MAN’S FACE SO close to mine on a pillow, I hadn’t known that could be such an intimate thing. He traced my lips with his fingers. And he smiled. Not a weaponized grin, I’d seen him do that, but a real, relaxed, easy smile. I was starting to think I’d fallen in love with the right man.
At that moment he took me in his arms, held me, brushed my hair with his hand and told me, “Clara Pearmaine, you are the most beautiful thing these jaded eyes ever saw. And I truly, deeply love you.” And he kissed me.
Folded in his arms, that kiss was almost better than the sex.
My head was light and almost giddy. But I was focused. Everything seemed to glow. Dreamily I asked him, “Is this what love feels like?”
“I can’t tell you about what you’re feeling. I’ve never been in love, so I shouldn’t be the one to ask.” His arms held me so tenderly, I seemed to fit so perfectly into his hands. “So I can’t say what you’re feeling. But for what I’m feeling, I’m fucking certain that this is what love feels like.”
“I love you, Killian.”
“And I really love you, Clara.”
“I think I may be pregnant.”
“I fucking hope so.”
“Me, too.”
“Let’s make sure.”
Seizing me by the waist, he lifted me and flipped me in the air. Gasping, I bounced as he threw me down. Rose petals jumped and billowed in the air as he grabbed my thighs. I was sprawled on my hands and knees in the soft covers as he pulled my thighs apart.
I squealed when he slapped the soft cheek of my ass.
“I made you a promise,” he snarled, “And now I’m going to keep it.”
My soft pussy was already weeping and waiting. His huge cock didn’t seem any smaller. My hips wriggled and rolled, trying hopelessly to stretch wider open. My ass rocked up and down, searching for an angle that he wouldn’t tear me apart.
My throat caught. Clamped shut, my eyes squeezed tight. Peeling back, my lips stretched and a high squeak jumped out of my throat. He felt as impossibly huge as he had the first time. I thought it would get easier.
But the first time, he’d been gentle. The leer in his voice and the hard flame in his eyes told me for sure, this wasn’t going to be like that. He held the tops of my thighs.
His immense cock gouged around my tight opening. He was hunting. Prying for an angle. But I couldn’t tell if he was trying to ease his entry, or to make me as sore as he could. My toes curled and my clenched hands beat on the mattress.
I jumped when he slapped my ass again. The savage grip of his hand yanked my hair. The tug of his hand jerked my head back and forced me down to the bed at the same time.
He held my head down and my ass was way up in the air, trying to find a way to let him in with less of a tearing stretch. Or even just a different ripping pull.
He piled into me. My thighs tightened, flexed, clenched and pulled. He slammed into my pussy like a road drill. My back bent. Every part of me, every muscle, every joint, all of me stretched and pulled.
I did all I could not to make a sound. Even while I came. Over and over. Almost every stroke, every ram of his hips, every piercing puncture slung me off a glacier into free air or tossed me like a lost boat, deep in a biblical ocean swell.
If a noise got out of my mouth, he would hear how much his absurd penis ripped and destroyed me. How every scrape of that hot, rigid monster pulled me apart from the core and out. And if he heard me, he might stop. I didn’t want that. Not for a second. Not at any price.
Bolts of burning hot sensation. Crazed lava lightning raged through me. My sore lips and aching wings poured like a brimming lake. Overflowing like a waterfall. From deep in my core, rods of exploding tingle tore out to my nipples and down my thighs. Curled tight, my toes pattered and banged on the bed.
He dragged my head farther back as he sped up and hammered me harder. Huge, thudding explosions burst outside on the shore. I assumed I’d imagined it. He certainly wasn’t deterred from his demolition. He slapped my ass again and again.
Reamed all the way into me, his hips smacked against the backs of my thighs. His cock pulsed and throbbed. It swelled. I almost cried. How could that enormous thing swell? And it drilled me harder.
In the corner of my eye, as another crack ripped the air outside, a glimmering flash lit the tinted windows. My pussy trembled, fluttering to grip on his throbbing pole.
More explosions went off outside. It sounded like they were getting nearer.
He shouted. “Clara! Clara!” and he pummeled me higher. Even deeper. And his hot lava fountained into me and coated me inside. I could only make a ‘Mmmm’ sound and some groans. If anything made him stop now I would die. I banged my ass hard against his thighs to let him know.
The sky outside lit up as I crested and swirled. He lifted me and spun me. I wrapped around him like a koala hugging a tree. My ass banged into him and I burst. Over and over. I kissed him. Scraped his head with my hands. Bounced harder. And broke like a dam.
He stroked my hair and kissed my wet face.
Softly he said, “Was that okay?”
“No,” I croaked. “That was wonderful.”
A bigger series of bangs began outside. He looked in my sleepy eyes, “Better than the first time?”
“I don’t know,” I murmured. “We’d have to try it again. Both ways.”
He nodded. I said, “Probably a lot of times.” Then, “What’s all that noise outside?”
“Visitors.” He held and kissed me. “I hate to say it right now but, it’s time to go.”