His Hostage(38)

He breaks our kiss to look down at me. I’m panting beneath him, my fingers digging into the mattress. He pulls his shirt above his head, his muscles rippling with the movement.

“Take it off.” I immediately obey him and pull at my straps and shove the dress off my body. I watch as he kicks his pants off and takes his hard dick in his hand to stroke it. He’s the epitome of lust and power as he pushes my knees farther apart and runs his fingers down the thin fabric against my pussy, before pulling the panties down my thighs. I shudder under his touch. My body feels cold without his warmth. I need him.

“On your knees.” I turn over and hate it. I don’t want him to take me from behind like this. I feel him run the head of his cock from my entrance to my clit. The velvety feel of his head on my throbbing clit makes my back arch and I moan into the air. I want him to hold me while he fucks me. I want to feel like there’s more than just lust, but before I can say anything he slams into me.

Fuck! I clench at the sheets, grasping handfuls of the fabric as I scream into the mattress. Holy fuck. That’s intense. More than earlier. Much more. My legs tremble as he stills deep inside me. I’m so close to the edge of pain. The mix is a dark delicacy. I don’t know how to handle it. I want to move away, the feeling too intense, too much. At the same time, I want to push back. I need more.

“Are you okay, Elle?” Vince whispers in my ear, and it’s only then that I realize tears have leaked down my cheeks. My head shakes back and forth on its own accord.

He quickly withdraws, causing a bit of pain, and leaves me feeling empty and raw. He pulls me into his chest. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He kisses my hair. “I didn’t realize you were hurting.” I brush the tears away with the back of my hand and try to pull myself together. I’m such a fucking mess.

“Do you always get this sore?” he asks me, and I huff a humorless laugh.

“I wouldn’t know.” I manage to push the words out while I lean down to wipe my face with the sheets.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You were my first.” I bite the words out and regret admitting it immediately. I'm met with silence, and I don’t dare look up at him to see his reaction.

His hands grip my hips and flip me onto my back. I gasp in shock and then stare wide-eyed as his head dips to my heat and he sucks my clit into his mouth. My fingers spear into his hair and my head falls back against the mattress as my eyes close. I push him further into my heat and try to rock my pussy on his face. I feel needy. I am needy. And he gives it to me.

His hot, wet tongue laps at my pussy, nibbling and sucking along every sensitive part. My clit is throbbing and in need of his touch. My pussy clenches around nothing. Finally, he satisfies both at the same time, massaging my clit with his tongue while dipping his fingers into my pussy. His fingers curve and rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front wall.

I close my eyes and moan into the air above me. My thighs start to tingle and my toes go numb. My body stiffens and I know it’s coming. I know he’s going to shatter me into a million pieces. His head lifts between my thighs with his fingers still inside me.

My mouth opens to object, but before I can utter a single word, he pinches my clit and pushes his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with it. The forcefulness of his deft fingers on me pushes me over the edge. Waves of heat and pleasure crash through my body.

Wave after wave of heated pleasure rocks through me.

I barely register him pulling away from me only to cage my body in.

He leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, down to my collarbone. His hot breath tickles my neck, causing my nipples to harden. My head turns to the side as my breathing settles. I feel the head of his cock push into me. He moves deeper and deeper, slowly stretching my walls. His thumb pushes against my clit, making my entire body heat as a radiating pleasure builds in the pit of my stomach, threatening to take over my body. My head thrashes as I absorb the intense waves of pleasure mixed with the hint of pain from his large girth.

He kisses and licks his way down to the pale peaks of my breasts and sucks them into his mouth. He rocks in and out of me slowly as he keeps one hand massaging my clit, while the other hand roams over the rest of my body. The combination of his expert touch and practiced motions overwhelms my senses. I tremble beneath him feeling the slow build of pleasure rising higher and higher, threatening to consume me. Fear paralyzes me. I don’t know if I can handle this. It feels too high, too intense.

And then all at once, he pushes deeper into me, all the way to the hilt. As he thrusts, he pinches my clit while biting down on my nipple hard enough to cause just the tiniest hint of pain. With his free hand he pinches my other nipple between his fingers, and I explode beneath him. Overwhelmed with heat, every nerve ending in my body lights aflame. My back arches and my body stiffens.