between my ass cheeks. Hot desire coursed through every inch of me, making me feel like I was almost in heat. My skin was flushed, and the idea of being caught by one of the other boys only turned me on, the head of his cock running through the slick heat of my pussy before nudging at the entrance.
I was close to begging him to stop teasing me, but when one of his hands gripped the binding of my wrists and his cock pressed right into me, I let out a sound of relief that had my body nearly giving into my building climax. My eyes flared, letting out a sound of concern, as I realized just how thick Sterling was…before he punched forward, surging completely inside of me.
“Holy fuck!” My voice was choked as a sound I didn’t even recognize came from him. My eyes fell shut and I forced my body to relax, unable to believe just how big this man was. All of my guys were big—I didn’t need to be with other people to know that, I could just tell… But the twins? Holy smokes, they were just so long and wide, it was actually a bit terrifying. My body wasn’t even positive that we were able to handle this, handle him right now.
My teeth were nearly chattering with need as he held himself inside of me, his cock pulsing, as I was torn between begging him to move and asking him to just stay exactly where he was.
“Sterling!” I cried out his name as he pushed further in, making me realize he hadn’t been completely inside of me yet. The adjustment to him had my eyes watering as pleasure and tightness pulsed through my center. I couldn’t move or adjust, either, I just had to take all of him, and my breathing came nearly in pants as he finally bottomed out.
“That’s my good girl,” Sterling growled softly. “Fuck, you are taking every single inch of me, aren’t you? You are so fucking tight, Dahlia, I wouldn’t be surprised if I came after a few strokes. This pussy was made to fuck.”
“Then fuck me,” I whimpered, needing him to move.
A dark chuckle left his lips. Somehow I had a feeling that I was in trouble.
I let out a scream of his name as he pulled back before puncturing his hips forward, hot pleasure slamming into me. Without giving me a moment to adjust, he gave me exactly what I wanted and started to rail in and out of me, making my head spin. My center tightened around him, my body exploding with heat as he took me like he had been wanting to for forever.
I was such a whimpering and moaning mess, begging him to keep going, that when he finally stopped, his stroke so deep it felt like he had hit my womb, I let out a sound of frustration.
“Gotta be quiet, sugar. Don’t want to send everyone running out here.” His voice had a tone of warning, pure need, and dark amusement. I couldn’t tell you if he liked that idea or not, his cock seeming to grow bigger as he started to pump into me, slow and deep, as I tried to muffle the noises leaving my lips.
“Or maybe that’s what you want,” he groaned. “Do you want to have everyone see you spread out like the fucking feast you are? Goddamn, you were made to be worshipped on all fours. Every single one of your tight holes should be filled with cum all the time.”