Chapter 15
Lexa
“You’re not leaving here, Lexa.”
My eyes pressed into slits as I looked back at Sam. I could and would leave anytime I wanted. He wasn’t going to stop me. No one was ever going to hold me when I didn’t want to be held.
I knew the moment he read my thoughts. The look in his eyes told me I all but screamed them. His feet brought him closer.
My right foot went back, and then my left followed it. Soon I was stepping back faster and faster as he stalked me around the room.
My ass connected with the top of his mattress as a gasp escaped. Then he was leaning over me, forcing me backward.
Bending me closer to the mattress top. When I was flush to the surface, he was inches from my face. I waited with suspended breath.
No words passed between us. Then his lips were pressed hard against mine. His teeth pressed into my bottom lip causing a gasp of pleasure and pain to escape as he bit down.
My eyes closed as his tongue slipped into my mouth. His hands pressed deeper into the mattress next to my head. Then he was closer. One hand reached under my head clasping my hair into his fist.
He tightened his fingers holding my head in place just the way he wanted. A slight sting had another moan passing my lips and onto his.
His lower body rocked against me. Another moan escaped as his cock hit my pussy through two layers of jeans. The material ruff and yet perfect as it ground into the sensitive flesh.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he rocked into me again and again. I was going to orgasm from just a few well-placed thrusts.
Then his other hand moved slowly into my shirt. He lifted the hem and slowly, allowed his fingers to glide up my side to my right breast.
More moans poured from me as his fingers danced over my nipple. I wanted to scream in frustration as they just hovered over there not really touching it.
Then his hand was pulled from my shirt, and his hips were lifting off my mine.
“I want you to stand up baby.”
I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream.
“Then you’re going to take those clothes off before I rip them off your body.”
That need to cry turned to a different type of cry. The screams turned into a yes, please.
“I want you to bend the fuck over this bed, put your hands over your head keeping your feet on the floor and spread those perfect fucking legs.”
I wanted to squeeze my legs together. I wanted to reach down and rub myself to relief. But instead, I just nodded.
Sam pulled back, giving me a little space to stand up. We still only had a few inches between us. Grabbing my borrowed shirt, I pulled it over my head. My braless breast bounced free.
Reaching for the button on the jeans I pulled until it left the little buttonhole. Then my fingers slid down either side of my hips.
Pushing down I slowly sank in the direction of the floor as I pressed the jeans down my legs. My head leveled with his dick. Looking, I took in the blatant need in his eyes.
He was going to make me suck his cock, but not now. I could read it clearly as if he said the words. He was going to fuck me first.
“Fuck baby.”
The excitement was loud and clear. I pulled the jeans the rest of the way off and looked at Sam. I was completely naked for the first time in front of a man.
I waited for him to remove his clothes, but he just stared at me, becoming more and more still as I looked back. I knew what he wanted.
Turning I gave him my back and bent over the bed, my breast pressed into the black cotton comforter. My hips were flushed with the edge of the bed.
Slowly my arms slid in front of me and above my head. My legs widened. I was completely exposed. I felt his warm, calloused fingers probe my opening.
Wetness left me in a rush as they pressed against my clit. Then his fingers were against my pussy opening again pushing one deep inside.
A scream tore from my throat as he stretched me.
“Fuck baby you’re tight.”
I wanted to say something, but the words refused to leave my mouth as my teeth sank into my lower lip. Another finger pressed inside me.
Then he was pumping them in and out, over and over as moans of pleasure escaped me. I cried out as he pulled his talented fingers from my body.
I was so close to going over the edge. So close to feeling that freedom I know he was about to give me. Something soft and hard pressed against my opening causing my walls to clench and unclench.
My fingers tighten in the soft material as he pressed harder against me. He was wide, so wide I wasn’t sure I could walk after this.
The pressure increased and then his tip was inside me. Pain rocketed through me. Causing my hands to tug on the blanket.
He didn’t pause or slow. Instead he pressed harder against me. Another inch entered me, and my walls fought to accommodate his massive size.
One of his hands left my hip and pressed against my shoulder. Both hands tightened, and that was my only warning before he put all his weight behind him forcing him to go deep.
Ripping through my virginity and bumping into my womb. He just kept pushing until I felt him in my stomach, forcing me to take every inch of him.
The moment his balls tapped against my pussy he froze in place.
“Fuck sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”
I couldn’t say anything the pain and pleasure was too much. So, I just pushed against him trying to get him to move. I needed him to take me to that place. I needed him to take me to the stars.
His hips pulled back before he slammed back into me hard. Using his hands to keep me in place as he forced me to take every one of his thrusts.
In and out, over and over harder and harder he pumped into me. My stomach muscles clenched as my orgasm got closer and closer.
“Harder…”
I moaned the words as Sam pulled back and slammed into me harder. The bed jerked forward an inch at a time before it finally hit the wall and just bounced against it again and again as he pounded into me.
Then I was crashing into the rocks shooting into the sky as my world exploded into tiny little particles. I felt him jerk deep inside me. Then warmth flooded me.
It was my beautiful dark moment. The darkest whisper of pleasure.
I waited for him to kiss me again to pull me close and hold me as my body adjusted to its new form. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled away and got dressed, leaving me on his bed.
No words were said as he walked out of the room. Tears filled my eyes. He just used me like a whore and I laid here and let him do it.
It was the first stone thrown through my little glass heart. I bordered up half the pretty window when that man destroyed Lisa and now Sam was forcing me to cover it completely. One hot little sharp stab at a time.