He rocks his hips, meeting my hand as it slides up and down. I want more. The need inside me won’t relent, and I follow the twisting path it takes. Sliding to my knees I lean forward, my mouth so close to his wet tip.
“You shouldn’t.” He grips my hair. “Not after what happened to you when—”
“This is different.” I dart my tongue out, touching the salty wetness. “I want this.”
His mercy evaporates, replaced with animal hunger. “Then take it.” He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me onto his cock. Opening my mouth wide, I take him in as far as I can. I gag, back off a bit, then try again. He groans, his hips pumping into my mouth. My gag reflex dies down, and he’s able to slide deeper. I take him, using my tongue to caress the soft skin as his head presses against the roof of my mouth.
I suck and lick, not caring if spit runs down my chin. His grunts and labored breaths funnel to that sweet spot between my legs, and I’m soaked for him.
Pulling back, I lick his head. “I want you inside me.”
“We can’t.” He glances at the camera, his face tortured.
“Bathroom.” I bob down onto his cock again, and his hips jerk. Then he’s pulling me to my feet and shoving me toward the bathroom.
I stumble and then hurry through the door.
He follows and slams it behind us, then lifts me onto the sink. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” But his voice is strained, as if my begging is breaking him.
“Please fuck me.” I lick my lips. This started out of spite. My bird finger to the Prophet. But the more he looks at me, the more I see how close he is to breaking again, to shattering. And this time I want him to do it inside me.
“Spread,” he grates.
Looking down, he watches as I open my wet sex for him. He drags his fingers across my clit, then licks them. Dropping to his knees, he gets a direct taste, licking up my wetness. I grip the sink as he presses a finger inside me.
“Please.” I can barely get the word out.
“Such a tight cunt.” He’s gone, his voice turned into rough gravel as he tastes me. “I’m going to hurt you, little lamb.” He licks me again, from opening to clit. “I’m going to hurt you so much.”
My thighs shake as he plunges another finger inside, stretching me as he tongues me.
“Adam.” I lean back against the wall, the broken mirror no longer there. My pleasure is building with each stroke of his tongue, each plunge of his fingers. Everything in me tightens, and he senses it, fucking me harder with his fingers and whipping his tongue.
I shatter, the orgasm coming out in a choked scream. It rolls over me as his fingers continue to work in and out. I shake, my body unwinding in steady waves until only aftershocks remain. He stands, my wetness on his lips, and kisses me. I taste myself, my desire.
Opening my thighs even wider, he nudges his head at my opening. The tension begins again, twisting in my belly.
“Relax, little lamb.” He kisses me again, swallowing any protest I may have offered. But I have none.
He pushes inside me, then waits, every muscle in him rock hard. Then he pushes farther and stops, as if encountering some resistance. “This will hurt, but then I’ll make it feel good. Trust me?”
I nod and grab his shoulders, holding onto him as he takes the only thing I can offer him. He claims me in another searing kiss and pushes all the way in. I cry out, but he keeps the sound, his tongue whisking it away as he stays inside me.
Full, so full. I’m impaled on him. My walls convulse around his thickness. He strokes my back softly, his mouth gentling against mine as he languidly gives me everything he promised.
When he pulls out, I gasp. He plunges back in, his cock moving smoothly until he’s fully seated.
“Look at us.” He watches as he pulls out again, then pushes until we’re completely joined. “Your pink pussy taking all of me. A perfect, greedy cunt.”
I shiver at his filthy words but want more of them. All of them.
“It’s mine now.” His dark eyes meet mine. “You belong to me. I don’t care what happens. You are mine.” He thrusts again, harder this time. “To fuck. To devour. To hurt.” Another harsh thrust, and I’m clawing at his back. “Do you understand, little lamb?”
“Yes.” I match his gaze as he plunges in and out of me, our bodies communing on every level. He fucks brutally, each stroke hard and direct. He grips my hair and kisses me hard, his tongue working at the same tempo as his cock. I can’t catch my breath, and he doesn’t want me to, fucking me like it’s the last time. Maybe it is.