Page 169 of Defend Me

He gripped the front of my thighs to hold me in place while he thrust all the way into me. The force of his movements made my knees slide on the bench. At this rate, we might tear the vinyl. The legs came off the ground for a second, throwing me off balance.

“Give me your hands,” he said.

I reached one behind me and he grabbed onto it, then I gave him the other. He used his grip on them to lift me so that I was nearly against his chest. Automatic panic made my stomach somersault.

“Don’t… drop me,” I panted.

“Don’t you trust me?” he whispered in my ear.

“Mhm.”

He wrapped an arm around my chest and released my hands. I kept them behind me, holding onto him as he fucked me harder and faster. When my head fell back onto his shoulder, he bit down on my neck, then sucked on the skin. I felt proud to wear his mark everywhere I went.

After he pulled his teeth from my neck, he grabbed my throat. I held onto his sides with a death grip when he removed his arm from my chest. My knees supported me some, but mostly, I was at his mercy and the more I tried to move, the greater pressure it put on my trachea.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Want me to let you go?”

I hesitated, then shook my head, even though it hurt.

“Give me everything,” I demanded.

“I am.”

“No, you need more. You’re trying to bury it. To forget. Just… fuck me the way you need to, even if it hurts.”

He lowered me so that I couldn’t hold onto him anymore. I cried out as he fucked me harder, but I could barely get sound out. My abs were tight with how much work I was putting into staying upright enough to breathe, but it wasn’t working. He was forcing the breath out of me which each thrust and the pressure on my throat didn’t allow me to draw in any more. When there was nothing left to give, my lungs were on fire.

I dug my nails into the hand on my throat. All I could do was mouth his name, there was no way for me to make a sound.

“Does it hurt?” he growled in my ear.

My eyes were fucking heavy and my body started to go slack. When he let me go, I barely caught myself on the edge of the bench. I coughed as I struggled to draw in enough air.

He swung one of my legs over the side so that I was straddling it with my feet on the floor, then lifted my hips. Thrusting his fingers through my hair, he gripped it and wrenched my head back enough for it to hurt.

“Brooks,” I rasped, the words feeling like glass in my throat.

I held onto either side of the bench as he pounded into my ass. The sounds coming from my mouth were loud enough that if there were people in the hall, they’d be able to hear me. Each one hurt after the way he’d choked me earlier, but I couldn’t stop making them. I was lost in a flood of pain, pleasure, fear, and complete ecstasy. I knew he’d always bring me back, but it was the anticipation of never knowing how far he’d let me fall before he did.

He pulled all the way out, then pushed only the tip of his dick inside of me. Continuing like that, he groaned each time he moved in and out. He thrust in further and angled himself so that he rubbed against my prostate repeatedly. With all of the sensations I’d already been experiencing, it was enough to make me grip the vinyl hard. My nails sunk into it, tearing it beneath the intensity of how he made me feel.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I need…”

“Tell me, baby.”

“I…” My words devolved into a moan that sounded and felt like a sob.

“Tell me, Tilian.”

“Jesus fucking… Just… God, please. Let me… I want to finish.”

He spit into his palm and the sound made me whimper before he reached underneath me to stroke my dick. Unintelligible bullshit came from my mouth when he tightened his grip.

“Brooks, please… I need to feel you… cum.”

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