With a lot of effort, I managed to move my hips, forcing him inside me a little more, and we both moaned when his mouth slammed against mine. It wasn’t soft or gentle. It was a frenzy of lips and tongues as we devoured each other.
The pressure against my inner walls became more and more as his girth stretched me, straining to go in all the way.
Tears pooled at the back of my eyes as the ache spread from between my thighs to the back of my spine. It was a kind of pressure I had never experienced before, and if it wasn’t for my legs being tied, I knew instinct would have had me wanting to close them.
Granite kissed me once more then lifted himself up on his arms. He was shaking, face red and hungry. “Say it.” He didn’t move. “Say…yes.”
This was the part where I gave up fighting. This was the part where I made peace with how fucked-up all of this was, because I realized this was how it had to be. This was him. This was who he was. He wasn’t a romantic Prince Charming who wanted to spend happily ever after with his princess in some far away land. He was Granite, President of the American Street Kings, a ruthless, savage motorcycle club who ruled the underground of New York.
This was my stranger in the dark. The man I’d always wanted.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
Without warning, he thrusted hard and deep, and I cried out as he pushed past the barrier of my virginity. The pain was excruciating, the pressure feeling like it was about to tear me in half. Every muscle ached, my body shuddering as he claimed it.
“Hold on, baby. It will feel good soon. Just hold on.” He gave me no more than two seconds to adjust to him before he reared back, only to drive his cock back inside me.
Another scream ripped from my throat, but he smothered it with his lips, kissing me. He didn’t stop thrusting, but it started to hurt less and less, the pressure turning into an ache that felt…good.
“Jesus Christ, Alyx. This feels…fuck. You feel better than I imagined.”
His arms shook, his muscles quickening, and I found myself loving the fact that he admitted to fantasizing about me. It added fuel to the fire of pleasure burning in my core.
“Lift your ass, baby. Move those pussy walls and suck me in deep.”
I did as he commanded, and my body became greedy, wanting every inch of him inside me. It felt so fucking good, I sank my nails deep into the skin of his back, convinced I tore through flesh.
“That’s it, ballerina girl. Work it. Take it. And get fucking used to it, because I’ll be shoving my cock inside this sweet body of yours every chance I get from here on out.”
Leaning on one arm, he reached between us, his expert fingers finding my clit.
A whimper rolled over my lips, my body shaking and quivering. Every nerve ending was about to explode while Granite kept stretching me to the point where I could no longer distinguish between pain or pleasure.
Burying his face in my neck, Granite moved up and down, in and out, and I slipped my hand down his back to palm his ass.
No matter how wrong I thought this was earlier, now it felt right.
It took one more thrust, and I shattered into nothing but shards of pleasure. My body was no longer mine. It was his, and he forced ecstasy through my bones over and over again.
“That’s it. Point those dainty toes for me, ballerina girl. Come around my cock, and I’ll cream this sweet pussy of yours.”
Harder, faster, completely possessed by the hunt for his own pleasure, he couldn’t keep a steady rhythm anymore. He was lost, just as much as I was.
Slipping his arms under my back, gripping my shoulders with his hands, he forced me down while he pushed so deep inside me it hurt. But the pleasure was still lingering, and I didn’t care about the pain anymore. The rush was too strong, and I no longer cared about anything but him and allowing him to consume me.
He groaned out loud, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he came inside me. I could feel the thickness of his cock, the way it jerked as he climaxed. More proof that he had just staked his claim, marked me like no other man had before. It was in that moment I realized no matter what happened from here on out, I belonged to him now. A powerful man like him would never let go of something he owned so wholeheartedly. That something being me.
A few more seconds, and the frenzy of our fuckery started to dissipate. It was a high I couldn’t explain. There were no words to describe something that felt so euphoric, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. Every muscle in my body went from tight and taut to lax and limp. There was no other way to see it than he literally took everything from me. There was nothing left, my energy completely depleted.
With heavily hooded eyes, he looked down at me before he slowly pulled out. I winced, and it felt raw and achy between my legs. Now that the pleasure had subsided, the pain started to take its place.
Granite bucked to the side then looked down to where our bodies were one mere seconds ago. “Look, ballerina girl.” I lifted off the pillow and stared down at his wet, glistening cock, smears of crimson coating his length. “I told you the next time you kissed me, I wouldn’t walk away without making you bleed. And now,” he nestled back on top of me, brushing hair from my face with his fingers, “your virgin blood just sealed your fate. No man will ever have the pleasure of fucking you, ballerina girl. Only me. It will always only be me.”
21
Granite
Finally claiming her,knowing I was the first to explore that tight little pussy of hers, gave me a sense of satisfaction that could not be put into words. Did I care that I had to play dirty in order to get her to succumb? No.