His hands grabbed my hair hard and he yanked my head backwards and the pain caused me to stop. With force, he pushed his cock farther into my mouth and throat as if it were a silent command to not stop what I was doing. With a steady rhythm, he started pushing himself in and out of my mouth, little by little going farther and farther in until I was practically choking on the wholeness of him.
“Fuck yeah,” he mumbled under his breath, his rhythm increasing as he neared ejaculation. I felt him swell up in my mouth, warm spurts of pre-cum dripping down the back of my throat. He tasted sweet, and I flashbacked to an old lover and how he tasted.
More hair gripping and yanking.
I fought back the stinging in my eyes and kept on sucking. The sooner I got him off, the sooner this would all be over, I prayed. Suddenly, he stopped moving and pushed my mouth all the way down to the base of his cock. The tiny hairs on his ball sack tickled my nose as he held me there. Hot blasts of cum shot down my throat as he released his first load. I didn’t have to look to know his head was thrown back as he basked in the enjoyment of what he was doing. I concentrated hard on not gagging as he kept me and my lips locked around his dick. When the last drop had been released, he grabbed my hair and yanked me back to my feet.
I struggled to stand up; not realizing my legs had fallen asleep and he held me up. My body fell against him, and for the first time I realized just how big and strong he really was. He felt almost familiar. His shoulders were broad, but his waist narrow. I could feel the muscles beneath the black shirt he was wearing as my cheek pressed against him. I stored away as much of a visual memory as I could for later, knowing the police would want every detail I could give them.
“Bedroom. Now!” he commanded, and I led the way. I went to turn on the light, but his hand covered mine before I could get the switch turned on.
“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered into my neck, his breath sending an eerie chill through my core.
He pushed me onto the bed and I landed on my side. I struggled to roll onto my back, but my tied hands made it difficult. The perpetrator grabbed my shoulders and rolled me over, straddling me and pinning me down with his weight. Without the light from the night light, his figure seemed even scarier and more domineering than before.
He grabbed the front of my t-shirt and ripped it open, exposing my breasts. Leaning forward, he cupped my breast with one of his hands, took a nipple between his lips and sucked on it till the tiny pink bud turned hard beneath the warmth of his tongue. The wetness between my legs increased, and I cursed silently under my breath. With his free hand, he found his way lower and parted my legs. Using his fingers, he teased my clit before sliding them deep inside.
“You’re fucking wet as hell. You can’t deny it…you like this.”
“Fuck you!” I spat back at him. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Sugar,” he answered back, “you’re pussy doesn’t lie. It likes what I’m doing.”
I clenched my fists behind me and wished that they were free so I could reach up and punch him square in his kisser.
“It’s an involuntary response, trust me,” I quipped through clenched teeth. It was true. I didn’t want this…any of this. There was only one man I wanted, but he was out of my reach; the silver band around his finger sealing my fate.
“Well then, you close your eyes and pretend I’m whoever you want me to be, because this little ride is about to get a whole lot more exciting.”
He squeezed my breast as he jammed his fingers into me even deeper. I closed my eyes and did as I was told…I thought of Evan and the last time we had slept together before telling me it was over.
I felt him slide his body up the length of me and I turned my head away. There was no way this bastard was going to kiss me. Not a chance in fucking hell would I give him the satisfaction.
“Heart,” he whispered into my ear, and I froze.
There was no way. It couldn’t be.
“Evan!” I exclaimed, my heart racing for a different reason.
Heart was our code word…our safe word. I had told him long ago about my fantasy of being raped to help me deal with what had happened to me as a child. I had wanted to associate rape with something less frightening and more of a turn-on.
“Hello, Sugar,” he whispered. “Sorry about the t-shirt.”
“You asshole!” I exclaimed through a huge smile. I couldn’t believe he had remembered what I told him, or our safe word. It had been months since we talked about it.
He climbed off me, rolled me over and untied me. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp and for the first time I was able to see it was really him.
“Miss me?” he grinned, his perfect smile melting me.
“You have no idea.” Not a day had gone by that I hadn’t thought of him and the last time we had made love.
“Probably about as much as I missed you.” He leaned over, his mouth covering mine in a savory kiss. The spot between my legs where his fingers had just been tingled and I ached for him to be inside me again.
As if reading my mind, he began to undress, his pants falling to the floor in a heap with his shirt following shortly after.
He lay down beside me on the bed and pulled me on top of him.
“Now it’s your turn to be in control.” He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his chest. I straddled him carefully, and leaned forward giving him a soft kiss.
“Anything I want?” I asked, a devilish smile creeping onto my lips. He nodded in reply as his hands slowly slide around my waist and cupped my ass, his erection already evident between my legs.
I lifted my hips up and started slowly sliding up and down his cock, my wetness making him slick, before pausing at his tip. Using my pussy, I guided his cock head into my wet hole slowly, letting the sensation sink in before sliding the rest of the way onto him. He groaned in pleasure and pulled me down tightly around him by my waist. Without the fear and trepidation, it felt amazing to have him in me.
I slid up and down his cock slowly and listened to the sounds of pure wetness as pelvis met pelvis repeatedly. I could tell I was wetter than I had ever been before as it dripped down between the two of us. The smell of sex lingered in the air as our juices combines between us.
He pushed up against me, groaning in delight, and I quickened my pace. Grabbing his hands with my own, I held on tight, using him to hold me up. I leaned back, letting him hit my g-spot as we fucked each other hard.
“Oh shit, Evan! You feel fucking amazing,” I purred at him, desperately trying to take him in deeper. I ground against him, purposely trying to drive him insane with pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” He dug his hands into my ass and pulled me down tighter, holding me in place. I fought against him, not wanting him to stop so I could feel him cum in me.
“Cum for me, baby,” I pleaded as I rode him hard. I slammed my wet, dripping pussy down onto his cock with a fervor I had never had before. His cock started convulsing and I knew he was close.