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“A little.” I breathe. He smirks to himself and uses his hand to grind me onto his cock as he watches.
He wets his lips with his tongue and his eyelids go all heavy as he watches my face, finger still rubbing in a circle around my nipple as he moves me back and forth over him slowly. His chin tilts up, eyes settling on my face. “Do you enjoy pain?”
My breaths are coming hard and fast in the same rhythm that he moves me back and forth. “Sometimes.”
His next breath comes heavier and he inches forward taking the other nipple in his mouth and pulling it between his teeth lightly. I let out a whimper and his cock twitches underneath me. I can feel myself tightening further and he hasn’t even taken my pants off yet. I start to speed up as I grind over him but he shakes his head, his hand on my hip tightening and slowing me down.
“Slow, baby. I want to make this last.” He relaxes back on the chair, a king on his throne. My chest shudders and I can feel I’m right on the precipice. My mouth parts and I let out a loud moan as he continues to not let me go quicker. His finger pinching my nipple and twisting it between his fingers to the point of pain, the nice kind that has you wanting more.
My eyes flutter closed as the feeling starts to build to new heights. That’s when his hand moves from my hip and dips below my waistband, his massive hand grabbing my arse cheek and squeezing hard.
“I want you to come, baby. I wanna see your face when you come and know I’m the reason.”
That’s all it takes, I let out a loud moan.
“That's it. Good girl.” He coaxes. “Just like that.”
My hands grip his shirt for stability as the pleasure racks through me. He continues to pull me back and forth against his cock as I do, my breaths coming in short and fast.
I peel my eyes open to see his own eyes are dark, kind of like when the restaurant got shot up only they’re heavier now. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He flips me abruptly so my back is against the sofa. “I’d hope not,” I say breathlessly as I reach up and rip open his shirt, the buttons popping off everywhere. I need his skin against mine, I want to feel every inch of him. He kneels on the sofa as his eyes skim over me. He bites down on his bottom lip and takes a deep breath through his nose before he pulls my shorts off along with my thong.
He shakes his head, eyes glued to my centre. His hands push my legs down so I’m completely open to him. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He says.
He leans close enough just to breathe against the sensitive skin and I twist, already feeling the emptiness between my legs. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking this pussy since you crashed into my car.” He says. I moan even though I should tell him that whole situation was his fault. He looks up at me through his lashes and slowly spits, letting it drop from his mouth and land on my clit, slowly sliding down between my legs. The feeling ripples out until it reaches my toes. It’s enough to make me go feral. I arch and squirm, needing pressure. I need to feel him. I can't wait any longer.
He runs his hand down between my thighs, finding my pussy dripping wet and rubbing his spit over my already wet and heated flesh. Then lowers his head, starting between my arse cheeks and taking a slow languid lick all the way up. I groan, my head falling back as he does. But that’s not what I need. “I need you inside me, please.” It comes out whiny. I'm not above begging in this moment. Hell, I'd probably bark for him if he asked me to.
He cocks his head at me. “Are you aching for me, Casimira?”
I nod quickly, my bottom lip secured between my teeth and he finally takes himself out. I get a slight shock because he’s bigger than I felt. Much bigger. He rips open a condom and slides it on and I’m glad because I’m so caught up in the moment I didn’t even think, I mean I’m on the pill but still. Safe sex is good sex.
He reaches down, grabs it at the hilt and pushes into me. It hurts at first because he’s so big and I haven’t had sex in a while. His eyes roll back and I cry out. He pauses maybe a quarter in and I'm holding my breath. I can't breathe. The stretching, the ache. It's all too much.
His jaw ticks and he looks on the edge of control as he searches my face. For what, I’m not sure.
“You're big.” I pant.
The muscles in his stomach ripple as he stays still, not all the way in. Just enough to let me adjust. “I know, baby. You’ll get used to it.” Yes, I will.
My hips twitch of their own accord and the ache becomes more insistent than the burning stretch. His breathing becomes harsh. “Ready?” His voice is no more than a growl and all I can do is nod my head wildly.
He sinks into me the whole way and the burning returns but with so much pleasure. My eyes pop open and I grab him, pulling myself up and digging my fingers into his back. “Oh my god” I cry out.
“God, you feel fucking incredible.” He says through a clenched jaw. Still giving me time to adjust to the width of him. His body is vibrating with the effort of self-restraint.
My hips buck and he finally starts to thrust in and out slowly as his mouth works my neck. I didn’t think he was capable of being this gentle. I finally get used to the fullness and relax back against the sofa. I have to hold the steel bar arm behind me because already the pleasure is building again, like he can tell, he starts to increase the tempo. His forehead falls to rest against mine. The muscles in his arms flex and he grips my hip tightly as he thrusts into me harder. I know it sounds crazy but It feels like I've known this man forever. I feel connected to him on a level I never have before.
He pulls my leg up and rests it on his shoulder, giving him a deeper angle, “Jesus.” I cry out between breathy moans.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He groans. His head thrown back to the sky, one hand braced beside my head the other on my waist keeping me in place whilst he slams into me. I can’t hold off anymore. I feel like I’m about to burst.
“Tell me you're close.” He rasps. I can feel myself hurtling towards the second orgasm. Like a rocket crashing back into the atmosphere, the intensity is almost too much.
“pierdolic!” ‘Fuck.’ I manage to get out. He groans. All I can concentrate on is the pressure building and how mind alteringly good he feels. My nails are digging into his back and I’m clinging to him like my life depends on it. The orgasm rips through me as he reaches climax at the same time with a throaty groan. It disconnects me from my mind from my body, like I'm floating somewhere above watching as we both lay there, still connected, panting and clinging to each other. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.
He places his hands on either side of my face and looks into my eyes for a moment before he kisses me tenderly and I swear my heart squeezes at the gentle act.
