Page 42 of Steel Rain

Shit. I had completely lost focus. She had a way of making my head spin.

I was a man with a distance and direction. Always. But that salty scent of her skin could make me lose my way and pull me off track.

One taste wouldn’t hurt, would it? Just one. Surely, that wouldn’t be horrible. After all, I had been inside her before. I had bitten down on her skin and left my teeth marks there. Surely, one harmless taste …

My tongue darted out, and I licked that spot beneath her jaw, near the meaty lobe of her ear. I licked a single drop of sweat, tasting the salt of it and I knew it was a mistake. I knew it as soon as the warmth of her skin touched my tongue. My cock raged with need, hardening to the point where I almost saw stars.

What had I wanted to know? Gun to my head, I couldn’t fucking tell you.

I bit down on her throat, and her sudden gasp spurred me to action. I let go of her wrist, found the space between us. I pulled at the strings of her trousers and pushed them down.

“Fuck, you have no underwear on,” I marveled, feeling the rough hair at her mound. I pulled her pants down lower, and the loose fitting garment fell open to under her ass, her legs still wrapped around my waist.

I fumbled to undo my own trousers, lowering them just enough to pull out my aching cock.

I didn’t wait. I needed to be inside her. I needed her heat. Nothing else in the world existed.

The moment my tip entered the soft, hot folds of her wet core, I let out a growl that I didn’t know I was capable of. I pushed in, not giving her time to stretch or grow accustomed to my size. And fuck, she was tight.

I thought she was tight in the alleyway. I remembered how she strangled my cock back then. But in a small way, I hadhopedthat I had romanticized the memory. She was forbidden fruit, and my desire for the hunt had made the memory sweeter.

But I was wrong. She was tighter, hotter, and sweeter than I remembered.

Her hands went up to the lapels of my Gi, holding on to the roughened fabric, her knuckles white with the effort.

With my cock safely inside her, all the way to the hilt, I brought my free hand up to her top and opened it. I lifted the sports bra underneath, and to my utter delight, her tits bounced out revealing hard, pink nipples begging for my mouth.

“Fuck,” I said on a breath as I took in her lustful eyes, her body, the look of my cock burying into her wet pussy, and I had to bite my lip to cause pain, so that I could convince myself that this wasn’t a very pleasant dream, and that I’d wake up in a minute, fucking my mattress.

“I thought I was a complication,” she gasped, as I pulled my hips out and thrust hard into her.

“You are,” I said, thrusting in again. “A very bad complication.”

I leaned down and kissed her. She flinched but moaned into my mouth. I tasted the blood of her cut lip, drawing it between my teeth. I needed to taste all of her. Her blood, her sweat, her tears, her wetness as she orgasmed. I needed it all.

I felt sweat gathering at the base of my neck. My lower back tensed, and I gave in to the primal instinct to thrust, and fuck, and own that tight cunt. The insane need to carve and shape her cunt into my own perfect little fuck toy overcame me, as I thrust hard enough to make our bodies slap together. With every thrust, she slid up the mat, on and on until she had to raise her arms to keep her head from hitting the cinderblock walls.

I grabbed her thigh, pulling it high on my waist, pulling her hips off the mat so that I could hit deeper, and deeper. I could feel my cock bottoming out inside her. Those beautiful gray eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mouth opened in a keening, pleasured scream and that was the end for me.

My body responded to her pleasure, and the clenching of her tight heat with the animalistic need to fill her with my cum. To seed her, and breed her. To see her grow round with my child as we made little fighters that would make the world submit.

“You’re mine now,” I told her, as she started to come down from her high, her skin glistening with sweat, her thighs coated in our fluids. “I’ve claimed you. You’re fucking mine. My little complication.”

Chapter 20

Sin

Itwashumiliating.Afterthe most extraordinary orgasm of my life, Ajax bit down on my shoulder, sucking my skin into his teeth.

After his declaration of ownership, his he-man macho claim that I was “his”, he left a hickey on my neck. A fucking hickey. I pushed him away, pulled up my fucking pants and ran like a coward.

I couldn’t look at him. I was humiliated. Angry. Embarrassed. Dirty. Weak.

I was the exact slut that they had accused me of being.

It was the word that broke me. Mine. The wordKeithhad used after he had pinned me down and fucked me in the grass. And I had bled. A lot. I couldn’t walk right, my body sore from his unwanted invasion.

I vowed that I’d never experience anything like that again. I never let anyone pin me down. I fucked standing. I was never on the bottom. And the last thing I ever did wastalkafterwards. Preferably not looking at them. Ready to fight my way out the moment things went south.

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