My body starts to shake as I watch Memphis approach me from behind holding a camera in his hand. It’s an older model, but the same in expense as mine. I have this feeling there is a story behind it, making this moment even better. I guess he wasn’t lying when he said he liked the camera, because he has one. He reaches up with his free hand and makes sure that my arms are secure. “Hold on tight and don’t fucking let go.”
My breath escapes me as I watch Memphis strip himself from his tight boxer briefs, now standing behind me completely naked . . . and hard. Before I can catch my breath I feel him pressed up behind me. He grips my hair with one hand and pulls back so that my neck is exposed to him.
His warm breath caresses my neck as I hear the shutter of the camera. I’ve never been exposed like this, yet I like the idea of him wanting to capture me like this. It’s insanely hot.
“This may hurt a little,” he whispers. Letting go of my hair he reaches over and grabs for a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.
“Good,” I whisper, anticipating the feel of his thick cock filling me, and already imagining how hard he’s going to fuck me. He cups his hand over my mound, slightly lifting me to align our waists at the same height. I arch my back, giving him better access to my pussy.
I feel his teeth dig into my neck at the same time he slides himself inside me. I scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretches me, slowly pushing his cock in as far as he can go.
Grazing his teeth down my neck, he trails his tongue alongside them and presses a finger into my folds, exerting pressure on my clit as he shoves into me, slow and deep. He’s so hard that I end up yanking on the ropes and screaming out.
He presses against my pelvis, bringing our bodies as close as he can. He grinds into me, working his hips as he snaps a few more pictures of me through the reflection in the mirror. I moan out, wanting more.
“Fuck! I love it when you scream.” He leans into my ear as he pushes himself into me and stops. “You like screaming for me?” He backs out and slams into me when I don’t answer. “You want me to fuck you like I want to? I’m trying my best to hold back, but I want to own your pussy, Lyric. I want you to take every . . .” He licks my ear before biting it and whispering, “Inch of me.”
My body shivers from his words and my words come out before I can control them. “Yes. I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”
“Don’t let go,” he demands.
He sets the camera down next to us and alters his position. He wraps one arm around my neck and the other around my waist as he pushes inside me as deep as he can go. He wastes no time before he speeds up, fucking me hard and relentlessly. Our sweaty bodies rub together, both of us moaning out with each thrust. My desire for him is so strong that I feel as if I can’t get enough of him.
Looking in the mirror, I watch his muscles flex. His hold on me only seems to get tighter with each thrust, pulling me toward him. I feel the rope starting to dig into my wrists, but I hold on anyways, not wanting to let go. Something about him having total control of me has me almost begging for more.
I feel myself starting to clench around him and my whole body seems to thrash out, losing control. The feeling is so intense that I let go of the ropes and almost fall to the ground, but Memphis catches me and immediately starts to rub my clit as I shake in his arms.
He grabs the front of my throat and turns my head, capturing my lips in his. Still holding me up, he walks toward the wall and sets me down on my feet. He releases our lips to turn me around, but instantly replaces them. With our lips locked, he roughly presses my back against the mirror, before sliding his arms up mine, pinning them against the mirror. I slide an inch from the sweat sheen covering my back, but something about that gets me hotter for Memphis, knowing he’s the one that’s worked me up.
He breaks our kiss again. His eyes scan mine before he lifts one of my legs to wrap around his waist. He squats slightly to even our height, then shoves himself back inside me with one deep thrust. It hurts, but feels so damn good at the same time.
I scream his name over and over as he pounds into me, taking out his anger between my legs. My hands grip his firm, sweaty body, anywhere that I can grasp onto. In this moment I feel him. I feel his pain, his passion, and his need. I want more.
In the heat of the moment I spin us around, slamming his head into the mirror, hearing it crack. He growls, picks me up and then wraps both of my legs around his waist. This seems to fuel him more, making his thrusts longer and deeper, more furious than before. Almost painful.
“How hard do you fucking want it?” I grip his hair as tight as I can, showing him that I want it rough, and that I’m not afraid of him hurting me. I feel him bite into my bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth and sucks on it, easing the pain he just caused.