***Anouk***

 

“You’re gonna regret being a smartass. I’m not one to fuck with,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin.

“Oh no,” I gasp and lay on the fake fear mighty thick in my voice before I turn it into nonchalance. “Lemme guess…when you didn’t kill me in that room we were in earlier…and with me having my ass up in the air, locked in this pose you put me in…I am one to fuck with. Right?”

I’m bent over the couch, his fist is in my hair and his mouth next to my ear. He’s breathing hard. His knee is in-between my legs while his chest is plastered over my back. I shouldn’t have let my mouth run like that, but I can’t help myself. It’s a flaw. My thoughts tumble out when I’m nervous, panicked or…hell, I don’t need an excuse in this moment in time, because my mouth is allowed to be an open road for my brain to run over. Because, why not? Every second could be my last, right?

“Shouldn’t we get acquainted first?” I ask. “Exchange names before we exchange fluids? I’m Anouk by the way, can’t say it’s nice to meet you and all.” Ugh, shit, see? I need superglue to shut my mouth and keep it that way.

I am not able to keep a moan from slipping out. Great, I’ve really lost my mind now. But the way he’s pressing his pelvis against me? His unmistaken hard-on that feels massive and locked between us...shit. I should be scared and not want him to keep rocking, rubbing, anything to keep this friction going.

I’ve never had sex. Yes, I’m still a virgin because the first boy I had the hots for snorted right in my face when he and his friends confronted me in college. Told me straight up I was born to roll around in the mud instead of rolling around in the hay with a boy. ‘No one likes a fat pig’ said one of his friends. The others all laughed and oinked in agreement. That’s still a solid echo in my memories. Nice, huh? I never had a catwalk figure. Hips, legs, boobs...you might say I wasn’t in the supermodel lane when they were passing them out.

His hand tightens some more, the way he’s got a grip on my hair makes me gasp and my body shivers. My pussy clenches as if its screaming for attention. And is that wetness I feel trickling down my legs? What the hell is he doing to me? I have never experienced my body reacting to anyone like this.

The fingers of his other hand trail up my thigh and underneath my skirt, until he slides  through my folds. “Ah, fuck. Feel that?” One finger enters me slowly. “No need for introductions, this cunt knows exactly who I am…the one who’s going to accept the sweet invitation of all this heated wetness. Talk about a warm welcome,” he groans. “Damn, you’re tight. But you’re ready for me, huh?” He keeps fingering me slowly. “Shit…I want you.”

I arch my back due to the intensity of his finger. His touch consumes me, making everything around me fall away. Not a single worry, I’m surrounded with pleasure. It’s like he owns my body, flipping a few switches here and there that light me up. My breasts feel heavy and my nipples tighten, yet…my pussy somehow feels empty. All of these emotions, feelings, desires, are something I’ve never experienced.

Is that the sound of a zipper? I can’t think because I feel something hot and thick nudging at my entrance. I let my head drop, burying my mouth into the cushion of the couch.

“Damn tight,” he says through his teeth. “So fucking good…what the....aw, fuck,” he growls right before the air leaves my body as I scream in pain.

The hand he was using to grip my hair is now gently stroking my head. He’s completely still, covering me, his mouth right next to my ear. “Sssshhhhh. Breathe, sweetness. Breathe.”

He places a kiss on my jaw and guides my head before he takes my mouth in a tender kiss, completely throwing me off guard.

Except he stops way too soon, making me groan in protest. “Don’t stop.” I try to think of what to say next, but I have no damn clue what his name is.

“Ronin.” He chuckles, and gently slides out of me before he pushes back in.

“Ooooh.” Taking a gulp of air, I hold it due to the intense feeling.

He glides back and forth with precision. It’s as if he feels my body is ready for him to take. And it is. I can’t believe I waited this long to have sex. I mean, yeah...I know it wasn’t like I had lots of options or let myself open up to anyone...yet somehow I now know for damn sure it would be a whole lot different than this moment right here.

“Ronin. Say it,” he growls in my ear before his body leaves my back and I’m being grabbed by my hips. “Damn fine ass. This right here.”

A hard smack lands on my right ass cheek. “This ass is mine, and the cunt that goes with it too. I broke it, so I own it.” Another hard smack.

How can a flash of pain light up in a blast of desire?

“Say it,” another growl.

Fingers wrap around my neck, lifting me up, plastering my back to his front while his hips are still locked in a fast rhythm.

“Say it,” he repeats again.

What the hell does he want me to say? I can’t manage anything except being consumed by him. By...

“Ronin.” He grunts. “My name tumbling from one set of lips while my cock is sliding between your other set. Deep inside your cunt that’s gonna be flooded with my cum. So. Fucking. Good.”

He lets me place my hands down so I can brace myself on the couch. He pounds inside, chasing...chasing, what? Tingles start to build low in my belly. Oh God. His fingers circle around my clit and I scream the first, and only thing, that consumes my mind and body. “Ronin!”

“That’s it. Ah, fuck yeeeeaaaahhh.” His bellow is silenced when he bites down on my neck. I feel hot streams jetting inside me.

My heart is racing and my pussy is still pulsing, throbbing. Or is it his dick that’s still jerking inside me? It doesn’t matter, I need for it to last forever. With the life that lead me to this point? I want to forget my past and live in the future. A future where Ronin will be doing this to my body on repeat quite frequently. Unimaginable, but one can dream, right?

“That,” I pant, “was…”

A phone rings.

Ronin digs around in his pocket and answers the phone. “What?” he snaps.

I hear some rumbling that I can’t make out before Ronin says, “Interesting. Why? Wait, hold that thought.” He lowers the phone and steps back so his dick slides out of me and he smacks my ass. “Shower is on the left. Go.”

I’m being dismissed? Talk about being ripped from a dream and being plunged into a cold and dark abyss. The reality surges back, he’s a killer who took me with him. Although he was sweet, tender, and yet so very dominating a moment ago; that’s all insignificant now. I jerk away from him and give the asshole a glare.

The corner of his mouth tips up. “Careful, Fire Bunny. I had one taste and there isn’t any going back for either one of us.”

I flip him off with both hands before I stalk in the direction of the bathroom while the whole room fills with his laughter. Asshole.