He hissed, his body vibrating as he held his tenuous control. “Eh, shit. You’re sucking me back in. Drawing me deep”
My body was pulling at him. Trying to tug him in further.
“Fuck!” He swore. “I’m going to lose control, Vanna Rae!”
“What does that mean?”
“It means grip the blankets. Pinch me in your thighs. Do whatever you must but don’t scream or the other two will come charging in to have at you before you’re properly heated.”
Heated?
With another swear, his control splintered. He drove into me hard. His ass flexing and I arched up as he pressed at, then through my furthest entrance.
His long strokes slipping in and out, in and out. Riding into my slickness. He was pounding harder. Sinking deeper.
I opened my mouth because a scream was building. I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain. Or both?
“No.” He put a hand over my mouth and the other to his lips as he drove into me wildly. “Remember.” He pushed harder. Pounding in and out. In and out. “Have to be quiet.”
His other hand molded my breast as he fitted over me. Clenching his hips as he burrowed into my core. Over and over again. “Yes.” He panted. “Oh, you’re so tight. Yes.” Growl. “Yes.”
He charged into my body and held it. I felt hot fluid surge into the cushion of my body. His skin so hot it felt like it was nearly on fire.
And the deep pleasure written over him was making swirling tendrils of it course through me. A reflection of his.
Hearing him in the throes of his passion and seeing him
losing his control because of the level of pleasure my body was offering him was nearly enough to make me clench around him.
My legs curled around him as I fought the burning pain under my belly as he pressed through the furthest opening. But I was so cold I shivered. My skin goose bumping. And without ever meaning to. Without enough warning I could fight it, I soaked him in my climax. Shouting beneath his hand as my body lurched rhythmically. Suckling his cock into me and milking him of his remaining fluids. My legs tightened. My thighs flexed and shuddered with the intensity of my satiation.
Barely pausing, he began to swell again. A few light strokes of his hips and he’d fully risen once more.
I felt sore, and friction and stretching yet again as he expanded in me.
Grabbing both my breasts in a pinching grip, he used them to drag up my body. Gasping in pleasure, as it sunk him deep into me. With my legs up there was no resistance to him entering me. Taking me by force this way. Filling my entrance with his hard rod. And stroking himself into my body.
His pleasure was building and when it did, he became more ferocious. This time when he implanted, driving into my core. His lips landed on mine, and he groaned into my mouth. Delving his tongue deep in my throat as his cock had on occasion.
Everything hurt but hearing him and seeing him writhing in pleasure and mounting me like an animal, his muscles bunching and sweat shining on him was extremely exciting. His primal scent as he bred me was overwhelming.
He climbed off me this time and caught my elbow. Rolling me onto my face.
“What are you doing, Vanquish?” I asked fearfully.
“This is going to hurt. But Racer won’t be able to control his eagerness. He’ll hurt you far more.” He said apologetically. “Please try and trust me. I’ve never lied to you.”
What’s he talking about?
I gasped when I felt him remove the piece lodged in my bottom. It was such a relief to have it gone. I blew a long breath.
Then I felt his big, hard cock rubbing me there. Oh, no!
He’ll never fit into me. Not there.
“No, Vanquish. I can’t.”