She sucked in a giant lungful of air and shrieked, "What the fuck are you doing?" He squeezed again, and this time she slapped at his wrists and tried to twist away.
I finally came to my senses. This was getting ugly, fast. "Gunner, stop, she doesn't like it."
He released her, and she scrambled off him and backwards on the bed, coughing and holding her throat. "What the fuck?" His deep voice boomed. "I haven't hurt you. You don't fucking trust me?"
Oh boy. He had a short temper on a good day, and when he was all fired up in the middle of sex or for whatever other reason, he could be explosive. I had to diffuse him, fast.
I laid a hand on his arm. "She's just never done that before," I said, "That's all. Come on. We'll show her how."
He looked between us for a moment before finally cooling down and seeing reason. "On your back." I moved quickly, eager to appease him. And eager to have his dick in me, if I'm being honest.
He positioned his body over mine and rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance. "Shit, you're so fucking wet."
"Come on," I urged him. I was really wet, and ached for him. Secretly I was glad Dawn backed out - I wanted him and his huge cock for myself. He's mine. They're all mine.
He slammed home hard and fast. I cried out. Normally I needed a few moments to adjust, but he was out of patience. I locked my legs over his back, taking him deeper as he pounded away. My fists clenched the sheets. He growled as he fucked me, and I wondered if it meant he'd finish soon and wouldn't want to play his game at all. His wild pounding was deliciously painful, though the pain was fading as my walls finally stretched to fit him.
But finally he slowed, the fire in his expression fading into something darker as he wrapped his hands around my neck. I grabbed his wrists, but I had no intention of trying to pull him away. Still, the position was frightening. Normally he would let me be on top, giving me a little more freedom of movement. On my back, I was utterly trapped. But even as I fought down a brief wave of panic, my pussy heated and pulsed and practically gushed with my fluids.
I didn't even bother wondering what was wrong with me anymore.
His grip tightened and cut off my airflow. At the same time his rhythm slowed to longer, slower strokes, meant to draw out our pleasure as we felt every inch of each other, every twinge and pulse as I ran out of oxygen.
Then just when my vision began to swim, he eased up, letting me take in one long breath before cutting me off again. It was scary, dangerous, and never failed to make me come hard and fast. Sometimes more than once.
We'd hardly been at it a minute and already I could feel an orgasm coiling inside me, ready to explode. Our eyes were locked - he watched mine dim as I ran out of air, savored the fear as the lights began to go out; I watched the intense lust in his, the furious hunger that only seemed to be satisfied when he choked and fucked me. Those handsome features hid something twisted and ugly. At least Dawn was aware of it, now.
I writhed as he held my neck longer and tighter. His face swam in my vision and my pulse sounded loud and heavy in my ears. I was sure I was turning red; Dawn said something nearby, and Gunner only curled a lip in response. Still he filled me over and over with deliberate strokes, never faltering.
When I started seeing black spots, when I was sure it was time to claw at him or risk passing out, he finally let up. I came immediately. The feel of his cock rubbing directly against my g-spot as my blood rushed through me with that first sweet breath of oxygen after so many long, frightening moments - it was overload. My pussy contracted around him and my hips bucked as the euphoric waves rushed through me, but my cry was cut off as he applied pressure once more.
My vision went black. I needed to breath through the intense climax, needed to pant and moan, but he interrupted it. I came harder still as an animal panic swept over me, and I bucked wildly beneath him. I heard the deep groan as his own end approached, felt him cease his thrusts and root deep inside my still clenching walls, but I fluttered in and out of consciousness. My nails dug into his arms, and then it was lights out.
I became aware of someone gently tapping my cheeks. "Ivy. Open your eyes." I peered up at Gunner and saw something like relief cross his face. Then he was out of my vision and Dawn was above me, looking a little pale.
"Since you're here you can deal with holding her hand until she can get up," Gunner said. Dawn settled next to me and pulled me close to her side. When did she get dressed? Was she here that whole time? I was slow to come back to my senses, and when I finally looked up, it was just in time to see Gunner shutting the door as he left.
"You okay?" Dawn asked shaking my shoulder.