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His grip on me tightens. “Kiss me, and I’ll let you go to bed,” he purrs, scraping his teeth enticingly over the skin just below my ear.
“No,” I cry, still pushing at his hold on me.
“I can do this all night, Izzy,” he breathes against my skin, sinking his teeth into my throat.
“Why should I kiss you?” I breathe, stilling in his arms.
“Because I want you to,” he answers, pressing a hot open-mouth kiss against the spot he just bit, replacing the pain with tingling pleasure.
“Do you always get what you want?” My voice shakes, and my breathing becomes ragged.
“Always,” he growls, biting down harder, hurting me, then soothing the pain with his mouth.
I part my lips, intending to speak, but before I get a chance, he spins me around, lifting me until my back hits the wall. Pressing me in place with his huge, firm body, he pins my arms at my sides and crashes his lips against mine. Moaning into his mouth, he swallows my sounds, grinding his hard dick against my needy sex.
He kisses me like he owns me, like he hates me, like he just can’t make himself stop. And I kiss him back, shoving all my pain and hurt and want and anger into his mouth, forcing him to take it all. Growling, he grinds his dick even harder against me, his hips smashing into mine as he tries to penetrate me through my clothes.
His growl becomes a snarl, and he releases one of my wrists to grab my thigh, lifting me off the ground and forcing me to wrap my legs around him so he can press his dick against my swollen, aching core.
In a blur of movement, he peels me off the wall and carries me into his bedroom. Slamming the door closed, he backs me up against the wood, holding me in place while he rips the straps of my overalls off my shoulders and roughly shoves my sports bra up, freeing my breasts.
Dipping his head, he takes my breast into his mouth and bites my nipple. I scream, but he ignores me, his hips rolling into me, the bulge of his hard dick finding my clit, and making my scream of pain turn into a desperate moan. Soothing my nipple with his tongue, he alternates between biting and licking, torturing me with pain, then rewarding me with pleasure until the world shrinks down to this moment and the way he’s making me feel.
Moving his ministrations to my other breast, he teases me until I’m lost to sensation and practically incoherent. When his lips find mine again, he kisses me roughly, wrapping his palm around my throat and collaring me possessively, holding me in place while he devours me.
At the back of my mind, I know I should stop this, but I don’t. Instead, I roll my hips, tugging on his hair and wordlessly begging for more. I’m not sure if it’s him or me that pushes my overalls down, but when the fabric hits the floor, he turns us from the door, still kissing me until my back hits the soft comforter and his huge body settles on top of me.
Doubt prickles in my mind, but I ignore it, burying my hands in his messy hair when he tears his lips away and dips his mouth to nip and lick at my sensitive nipple. Running his hand slowly down my ribs and across my hip, he pushes it between my legs, cupping my sex over my soaking wet panties. The heel of his hand grinds over my sensitive clit, and my hips arch off the bed.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, dragging his lips away from my nipple, needing his mouth on mine. When he kisses me, it’s raw and possessive and drugging. I spread my legs wider, needing more friction, needing him. Wanting his fingers, his cock, something, anything to take away the relentless ache that’s pulsing deep inside of me.
Pushing my panties to the side, his fingers finally touch my bare sex, teasing my entrance, before he slips a finger into my channel, finding me soaked and desperate. “So, fucking tight,” he growls, pushing a thick finger inside of me, pulling it out, then pushing back in again.
“More,” I pant, my breathing ragged as my body burns for release.
“Are you pretending with me?” he growls against my ear.
“Yes,” I confess on a moan, throwing my head back when his thumb finds my clit.
“More?” he asks.
“More.” I nod, closing my eyes while he finger fucks me, the wet sound of my sex filling my ears.
A desperate whine falls from my parted lips when his fingers slip out of me and his hand—that’s wet with my own arousal—wraps around my throat. My lips form the word more, a second before I feel his blunt, hard cock at my entrance. But the word dissolves when his dick pushes inside of me in one long, hard thrust.
I scream into his mouth, the pain worse than I was expecting, as his cock fills my virgin pussy.
“You’re a virgin,” he shouts into my face.
“Not anymore.”
“You didn’t think it might be a good fucking idea to mention that before I got my cock out?” he growls, each word making his dick grind into me a little deeper each time.
“I wasn’t exactly thinking about having a conversation.” I wince.
“That’s the kind of thing you tell someone before you get fucking naked,” he snarls, rotating his hips so his dick slides out an inch, then pushing back into me again.
“I’m not naked,” I say, pointlessly plucking at my sports bra that he pushed up so he could torture my nipples while we were kissing.
