Page 47 of It Hurts Me
He grabbed my shirt and yanked it up to expose my bra. He dipped his head and kissed my sternum as he continued to lift the fabric and draw it up my arms. Then he smothered my tits with kisses as he pulled down the straps of my bra to make them come free.
I tried to reach for his sweatpants again, but they were just out of reach.
He pulled away and rested on the balls of his feet as he unbuttoned my jeans and yanked down the zipper. He tugged them hard, dragging my body along with the jeans before the denim left my hips and ass. He got them to my ankles, and I kicked off my flats, letting them thud against the rug.
He moved for my pink thong and hooked his thumbs in the band before he tugged it free, pulling it down my legs and to my ankles. He left it there before he moved between my legs, his shoulders making themselves at home between my knees as he pressed a gentle kiss to my aching lips.
My back immediately arched when I felt that hot kiss. “God…”
He kissed me the way he kissed my mouth, separating my folds with his tongue and swiping at the anxious nub tucked away. He sucked it hard into his mouth and gave a gentle bite before he moved over me again, reaching behind my back and unclasping the bra so it was finally free.
I was completely naked underneath him, and he pressed a trail of kisses up my body until he made it back to my lips.
I growled into his mouth.
He pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”
I sat up slightly and forced him back, grabbing his sweatpants and tugging them down.
He smirked, and the twinkle in his eye was brighter than a shooting star—and passed just as quickly. He helped me remove them the rest of the way before his monster cock sprang free, the kind that would stretch the condom until it nearly burst. When he was naked, he moved on top of me again, squeezing between my thighs and pressing his fat dick right against my clit.
I sucked in a deep breath because it felt as good as his kiss.
He ground against me, his face just inches from mine, watching me breathe hard every time he rubbed his hard dick against me, giving me the kind of friction that was better than my hand.
My hands went to his bulging biceps, and I dug my fingers into the skin as he dipped his head and kissed me. His tongue was immediately in my mouth as he ground against me, his length starting to pick up the slickness from my opening and smear it over my clit. Over and over, he did that, pushing the perfect pressure into my nub and making me tighten from the pleasure.
My thighs squeezed his waist, and my locked ankles rested at the top of his ass. I rocked with him, starting to pant into his mouth because it felt so damn good—and he wasn’t even inside me yet. This man hadn’t even fucked me, but he’d managed to make me come twice.
My nails dug deeper into his skin, and my lips paused our kiss, unable to keep up the movements because all I could think about was the burning pleasure that thudded between my legs.
He stopped and pulled away, taking his hot, throbbing dick away from my clit.
He opened his drawer and rolled a large condom down his length.
It looked even bigger when it was wrapped in latex.
He came back, the mountain of a man casting a shadow over my body as he returned to his position on top of me. He grabbed my legs and tilted my hips, putting me in the position that he wanted me before he guided his dick to my entrance. He pushed right away, applying enormous pressure to my opening, trying to fit a square peg into a circle.
My nails dug into his arms again, and I sucked in a breath when I felt him move forward again, pushing past my opening and forcing himself deeper. He was the biggest I’d ever taken, and it was like experiencing my first time again, the anticipation of the pleasure but also the pain.
He gave another thrust and then finally started to sink, driving his tree trunk deep inside my earth, his midnight-sky eyes watching my reaction to him.
I released a cry when I felt him fully, his enormous girth stretching me as far as I could go. “Fuck…”
He tilted my hips farther, both of his arms pinned behind my knees to keep me open. His eyes were unapologetic even when he caused me pain, his desire written in the hard features of his face. He started to rock into me, moving slowly and giving my body a chance to accept his big dick. “You’ll get used to it.”
My nails were cutting like knives into his skin, and I breathed deep with every thrust, turned on by the pain because his size was so sexy. The fact that he didn’t care that it hurt was sexy too, like he knew I could handle it.
He started to thrust harder, keeping me pinned underneath him, the friction disappearing because I was soaked, a river of arousal dripping down my crack to the duvet below me.
I moaned and panted in his face, feeling the same heat deep in my belly that I felt when his dick was sliding over me. The orgasm approached like a sunrise over the horizon, and it was almost at my front door. “Theo…” Tears burned in my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if they were caused by the pain or the pleasure that was about to explode.
He moved faster, a subtle red tint marking his skin, but his breaths didn’t increase and the intensity in his eyes didn’t wane. “Almost there, sweetheart.” He leaned over me farther, our mouths almost close enough to kiss, but he did it to deepen the angle and give me a little more when he thought I could handle it.
I felt the orgasm creep up my body before it wrapped around all my bones like tendrils. The grip tightened, and then it pulled, tugged me into him, into the depths of the blissful abyss. The tears pooled an instant before, and then I came with a whimper and a cry, my nails dragging over his skin and his ink, feeling his dick pound into me harder, ruthlessly, pressing me deeper into the mattress.
It hurt, but fuck, it was the best.