Page 39 of All Your Pain

“Really don’t want to be talking about him right now.” He rolls his hips but the friction’s not enough to reach my clit where I need it. I bite the inside of my cheek and force myself to not give in so easily.

“Tough. I want to know about you.”

“We don't use our real names in jobs like ours.”

“What name do you use?”

“Carver.I didn't pick it myself, it just sort of stuck. Anyway, what about you? AnyoneIneed to be jealous of?” He’s trying to not sound like he’s already jealous before I’ve even answered him but I can tell from the gravel in his voice that he’s already planning to murder anyone I name.

“You were my first, remember? You were actually my first kiss as well.” A shadow of what looks like guilt passes over him but leaves just as quickly as it came. “Thank you for making it such a memorable first time by the way.” I'm trying to make light of it but a wave of heat takes over my body as I replay each moment in my head. Even the fear I felt turns me on now. When I open my eyes I realize I’ve been grinding on his lap and he’s looking down at the wet patch already forming on his jeans.

“Please, tell me we’re done talking now.”

I want to keep asking him the jumble of questions constantly rolling around in my brain but all I can think of is the intense heat between us. There will be plenty of time to talk later.

I bite my lip suddenly feeling nervous that he’s waiting for my permission before he touches me. It’s so unlike him but it makes me feelgood.

I nod and he grabs the waistband of my leggings, yanking them down along with my underwear. Before I can even react he’s lifting me onto his cock and filling my dripping pussy with his length. A strangled cry leaves my throat from the sudden feeling of overwhelming fullness inside me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he sighs then his mouth is everywhere. Nipping at my jaw. Tugging on my lips. Biting lightly on my neck. “You’re going to ride me, baby. Take what you want from me.”

I gasp at the offer but don’t think too much about it, this isn’t the time to get stuck in my head. So I do what he says. My toes lift me up off the floor just enough for the tip of his cock toremain inside me before I sit back down on him. My body comes alive with every inch that fills me.

I lift up again, moaning when his cock leaves me and I end up edging myself over and over again as I let gravity take me back down each time.

He barely moves beneath me but I can see the strain in his muscles and the vein bulging in his neck as he holds back. The feel of his cock so deep in me doesn’t let me think of anything else but him and I know I need more.

“Please, Dean,” I beg him but he won’t give me what I need not unless I explicitly ask for it. I both hate and love him for it.

“I’m yours to use baby, tell me what you need.”

“I—I need—I need…”

Why can’t I just say it?

I want the pain that’s pushed me so far off the edge I’m suspended in mid air before falling back into his waiting arms.

I bite down hard on his neck until I taste blood and he grunts giving me a quick buck of his hips before he tugs my collar to the side and bites down so hard that my orgasm tears out of me with a scream.

His grip on me tightens and I work my ass up and down on his lap making my pussy milk his cock as he unleashes lashes of his hot come inside me.

For a second, it dawns on me that we’re still not using protection but my concerns are pushed back to the recesses of my mind as he kisses me, the taste of both our blood mixing on my tongue.

When we tear our mouths apart I trace my finger over the bite on his neck and smile. “This one might actually scar,” I chuckle. After all the marks he’s left on me it feels good to add one from me to his already extensive collection. A wave of jealousy comes out of nowhere in me as I imagine some other woman riding him and leaving her mark.

“I hope it does. The scars that you give me are the only ones I care about.”

He takes hold of my hand and looks at his blood on my fingers. For a moment I think I’ve done the wrong thing and he’ll be angry that I’ve hurt him but he smirks. The devilish curve of his lips makes my stomach swoop and when he brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks the blood off, my pussy clenches.

“Mmm, baby, you really don’t want to be doing that whilst I’m still inside you, unless you want me to fuck you again.” I clench again without even meaning to and he growls. “I’m not a patient man, Willow, but for you, I’m really trying to be. Now, I’m only going to ask this once—,” before he can finish his sentence I squeeze down on him again, this time voluntarily.

His eyes flare, the icy blue turning a darker shade like the night sky. I squeal as he pulls my top off then swipes his arm across the table knocking everything to the floor before he lays me down on it.

“You might want to hold on, baby because I’m in control this time,” he smirks and I do as he says but rather than gripping onto the edge of the table I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my hands behind his neck.

There’s a softness to his features as he gazes down at me and I shiver from how intense his admiration of me feels. His eyelids grow heavy with desire as my pussy flutters around him and he bares his teeth as he starts to pound into me relentlessly.

I feel his cock thickening as he’s about to come but he pulls out and I watch him fist himself a few times. “Promised you I'd cover you in come. Now, be a good girl and hold your tits together for me,” he says through gritted teeth and I squeeze my breasts together as come shoots out of his cock and paints my chest in ribbons of white.

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