Fourteen
Maddie
My back was pushed against the wall as his body pressed against mine. His hands slid up my dress and in between my thighs, and he wasn’t shy about any of it. He held me like I belonged to him, and I supposed that in a way I did. The back of my head hit the wall as his fingers touched between my thighs, brushing by my pussy. Pleasure raged through me, and I moaned, which he seemed to enjoy hearing.
“What if I did?” I moaned into his ear. “What if I told you exactly what I wanted?”
He flipped me around abruptly, pressing my face against the wall as he grabbed my hip and pulled it toward him. My dress rode up my ass, exposing my flesh to the cold air. He ran a hand down to cup me, squeezing hard.
I opened my mouth to say something when he slapped my ass hard. I screamed, but it was more pleasure than pain. I wiggled my hips for more and moaned again.
“Don’t make me warn you again, woman,” he growled against my ear.
I heard a zipper, the removal of a belt, and turned just as he was finished unbuttoning his shirt. He noticed me, and grabbed my hand and forced me toward his bar.
“Okay,” I whispered, lost in the moment. How badly I wanted him to own me. To fuck me. To open me up in ways that would leave me lost to him.
“I didn’t say you could turn around,” he said and pushed me against the wooden counter. Several glass bottles half full of liquor fell and smashed onto the marble stone floor, but he didn’t look as if he cared.
“Tell me what to do,” I begged. “Please, tell me.”
His big, strong hands roamed my body, and I leaned over the counter. A hand smacked my ass again, and I moaned loud against the wood.
“I don’t like beggars,” he said. There was pure anger in every word, and I realized he was taking out all of his frustrations on me, every single one.
“Are you punishing me?” I asked, knowing it would only stroke the fire. His knee slid in between my thighs and forced them apart. I noticed he was slightly hesitant as he grew rougher. He was giving me a chance to object, to turn away from these of events and draw a line. But I didn’t want to.
I tried grabbing his shirt from behind me, but he slapped my arm away. It had been all the confirmation that he needed, and he shoved my dress over my hips, pulled the top down to expose my breasts, and pressed his erection directly against my ass as he gyrated his hips against mine.
“Punishing you wouldn’t be enough,” he said. His trousers fell to his feet, and soon my panties were the only fabric in between me and the entire length of his cock.
“What do you want to do to me then?” I asked and tried pressing against him.
He pushed me back toward the counter. A hand slipped beneath my bra strap, but instead of simply undoing it, he grunted as his muscles flexed around me and ripped the strap from my back. I gasped as the straps of my bra fell down my shoulders and my breasts were released. Cold air blew past them before his hands slid over each and he squeezed roughly.
His moan was loud beside my ear as he leaned over me.
“I want to make you hurt,” he said as a hand slid toward my panties. With the same force as before, he ripped them and threw them on the other side of the counter. With one breast still in one of his hands, he guided his erection to my entrance and didn’t wait a moment before slamming inside of me.
I had already been wet from his advances, but I was still tight. He didn’t make it very far the first thrust, but he only grew more determined the more I panted beneath him. His knees locked as he grabbed a fistful of my hair in one hand and pulled as he pushed into me.
I cried as he slid in all the way, and he hesitated for a single moment. There I stood, with my ass pressed against his hips and breasts against the countertop, with him deep inside of me as he took shallow breaths. The pressure of his cock swelled with every second he remained still, and that coupled with the fact that it had been so long since any man had been inside of me had already brought me close to release. I gyrated against him, trying to feel him move in and out, but he grabbed a hip and forced me to stop.
“Is that what you want?” he asked with a husky tone. “For me to fuck you slowly, moving in and out while you come?”
I nodded. “Please,” I begged. “I need it. Do it.”
He nipped at my neck first, then my shoulder, until he bit the middle of my back hard. I cried with a sudden wave of pleasure, but he wasn’t happy with it.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he reminded me and started thrusting hard. His body slammed against mine as mine hit the counter, and with each thrust came an even harder push as he took out all of his anger and frustration on me. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud but not as loud as his moans of pleasure as he yelled behind me and pulled my hair. It almost felt as if I didn’t exist to him anymore. As if the only thing he wanted was his own pleasure, and there was something exciting about it.
Despite him only caring about himself, it still gave me the same pleasure I had been looking for, and I came hard in between several deep thrusts. It was like a flood had erupted over me, wave after wave of never ending pin needles that scraped my skin until it felt raw and sensitive to every small pressure.
He finished shortly after I did, not bothering to pull out but instead filling me with himself with several deep thrusts. I felt every squirt, and it wasn’t until after, when he was breathing heavily against my body while pulling out, that I was grateful I had opted for birth control.
“You sleep on the couch,” he said and left abruptly.
I pushed myself off of the bar and ran a hand over my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, how he had made me feel in such a short time.
I found the same restroom that he had shown me the night of the first dinner and cleaned myself. When I returned to the living room, there was a blanket and a pillow waiting at the edge, and I smiled. At least he showed a tiny bit of affection, if that’s what it could be called.
I lied down and pressed my hand over my chest. My heart was beating quickly, far harder than it ever had after a night of passion, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. He was amazing. Every little thing about Gavin Hayward was just simply amazing.