“What—no—” My words were cut short when he nudged his hips forward, and I felt his sizable manhood. “We mustn’t.” Bloody fuck, my pussy was beyond aroused, and I hadn’t truly felt how glorious his cock was yet.
“Oh, but we must. I couldn’t take another one your come-hither looks, Ava. I need to bury myself inside you, or so help me God, I won’t stop until I’ve filled you with my cock and seed, burying it deep in your cunt’s moist, tightened walls.”
His filthy words only fueled the burning inside me as I focused on the gradual provoking thrusts he was making.
“Tell me you want me,” he harshly demanded as he grew harder against me.
“I do.” I was so turned on I couldn’t think coherently. “I want you.”
He made a deep, guttural sound before gritting out some more harsh words I couldn’t catch in my hazed state, and then his lips unceremoniously kissed me. It was a punishing kiss, nothing I had ever felt before. It hurt, as if he meant to draw blood, but his cruel treatment only made me a more willing participant. I was incensed with lust to the point that I barely registered that he had dropped his pants. I only noted it when he took my hand and guided it to grip his cock whilst I matched his brutal kisses.
As I stroked his hardness, he thrust his hips while the tip pressed against my stomach, as if giving me a warning that it would be inside me quite soon enough.
“Does the feel of my cock make your cunt wet?” he groaned against my lips before he moved towards my neck then to my ear and whispered into it. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” he accused. “Do you want my fingers to investigate how naughty you’ve been?”
Fuck. Please do. I was about to say the words, but I was cut short when he didn’t hold back from his pursuit; his hand was in between my thighs in a flash, ripping my panties away.
His probing middle finger charged in between my hot folds, making him hiss in pleasure when he did indeed find it seeping with my slick essence. Discovering the tiny nub that triggered a button in me, he made me gyrate and convulse with his expert ministrations.
“You like being unleashed from all the constraints, don’t you, sweet Ava?” he gritted out as he thrust harder into my palm. “Open your legs wider. Open yourself to me.”
It was raunchy and sordid, and my body exalted in his capable hands. Without much indecision, I willingly spread my legs farther apart, giving him full access to my pussy.
“You want my cock inside you?”
Without a doubt.
I responded with a passionate, “Yes.”
He made a deep, animalistic sound, delighted that I was readily submitting to him. “What do you want me to do with your cunt, Ava?”
Reiss … He used to ask me the same, exact question.
Losing myself in my own dream, I relinquished all inhibitions and let my mind wander into fantasyland with Reiss in mind.
“Answer me,” he demanded as he slowly lifted my body.
He then led us towards the bathroom, my limbs clinging on to him as if I didn’t want to let him go. Once he had situated me against the wall in the bathroom, he lavished on my lips before he yanked his kisses away and lifted my body higher up the wall.
This time, he didn’t speak until my legs were wrapped around the back of his head with his face directly in between my thighs. “Hold on to those towel bars. Your life might depend on it.”
I didn’t need a second warning before I followed his advice. Elation ran through me as I first felt the moist flick of his hungered tongue.
“Bloody hell!” I screeched as I trembled at his tongue’s relentless expertise, gripping the metal bars as I got lost in the pleasure he was weaving inside me. I was under his spell, and God help me, I didn’t want it to end.
When my thighs started to clench, readying for a massive first release, he released the tight clasp of his mouth from my pussy before he unceremoniously slid me lower to meet my lips. I welcomed his rough invasion, kissing with my essence glazed over his mouth, as my body melted against him.
My eyes inadvertently opened, and I found myself in the mirror, looking wanton … carnal. I was a woman who had abandoned all her restraints, welcoming everything this man was doing to me.
“Sweet Ava,” he rasped out passionately. “Ava. Fuck!” he uttered my name again in the same fevered tone. “Ava … Ava … You’ve no idea how often I thought of you …” His kiss consumed me, burning me feverishly, burning away every rhyme or reason I had before I felt his first crushing thrust as his cock slid halfway into me, throbbing with one purpose only.
A muffled cry came out of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was relieved or hating myself for loving the very feel of him. He felt like he belonged here, entwined with me, just like this.
Reiss …
God, how he felt like Reiss.
“Wrap your arms and legs around me, love,” he softly requested before he kissed my forehead. “I want to worship you in bed.”
Passionately, we kissed as he guided us towards the bed. His lovemaking was ferocious and lit my senses, an unparalleled and an out of this world experience.
He took me twice without pause, beckoning my passions to no end. He was demanding, and I eagerly tried to match it.
He made me lose myself in a dreamy world, a world where nothing mattered and to hell with the repercussions. I found myself thinking this might be the start to a brand new spark in my life. Maybe this was what I had needed in life—excitement and new passion. I felt revived, newly awakened after being left dead for so long. I hadn’t even realized how lonely I’d been before tonight. And what a revelation that was. Drowning in my morose life, I hadn’t known I needed saving.
But tonight … Tonight had changed everything. I definitely needed to reassess my life, and maybe it was time I took control again, to hell with what my parents wanted.
Elation and newfound purpose sung through my veins as I submitted myself to a deep slumber, feeling at peace as I felt his heartbeat steadily beating against my back.
Hours later, I immediately awakened when I sensed him slowly untangling himself from me. It wasn’t long before I felt the dip of the bed, knowing he was readying himself to leave quietly, as if trying not to wake me.
I let my ears follow his hushed progress. From the whish of his clothes to the sound of the grating zipper and the soft clink of his buckle, my ears took in the soft noise he was making as my heart hammered rapidly.
Was he simply going to walk out of here without a word? It was probably late in the wee hours of the morning; therefore, there was no point of him leaving unless he regretted what had transpired between us. Or maybe he needed to go home and seek his bed with his girlfriend in it…