Page 77 of Under His Watch

Then, he moved, rearing back until he almost left my mouth, then slamming back in.

Used to his preference for hard and fast, I breathed through my nose and sucked him in, teasing him to give me all he had.

This wasn’t a gentle love-making. This wasn’t an explorative fuck. He needed to vent. To feel me. And I was proud to be here for it, to be the one he wanted and desired.

He thrust into me, hard and fast, and soon enough, I was moaning and furrowing my brow with the increasing need to come. Slick, sticky cream slid down my inner thighs, but I didn’t dare lower my hands to touch myself.

I’d offered myself to him. This wasforhim, and I could wait. I would wait. Besides, with the ferocity of his thrusts, if I let go of his thighs, I’d fall.

I didn’t have a reason to worry about that. Within the next moment, he pulled out and lifted me to toss me onto the bed. Being airborne dizzied me, but as I landed on the mattress and bounced, I rolled over to wait for what he wanted.

Or course, he wasn’t done yet. Of course, he wouldn’t come in my mouth and let it be over that quickly. He was still unhinged and starving for more of the intimate outlet I gave him.

“No.” He pushed at my hip, urging me to go back to my stomach.

I rolled over, getting onto my hands and knees as he crawled onto my bed.

All my senses were hyper-acute. I felt everything—the absence of him in me, anywhere. I heard his ragged breaths, coming out just as rapidly as mine were. I smelled my arousal and his too, but also that sharp scent of soap from our showers.

But when he pulled me back against him until I knelt in front of him, I reveled in the sight of his tanned arm snaking over my stomach, his tatted flesh such a contrast to my paler, ink-free skin. The muscles bulged as he held me up flush to him, and I shivered at the force of power he exuded. Against his chest, I was splayed wide open.

He didn’t keep me waiting. In one hard slam inside me, he penetrated my pussy. I groaned at the deep slide, but he kept going. Back and forth, he fucked me hard, harder than ever before. Like he was running from the demons in his mind, he pounded into me while locking his arm over my stomach.

“More, Romeo. Take me,” I chanted. Thoughts were impossible. I hardly knew what the hell I said, but it still wasn’t enough. His whole body, so hard and primed to fuck me all night long, was wired with too much darkness, too much anger.

“Fuck me harder, Romeo.”

He growled at my invitation to really unleash on me, and he did.

By pulling out and rubbing his dick along my ass crack, he hinted at how he could take this up a notch.

Then by pushing his slick cockhead at my rear entrance, he suggested what else he could try.

Fears of what those three men did to me didn’t surface. They lingered in the back of my mind. I figured they would always be there, repressed or locked away in compartments I didn’t need to revisit.

As Romeo leaned over to piston his fingers into my pussy, though, all I could think of was him. All I could focus on was the urgency to welcome him into me so he could push us both to the ultimate pleasure.

“Yes,” I said on a breathy exhale as he pushed his dick in higher.

We were close to the nightstand, giving him access to the toys in the drawer. When he reached over to open it up, he couldn’t grasp the handle.

“Get it out.” He pushed me until I leaned over, and while I was bent, he growled and fucked me harder. Not all the way. Every inch he slid in burned so deliciously, and I delayed opening the drawer.

It felt too good. Too raw. Too real, and I closed my eyes and hung my head low to savor the heat of what he did to me.

“You want it? You want me like this?” he demanded as I arched my back and thrust my ass higher in the air, presenting myself to him.

“I do. I want you.”

He responded by smacking my ass. “Get the vibrator,” he ordered as he gave me smaller, shallow thrusts into my ass.

He’d never seated himself there, and I figured he’d need to go a lot more with the distance between our thighs. I couldn’t wait. Now, tonight, he would enter me fully there. I just knew it, or maybe it was a carnal, naughty hope.

Once I grabbed the long length he instructed me to fetch, he brought it to my entrance and teased the tip through my leaking juices. That friction was sweet torture, and I let him know it by pushing back against him, hoping he put it inside me once and for all.

I was impaled, stretched by his dick in my ass, but I wanted the vibe in me too.

Moaning loudly, I relished the abrasion of my nipples over the bed. The hot, callused touch of his hand on my ass cheek. And finally, the thickness of the toy as he rammed it slowly into my pussy.

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