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With one hand, I hold him down while the other grazes the length of his long, thick cock, and my mouth waters as my fingers move over him.
“No! No. No. Please.”
I pick it up and test the weight of it in my palm, finding that even soft, he fills the length of my hand, drawing a groan from me while a startled sob escapes him.
Behind me, I can feel his legs lift, but the slacks he can’t get off keep him just as immobilized as my hands. I lower my head to kiss him, tasting tears and fear, salt and mountain air, all of it lingering on my tongue.
It’s a delectable combination. I rip my own shirt over my head and toss it onto the ground, only to freeze the moment his gaze drops to my chest and he goes completely still.
It’s the scars he’s staring at. Scars I haven’t thought twice about because no one has been around to see them other than my cat.
“What happened to you?” he gasps.
The question infuriates me.
I force myself between his legs, which can only widen so far with the material still trapped where it is. I reach back, ripping the pants off completely so I can shove his legs even farther apart.
“Stop.”
I pop a finger into my mouth to wet it, keeping it there for a moment before pulling it free and then, without warning, I shove it inside him.
His entire body lifts off the mattress, followed by a startled cry. Before he’s ready, I force in a second. He screams in pain.
“Please!”
He’s shaking hard enough that I can feel it, tears spilling freely as his legs clamp tightly against my sides without ever managing to close around me. He’s completely open and completely exposed, leaving nothing I can’t see and nothing I can’t touch.
And so far, everything in front of me is everything I want.
When he feels a third finger press against his hole, he squirms violently. I push in. Another scream.
He keeps fighting me with everything he has, twisting and struggling instead of giving in. One would think by now he’d realize how much easier this would be if he simply stopped resisting me.
“It’ll make it easier on you in the long run,” I say impatiently, my frustration clear in every word. “Stop fighting me.”
He looks at me like I’m completely insane, and when I lower my head to kiss him again, he suddenly slams his head forward in an attempt to catch me unaware. I see the movement coming quickly enough to dodge the blow, and whatever little patience I have left snaps completely.
“Fine,” I snarl, yanking my hand back so abruptly that he gasps.
I spit into my hand and rub the moisture onto the head of my dick. Then I drop on top of him, hold his hands down by his head, and thrust.
The air leaves his lungs in a rush. His face pales and his entire body tenses, every muscle drawing so tight that I can’t get in.
“Loosen your body.”
“Get off me!”
He meets my gaze, and whatever he finds there seems to reassure him that I’m not giving in to his demands, because the tears only come harder.
“Loosen your body,” I say more softly this time. “It won’t hurt as much.”
“Just let me go,” he says desperately.
I push forward, watching his face tighten into a grimace.
“Relax.”
He hesitates for another minute before I feel the smallest adjustments in his hips and shoulders, tiny movements as he forces himself to relax despite the tension still running through him. I inch in deeper, and his breath catches before he tries to breathe through it.
