The predator, my captor stared down at me. Amusement danced across his features and I was already irritated with him. I was almost afraid of what he was thinking, what he was up to.
“You look good like that,” Shane murmured.
“What?” I asked as I looked into his eyes. Fuck. I told myself I wasn’t going to ask.
“You look good folded in half, looking up at me with fuck me eyes as you wait for my cock.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheeks to stop the cuss words from coming up. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. I can’t help but laugh, the asshole.
“Oh, thanks,” I scoff.
“Come on,” Shane said. His voice was low, husky, and teasing.
“What?” I ask irritated as he jerks his hips against me.
“Tell me you’re ready for my cock,” Shane said. His lip curled in a smile that had no business being as sexy as it was. The same fucking smile that tells me he’s not going to stop until I give him what he wants. The same stupid smile that tells me he’s enjoying every minute of this and is probably enjoying the look on my face. Ugh.
“You can’t be serious,” I deadpan.
Yes, my knees are practically kissing my face, and I’m at the big bad wolf’s mercy but I don’t care. I’m ready to let the words fly and I’m even contemplating biting him when he speaks.
“Oh, but I am. You should know by now that I don’t like asking twice,” Shane murmured. He lowered himself until his lips were by my ear. “Or did you like the punishment from earlier?” My eyes widened and my pussy clenched at the memory. “So be good for me. Tell me what you want, what you really want.”
“I’m ready for your fat cock, Shane,” I say the words without hesitation.
“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?” Shane chuckled.
I was about to tell him to go fuck himself for the second time today when he leaned back and slammed into my wet still-sensitive center. I choked on air and electricity crackled in the air. Stars danced behind my vision and my mouth hung agape as he pulled out and thrust balls deep into me again.
The angle at which he was fucking me was unlike any other. It was everything I needed, everything I wanted. Shane was huge, like really fucking huge and with each thrust, it felt like he was rearranging my guts.
Oh fuck. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t even make a noise as he set a merciless pace. His grunts reached my ears with every thrust of his powerful hips. He leaned back enough to where my thighs weren’t pressed against my chest.
My gaze wandered low to the space between my thighs and my nipples hardened at the mouth-watering sight. I couldn’t look away, I watched as Shane pulled out. His cock was slick with my juices and a groan died in my throat as he plummeted back into my wet core.
It was so hot, so erotic as I watched him appear and disappear into my sex. Looking up at him, he was watching himself disappear and reappear. The muscle in his jaw flexed and I moaned.
My orgasm was quickly building and I couldn’t make it stop even if I wanted to. The sounds of his thrusts as my sex sucked him in and his balls as they slapped against my ass were the apex. I threw my head back and came violently around Shane.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Shane groaned as he emptied in me and I milked every last drop of him. “I’d die a happy man if I went between your legs.” I couldn’t help but laugh and he groaned as I squeezed him. “I stand by what I said.”
“Mmm,” I murmured.
“I want to tear up your tight little pussy. Goddess,” he swore.
He dropped my legs to the bed and I felt like a bag of bones. My body sank into the bed. I wouldn’t be able to get up. My body and mind were spent. I was exhausted and drained. Shane scooped me up into his arms and my head bobbed against his chest as he walked.
“Where?” I asked.
“To shower. You’re a dirty bitch,” he teased.
I laughed but it came out as a snort. I’d punch him tomorrow about that. Right now, I would let him take care of me. Despite his crass use of words and the lack of sweet words, I knew what he was doing. Shane was taking care of me.
The bathroom light flicked on and I hissed like an angry cat. He chuckled as we walked over to the shower. The water turned on and he stepped under the scalding heat. I didn’t cry out, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of hot water as my hair soaked it up before falling down my body. I loved hot showers, I loved scalding showers even more.
He placed me carefully on the floor, his hand wrapped around my waist as he started scrubbing my body. There was nothing sexual about his movements and I think he was going to leave me alone, despite the promise of taking me all night.
I felt like we had stepped back in time to a year or two ago before everything went south. I felt like we were back in high school but better, so much better. It was hard to admit it but I focused on that word. Better and maybe this is how it was always supposed to be. We’d spent mornings and evenings together, we saw each other at school, and we took walks together in the woods.
I didn’t know about the walks but it counted. I wanted to laugh. Yes, my stalked stalking me counted as time spent together. Could things have been better if we were given a chance?