Page 235 of Swallow Your Sorries

“Breathe, baby. Just a few more inches.”

More?

“Look down dove.”

I do, taking in our connection from a new angle. I can see a thick vein running beneath the underside of his cock, and my split slit, stretched wide in a desperate attempt to accommodate him, but he’s still less than halfway inside.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and yet it’s too painful to enjoy.

“Please,” I pant, wiggling my hips. If I can just… “Mmm,” I moan as I’m stretched another centimetre. It feels like five and immediately I’m trying to squirm off him. “I can’t take it. I can’t—”

Gant holds me tight, forcing me right back onto his cock right where we’d left off. “What did I say? Moan. Scream. But be good. Of course, you can take it. You’re my doll. Your pussy was built for me.”

I moan again, letting out a shaky breath as he eases out, and goes straight back in, breaking another tiny band of tension.

“That’s it, dove. I can feel you watering. Feel you trying so hard to make it easy for me.”

His voice is so raspy now, so deep.

“I know it’s hard for you, but you’re strangling me and all I want to do… all I want…”

Tears brim in my eyes as I look up at him and the moment I do, it’s like something snaps in him.

“Thank you, dove.” It’s barely a whisper.

For what?

“For trusting me. For giving me so much pleasure even when I only bring you pain.” He grips my hips with bruising force, lifting my knees off the makeshift bed as he drives forward, pulling me onto his cock until he’s so deep, his balls slap my clit.

I don’t know who grunts, moans, or whimpers louder.

Pain. Pure pain tears through me, as pure pleasure strangles him. But then he’s strumming my clit again and leaning over my back until our heads are side by side and he’s kissing me, whispering sweet things to me as he holds still, deep within me.

The tears spill from my clenched eyelids because, despite his orders, I can’t keep them open. It’s too much. A second later, his warm tongue is on my cheek, licking them away.

“Look at me,” he orders and eventually I manage to. “Reach between us. Feel us.”

I feel his balls, tight and pressed hard against my clit.

“You took all of me,” He whispers, driving his hips even deeper. “You’re such a good girl. Such a good baby.”

The words do something to me. I want to be good. I want to be his baby.

My walls constricts, clamping down on him even more and he must feel it because for one second his eyes roll into the back of his head before focusing on me again.

“So perfect.”

He pulls out a fraction before slamming back into me with a steady rhythm that soon overrides my pain. “Such a good little pussy. Such a good girl.”

I buck against him, wanting to show him how good I can be, and he kisses me before using my head to push himself back up and behind me.

I like it. I like the force, I like the gentleness as he eases out and the dominance as he thrusts in relentlessly.

Holding firm, I take it. Every thrust, every smack to my ass, every pinch to my clit, every glimpse of his glistening cock before it disappears again.

He increases the pressure on my clit and I meet him thrust for thrust, my breasts bouncing beneath me, my nipples scraping the soft sheets.

As much as I want to go over the edge, I don’t want to miss his free fall.

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