I stand on my toes and kiss his lips. “I’ll do it. If that’s what you need.”
“Promise me. If Reina ever comes to you and says it’s time to go, you’ll follow her. Can you promise?”
“I swear, if things get worse and Reina says it’s time, I’ll go back to the States. But I don’t want that.”
He lets out a relieved breath and some of his tension eases off. His hand wraps around my waist and his palm presses against the small of my back and he pulls me tighter against him.
“Good girl,” he says and kisses me.
A deep, slow kiss.
The kind of kiss that makes my legs tremble. That makes my lips numb.
The kind of kiss that leads to more.
We stumble into the bedroom. He closes the door and locks it. I feel like we’re in a frenzy, like all the tension and anger and uncertainty spills out of him and into me, and we’re taking it out on each other. He pulls off my clothes, top first, then turns me around and drops to his knees, sliding my jeans off. I give my hips a shimmy and the noise he makes as he kisses up the back of my leg, over my ass, and along my back is like heaven.
I feel his hardness press against my ass as his fist grips my hair and he tilts my chin up, exposing my throat. His other hand wraps around my neck as he kisses me from behind.
“Why do I want to destroy you so badly, little killer?” he whispers as his hand tightens around my neck. I feel him looming behind me, massive and strong, and he could do it if he wanted. Tense himself just enough and rip me in half. “I want to break you while making you come. What is wrong with me?”
“Nothing,” I say and wiggle my hips, feeling his stiff cock twitch in response, and a blossom of satisfied joy fills my chest. I can make him excited. I do that to him with only my body. “You want to hurt me the same way I want to hurt you.”
“And how’s that?”
“I want to kneel on your chest, punch you in the face, and slide my hips back until I feel you fill me to the brim. God, how fucked are we?”
“Fucked,” he agrees, turns me around, and kisses me deeply.
I take his shirt off then his jeans. His cock is stiff and straining against his boxer briefs. He pulls my hair, guiding me to my knees, and I look up at him with my hands on his hips, slowly sliding his underwear off until his thick shaft stands at attention against my lips.
I kiss him, lapping at the salty tip, tasting him. His moans echo in my ears as his hand tightens in my hair. I groan and take him into my mouth, but he isn’t slow and he isn’t gentle. He pushes himself deep into my throat and I gasp, pulling back, stroking him fast and hard. I stare into his eyes and a broken man stares back, a broken man consumed by hunger, and I’m the only feast he needs.
I suck him faster, moaning as I do it. I spread my legs and touch myself, dizzy with anticipation and need. He growls his excitement and pulls my face back before kissing me, tongue against my tongue, drinking me deep.
“Delicious,” he whispers, and I’m dizzy as he throws me onto the bed and rips off my panties. He shoves my legs open roughly, and when I try to crawl away, he grabs my ankle and pulls me back, pinning me down and sliding his fingertips against my slit. I moan and he bites my lower lip, purring as he fucks me with his thick fingers. “Lovely and delicious,” he says pulling his fingers back out and shoving them into my mouth. As I lap up my pussy juice, his tip presses against my soaking wet entrance, and he slowly begins to fill me.
I moan in utter ecstasy and bite him. He grunts and thrusts hard from the sudden pain, filling me with a blinding pleasure and agony all at once. I release him, head tilted back, moaning his name as he starts to fuck me raw and wild. I wrap my legs around his hips and want him deeper and deeper, want him closer and closer, inside of me and on top of me and everywhere, owning me and hurting me and making me feel more than I ever could’ve imagined.
His lips find mine and I whisper his name.
“You feel like I’ve always wanted to feel,” he gasps as he thrusts into me over and over. “You feel like I dreamed I could feel, but was never good enough to actually achieve it. Agapi mou, I need you right now, I need you by my side and in my bed and mine, all fucking mine.”
“I’m yours.” I move my hips, grinding against him, blinded with bliss and lust as my core builds toward a devastating climax. “I’m all yours, Peter. All yours, all yours, allyours.”
He groans and takes me faster, pins my hands up above my head with one massive palm, and wraps the other around my throat. I gasp, gag, shocked and excited, and as he pushes down just enough to make my pulse quicken, I come in a wild burst of bright white lights in my vision, his name on my lips. He doesn’t slow, he isn’t gentle, and when I finally feel like I’m coming down, he releases his grip and I suck in big gasps of air.
“Good girl,” he says, sliding himself out. He gets me on all fours and I lovingly lick his cock, tasting myself, purring. “Good fucking girl.” He positions himself behind me and teases my pussy with his tongue, rolling against my clit, licking my lips, spreading me wide.
When he fills me again, it’s like I’ve been waiting for him my whole life. I lean back against his muscular chest as his hands explore my hips and breasts, and I kiss him over my shoulder, pulling his hair, nibbling on his tongue and lips. He pushes me back down and I dig my fingers into the sheets as he takes me, fucking me faster, filling me with a beautiful burning pleasure as my body rocks with each rough thrust.
“That’s right, agapi mou, no matter what happens, this skin is mine, this pussy is mine, every moan you make and every time you come, it’s all mine.” He pulls my hands back, pins me to the bed, and ravishes me. “You can hit me, hurt me, try to break me, and I’ll come back and beg for more. I’m an addict for you now, little killer. I need this, I need you to feel complete. I don’t know what you did to me, but you’re all I can think about, all I can dream about. Your legs spread, your moans filling my ears. Fighting you, taking you. Wrestling you to the ground, holding you down, fucking you into submission. I even want you to punch me in the mouth and make it hurt before you suck my cock. I need to bleed for you, little killer, I need to bleed.”
I look back over my shoulder, panting, moaning as he takes me faster and leans forward to rub his middle finger along my clit, and that throws me over the edge. He pulls my hair, spanks my ass hard, and I come again as he roars his joy. I feel him fill me then, and our orgasms intertwine into a twisting braided heaven of mutual intensity. His come makes my orgasm that much more intense, over and over, upward and upward, until I collapse onto the bed.
I’m a sweaty mess. He holds me tight against him, still softening between my legs. I feel his pulse, steady and fast, and his deep breathing against my neck.
“Good girl,” he whispers and kisses the back of my neck.