Raw(23)
Author: Belle Aurora

Chest-to-chest, he lies flat on top of me, skin-to-skin. His warm, firm body blankets mine. He presses me into the mattress, putting his weight on me. Putting pressure on me. It’s not uncomfortable, but restricts me. Reaching down, his links his fingers with mine and slowly pulls my arms up over my head. I know what he wants.

Tonight, he won’t get a fight. I’ll give in.

As much as is possible for me.

Looking down at my body, he takes his time drinking me in. And the way he looks at me is as if I’m precious. His slow, drawn out exhale makes my body break into goosebumps and I flush. His knee pushes between my legs, forcing them apart. I get the hint. Spreading my legs for him, he settles on top of me and puts his face close to mine. So close that his lips touch the corner of mine as he speaks. “Legs around me.”

His breath warms my lips. I nod. My legs snake around his hips and wrap tight. He won’t get away from me easily tonight.

Releasing one hand, he fists his c**k and rubs up and down my damp entrance. Every time his piercing touches my clit, my eyes roll back into my head and I fight the urge to moan out loud. So I’m surprised when he growls, “Already wet. I knew you would be.”

I’m ready for him when he pushes the head of his c**k into me. Ready or not, I mew like a cat in heat. The fullness, the satisfaction, the stiff heat…it’s perfection. How could I ever want more than this? I feel complete.

And it’s then that my eyes fly open and his words come back to haunt me.

“You’re not gonna want anyone but me.”

As soon as my mind begins to panic, Twitch slides home. My mouth opens in a silent moan and my eyes close. Linking our fingers once more, he holds my hands firmly above my head, rocking into me slowly but deeply.

“Miss me?”

I hear the smile in his voice and can’t help but smile back. “You’re an ass**le.”

His voice changes. A strong agreement. “I know.”

He thrusts deep and my channel grips him tightly. Almost as if even my body fears this will be the last time and doesn’t want him to go. I don’t know what possesses me, but the words fly out mid-moan, “Kiss me.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “No.”

Well, alright then. It was worth a shot. I guess.

Thank God the room is so dark that my embarrassed flush will go unnoticed.

When he stops thrusting and tries to unwrap my legs from around him, I squeeze them tighter around his waist. Dropping his hands, he says low in warning, “Lexi.”

And with a pout, I allow myself to be unravelled. Gripping my hips, he pulls me further down the bed, lifts my legs onto his shoulders, and enters me again in one harsh thrust. A whimper breaks free from me. As soon as Twitch hears it, something in him breaks. He grunts and slams into me. At this angle, it feels so much deeper. So deep that it almost hurts.

And I love every second of it.

He continues to work my body into a frenzy. Tossing my head from side to side, I moan loudly and grip the sheets. The first contraction warns us both that my orgasm is coming hard and fast.

So he pulls out. Again.

Exasperated and unsatisfied, I let out a growl of frustration. I can’t stop myself from asking between deep breaths, “So I’m not allowed to come tonight?”

Panting and making no effort to reply to me, he turns me on my side and settles in behind me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me into him and nips my ear, “You wanna come, baby?” His fingertips trail down to my sensitive nub and circle slowly.

My ni**les bead. “Yes. Please.”

Sucking the point where my neck meets my shoulder, he works me faster, and white sparks flash behind my eyes. “I want you to beg, Lexi.”

I’m close to the finish line, so begging is not above me right this second. “Oh f**k, Twitch! Please, please let me come. I need it so bad. Put your c**k in me. Now! Please!”

Placing his knee between mine, he pushes my legs apart and drives back into me. A long groan is pulled from me as my contractions start. He whispers, “Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

The tingles in spine turn to full blown fireworks when he slaps my clit. Hard.

Crying out, “Oh my f**king God,” my body jerks viciously as I come violently around him.

The arm around my waist pulls, seating me deeper onto his c**k as his thrusts shallow. Panting through my orgasm, a sob escapes me. His free hand comes up to knead my breast, and a familiar tingle starts low on my back as I throb around him. He utters breathlessly, “Fuck yeah. I knew it. I f**king knew it.”

My eyes cross and I whimper when his thumb and forefinger work together to twist my nipple. Freeing his other hand, he slaps my clit lightly and it happens.

Never in my life have I had a multiple orgasm.

Never.

Not ever.

But I’m now living proof that they aren’t a fable.

I whimper as tingling takes over my body and my pu**y pulses lightly. My whimper turns into a moan when he thrusts harder and deeper into me. When he snarls and bites down on my shoulder, I tip my head back and cry out loudly. My body turns rigid as I begin to pulsate. Twitch bites harder, and the mixture of pleasure and pain breaks something in me.

If heaven were a place, it would be the tiny area Twitch’s piercing touches when I come on him.

Tears trail my cheeks in complete and utter bliss.

The moment he stills, he groans around my shoulder. His c**k jerks inside of me, and the warmth I feel tells me that he – once again – didn’t wear a condom. If it were anyone else, that would be a big deal.

But it’s not anyone else.

The arm around my waist holds me tight. Removing his teeth from my shoulder, he rests his forehead in their place. Both panting, we lay there a few minutes. Sooner than I’d like, he slides out of me, then my bed, dresses quickly, and walks away from me without even a peep. Or so I think.

At my bedroom door, he turns to me and speaks into the dark. “I’ll call.”

A sudden thought rushes through me, causing my stomach to coil, and without a second thought, I blurt out, “You’re clean, right?”

He stills a moment before he answers in dead seriousness, “Of course.”

My mind and body relax tenfold. Closing my eyes, I listen to the footsteps walk further and further away from me with only one thought in mind:

Please, don’t hurt me.

Chapter Nine

Turning my desk chair around to face out the window, I place my foot on my opposite knee and wonder why the f**k I can’t concentrate today.

Closing my eyes, I tap the pen at my temple and try to avoid any thoughts of the woman whose pu**y tastes so good that I want it available to me at all hours. The woman I already have a purpose for. The woman who is somehow scrambling my f**king brains to slop.