Page 53 of Bad At Love

She rubbed her thighs and moaned. Then he was shaking the tube of lube upside down. Cold liquid speared her heated folds, and she gasped at the contrasting sensations. He laved the lube all over his dick until it was shiny and his fingers slipped.

One arm near her head, he stretched out on top of her. He was so big that he bore her down into the mattress, his chest smushing her breasts. The dragging motion of their bodies as he adjusted himself set her nerve endings on fire. Her wrists ached when she instinctively tugged them, desperate to touch him.

His mouth was at the corner of hers, nibbling and nipping. “Last chance,Chaaru Seela,” he said, dragging out her full name like it was a magical incantation. “To get away from this, from me. Once I get inside that pussy, I’m going to let loose.”

Pulling her head back, she met his gaze. She was cuffed and stretched out naked in front of him, but letting him see everything in her eyes was the hard part. “Promises, promises.” Pushing up, she went for his mouth. In mere seconds, their tongues tangled and their teeth clanked, the kiss turning incendiary. “The asshole painter was good at promises too and he-”

One rough hand pushed her thigh up into her chest and DP thrust into her with one hard stroke, stretching her to the extreme.

A whimper escaped her. She stiffened instinctively, stars winking out behind her eyes. It hurt. Fuck, but it did.

Ever since she’d taken him in her mouth and he’d fucked her throat raw, she’d known it was going to hurt when he was inside her…but this burn, this raw stretch of her pussy bordered on pain. Her other thigh fell away under his muscled leg, trembling. She wriggled her hips, as if she could dislodge him somehow.

“Fuck, you take me so well, Char,” he said, soothing and petting her with soft kisses along her neckline. “Feels so good.”

“It hurts, DP,” she said, panting at the thick fullness of him stretching her with each breath.

“But you like it, don’t you, baby?” he said, pulling himself up. “You like it when I put this perfect pussy to work, yeah? You love it when I can’t stop myself, don’t you?”

“I do.” She gasped when he circled her clit, a butterfly stroke there and gone in a second.

His fingers were lazy as he lingered lower where they were joined, building her need up. “If only you could see how prettily you take me, baby.”

For a beautiful, glorious, raw second, the realization that this was DP who was using her to slake his own desire, her best friend that was making her eyes roll back in her head…made her want to scream in joy. Adding a rich layer of emotion, underpinning the sensations jarring her body, pushing her into a higher state.

Making her forget the burn and stretch of him inside her. Only for a second, though. Because his possession of her was primal.

His next thrust hit deeper, and she whimpered. On and on, he repeated, going farther every time. Pulled by the pleasure and pushed by the sweet pain, she was in heaven.

“You’re such a good girl to take me like that, Char. All the way.” A few rhythmic taps of her clit and the pressure built again. A new roiling vortex spun through her lower belly.

Chaaru thrust up her hips, frustrated and needing more. The action lodged him deeper, and she wondered if he was embedded all the way in her heart. “DP…”

“Shhh...Char. No more complaints, you hear? I need to move, baby. I need to get some friction or my cock is going to explode. I need to work twenty years of frustration out on you. So shut up and take it, yeah?”

“Yes, DP. I’ll do my best. Even if it hurts.”

“A little pain is exactly what you need before I make it good for you.”

With that wicked warning, he pulled out of her, and then thrust back in with such vigor that she was propelled up the mattress, her head hitting the headboard with a soft thump.

Chaaru cried out, flames licking at her skin, peeling away all the fears, and baring her soul, bright and shiny and un-battered to him.

His mouth at her neck soothed her with tender kisses in utter contrast to the hard, deep thrusts of his hips pinning her down. Embracing the need, she wrapped her legs around his back, resting her feet over his buttocks.

“You’re such a filthy girl. This cock was made for you, baby,” DP whispered into her skin, his thrusts never losing their rhythm or speed. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine how his ass cheeks must look, clenching as he pounded away at her. Raw heat gripped her every muscle.

“I knew it as soon as I saw you,” he said, sweat drops plopping onto her skin. “I knew you would feel this good.”

“I want to come, DP. Please, so badly,” she whispered, his words tugging the string holding her together too tight. She was both afraid to fly away and terrified that she wouldn’t.

“Later baby. First, DP needs to get his rocks off, yeah?” he said, pinning her into the mattress with his hips.

The more he denied her, the more turned on she was getting, and she didn’t think that was possible. “But I... need it so badly. You promised me you would give me whatever I needed, you said...”

His hard nip at her breast cut her off. She closed her eyes. His rough panting breaths, and the squishy sounds when he thrust and pulled out, the slap of his balls against her ass, the cacophony of it twisted the spring in her belly tighter and tighter.

The more he denied her, the stronger her need became, bucking and thrashing her about.

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