The look on his face is almost pained from denying us both the deep plunge we crave. As he slowly pushes inside me, I’m grateful for his determination. I gasp at the fullness, every inch stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched before.
“Oh God,” I can’t help crying out. I knew he was big, but holy shit. The stretch burns so good and I want more. I don’t realize I’ve been incoherently saying these things aloud until Hutch speaks, his voice a rough growl.
“You’re so tight. I’m going to fuck this hot, little pussy so good.”
I throw my head back against the mattress in ecstasy when he’s finally buried deep. My every nerve-ending is on pleasure overload and I nearly come undone from being stuffed full of him. His lips descend on mine as he slowly pulls out—one inch, two. Every inch makes me desperate.
Wild for him, our kiss turns feral. My nails score down his shoulders as I dig my heels into his ass to try and control him. To keep him locked inside me. He won’t be controlled though.
I rock my hips and squeeze the single fat inch of his cock he left inside me, but he’s not to be rushed. His lips continue to work mine until he’s controlling every swipe of my tongue, every brush of my lips, everything. He controls everything and I’m going mad with need.
“Please, please,” I beg. I’m not above begging at this point. “So empty. Please.”
Instead of giving me what I want most, he lowers his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking his way to my breasts. He licks and nibbles at my nipples until they are painfully hard and just as desperate for his attention. My hips continue to move of their own accord, but I barely gain any friction because Hutch has me perfectly pinned.
“I could suck on these nipples all day. So pretty, all red and swollen.” His tongue keeps working them over drawing mindless gasps and moans from my throat. “Mmm… Yes, I could just eat at these sensitive tips until you come.” He sucks one deep, the force of the suction draws a fiery line of pleasure straight to my clit. It’s entirely possible I could come like this.
Without warning he slams his hips into mine, burying his cock into my pussy. I scream as an orgasm crashes over me, my vision blurs and my body seizes up.
Holy fuck.
Hutch pulls back then slams home again and again, riding me hard. Every thrust builds me to another peak. Until I’m not sure if I’m having multiple orgasms or one never-ending release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Hutch punctuates each thrust. “God, Kitten. Your cunt is milking me so good. Not going to last.”
Hell, I’m not going to last at this rate. He’s killing me with pleasure. Brain cells are exploding. I can’t get enough oxygen and my heart might stop, yet he’s worried about not being able to last? Meanwhile, I haven’t stopped coming since he started moving.
Digging my heels into his ass, I slam my hips up to his, egging him on; showing him how gone I am for him. How much I want him. “Fuck me. Come for me,” I demand.
He loses his rhythm as he chases his own orgasm. Thrusting deep, he explodes inside my pussy. I can feel every jerk of his cock as he fills me, his release hot on my thighs as he fills me to overflowing. I cling to him, unwilling to lose the closeness of the moment. Needing that connection more powerfully than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
Instead of pulling away, he rests his forehead to mine as our bodies slowly calm from sensation overload. Long minutes pass as we lay just like that. His cock still buried deep, my legs wrapped around his hips, my arms clinging to his shoulders. With a shuddering breath, he pulls away, breaking the spell of the moment. An empty ache is left behind as he goes. When he wordlessly leaves the room hot tears fill my eyes.
Doubts creep in. How could I be so stupid? I know what he said about wanting me and that I was his, but guys like Hutch don’t go for girls like me. And here I just handed myself over to him on a silver platter. Once again, I’m the girl that gets used and tossed aside. Just as I move to find my clothes—desperate to get dressed and get the hell out of there—Hutch walks back into the room.
I look up into pitying eyes and decide, fuck that noise. I’ll fucking walk to town. I’ll go home, find a place to stay and start over. It’s not the first time and won’t be the last.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” His tone is full of regret. It’s a kick in the teeth. I tried to leave. I tried to end this whole thing before it even started and still he kept me here. He can have the pity party, keep his regret and choke on it. I was honest in my desire. I gave myself wholly to him despite my fears. He calmed them and said the magic words, you're mine. He set me free with those words and he chained me down with his apology.