“Am I high?” I asked, giggling, and he returned a big grin.
“On painkillers, Rose,” he said. “Just painkillers.”
“I need to fuck,” I moaned, rubbing my pussy through the lace fabric of my panties. “This feels like a dream. Is this a dream, Rueben?”
He went quiet and I looked into his eyes drowsily.
“It’s not,” he replied, his gaze burning with passionate fire. “It’s not a dream, my love. This is real.”
He pushed down on me and the sound of him groaning mixed with my moans, desperately demanding he gave me the release I needed so badly.
“I can’t fuck you now,” he said in his deep raspy voice. “I need to wait until you’re all better, you pretty little thing.”
“Now,” I begged, halfway between sleep and consciousness. “Now, Master. I want to be yours now.”
I pulled him in by his shirt, my mouth connecting with his, sweet little licks all over his lips demanding his full attention. He groaned when he tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let him. Usually I was too shy for this kind of display of affection, but I felt an empty, needy place deep inside of me that I needed him to find and conquer. I wanted to give him my all, wanted him to have the parts of me he hadn’t even discovered yet.
“Fuck me,” I begged in his ear. “Please, Thorn. Fuck my pussy.”
He stood still and I opened my eyes wide, staring above at him. He looked like a God like that, and I was a believer. I would have followed him to the end of the world and crossed the gap with him.
“Okay,” he grunted. “Okay. You can have what you want, little slut.”
I opened my legs. They were numb from the knees down but it didn’t matter because the rest of me felt good, hot and wet. And my needs needed to be sated like only Thorn knew how to do.
“Take my cock out,” he rasped at me, and my fingers shook as I reached for his pants, pushing them down until his cock sprang free, so fucking swollen it was dripping precum already.
His juices dripped over my naked stomach, and I moaned when I felt him press against the lace of my panties.
“Rip them off,” I begged him. “Get rid of them.”
He did what I asked, the sound of ripping fabric making me moan harder. And then the head of his dick was pressed against me, my pussy opening and adjusting to his size already.
“You sure?” he asked me roughly, but as our eyes connected, I knew my answer didn’t matter.
He would have done it anyway.
The second I nodded he was already inside me, filling me to the bream while I screamed his name against his skin.
“You want it harder?” he asked me raspily, picking up pace as he slammed into me again and again. “Harder than this, Rose? You want more than what I’m giving you?”
“More,” I begged. “You know what I need…”
His hand held my throat gently, his fingertips stroking my skin like it was a precious thing.
“What do you need?” he asked me deeply, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You,” I told him. “I want you. All of you. Come inside me. Fill me up.”
“Say it,” he grunted against my lips, fucking so hard it made me catch my breath every time I felt him pushing into my cervix. “Say what you want, Rose.”
“Please…” I managed weakly, but he fucked harder.
Fucked until I screamed with the need to come on his cock.
“Say it!” he growled at me and I opened my mouth so the words could spill out.
“Please Thorn, breed me. Make me yours. Fuck me deeper. Fuck it into me.”
He transformed into a beast that held me more gently than ever. But he kept driving his cock into my dripping, creaming pussy and I started to cry the second my orgasm hit, rocking my body and making me beg for him to keep going. He couldn’t have stopped anyway, couldn’t have given me a minute’s break. He was a man possessed, pounding into me, pushing himself into an orgasm that would rock the earth.
I clung to him, my long nails digging into the skin on his back, scratching savagely while I begged and moaned and wished for him to come.
“I know you’re holding back!” I moaned in desperation. “You fucking bastard, you jerk, you-you…”
He laughed against my throat, covered my mouth and kept fucking me while I moaned against his flesh.
“I come when I want to,” he told me darkly. “I knock you up when I want to. From now on, we’ll keep you nice and on edge. So fucking ready you’ll be dripping all over the floor when I decide to fuck you.”
I screamed please after please into his palm and he finally went on.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he grunted into my ear. “You’ll be tied to your bench. You know which one, our favorite. You’ll be tied down with your ass. Up. In. The. Air.”