“Your pace, baby girl. Your say-so.” He rubs his thumb over my lips then leans down and grazes his mouth over mine. “Tell me when.”
“When.” I wind my arms around his neck, burrowing my face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me wait.
Asa thrusts, and I stiffen. No, I hadn’t been wrong. He’s… huge. Almost too huge. Only the head and a couple of inches are inside me and I’m trembling. My pussy ripples around his cock, and he holds still above me, letting me become accustomed to him.
Yes, it’s been a year, but this… this is different. I’ve never been this full. This stretched. This branded. And he’s not finished. There’s more of him. I nearly tell himnever mind. Nearly. But I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Because I want all of him. I want to be completely filled by him. I long to be conquered and to conquer.
“India?” he rasps into my ear.
I shake my head, not sure what he asking right now.
“Don’t stop.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t. Stop.”
Tunnelling his fingers through my curls, he yanks my head back out of his shoulder, peers down in my face as if he needs to ascertain the truth there for himself. Then, slamming his mouth down over mine, he thrusts his tongue between my lips just as he drags his hips back and slams them forward.
I scream into his mouth. He swallows it, not lifting his head, taking it, continuing to kiss me, fuck my mouth even as he sits fully seated inside me.
His dick throbs within me, and I’m caught on a tenuous hook of pleasure and pain. And pain has the edge. I can’t relax, my breath a loud buzzsaw in the room.
“Shh.”
He continually kisses me, soothing me. He cups my breasts, sweeping his thumbs over my nipples, circling them before dipping his head and sucking the tips into his mouth. Fierce pleasure arced from my breasts to my sex, tiny, electrified bolts attacking my pussy, and I cry out with it.
Soon, the pain ebbs and I’m writhing beneath him, legs cradling his hips, ankles riding the small of his back.
“Asa, please. Move.”
Skimming a hand down my spine to cup my ass, he lifts me to him, and a hard smile curls a corner of his mouth.
“Whatever you say, baby girl.”
And hemoves.
He draws his hips back, his dick dragging over tiny feminine muscles, lighting me up, until only the tip remains inside me. Then he drives forward, propelling the breath out of me. I’m lit up like a torch. Pleasure blasts through me, and if I wasn’t already on my back, I would’ve tumbled there, blinking, shocked, utterly derailed. What is he doing to me? What is he doing to my world?
I didn’t sign up for this.
Part of me feels like he should apologize for completely wrecking me.
But there won’t be any apologies coming.
At least not until he’s finished this beautiful destruction he’s started.
Rearing back, he slides his other hand under my ass, splays me out over his thighs and fucks me in earnest. I can do nothing but grasp the covers beneath me and hold on. Throw myself at his mercy and let myself be broken on the waves of ecstasy.
With a groan that originates from my soul, I allow myself to be broken, to be used, to be worshipped. Because that’s what he’s doing. Each time he buries himself inside me, reshaping my pussy so only his dick will fit, he’s corrupting me and revering me. I’m his sinner and his goddess.
“Touch those gorgeous tits,” he says, and not waiting for me to obey, he grasps my wrists and raises my hands to my breasts. “Let me watch you play with them.”
I close my eyes, my fingers pinching and tweaking my nipples, plumping my breasts. My back arches, lust a living thing inhabiting me. Only he could get me to do this. Tobethis.
“That’s it.” His fingers slip over my stretched folds, wetting them, then he rubs my clit.
