Page 148 of Ly to Me
I did scream. I screamed as he thrust inside me, filling me completely. As he drove in and out of me, he worked the chain around my wrists, looping the heavy metal so many times, I had no hope of using my arms anymore. With his hands now free, he used one to press on my lower belly, making him and I groan in unison.
“I can feel my cock inside you. Feel me fucking this tight little cunt so deep, so hard, your organs have to find somewhere new to go.”
I moaned as he lifted my ass from the ground, pancaking me between his two large hands as he ruthlessly fucked me.
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what for. “Please.”
“You want it”—Thrust—“harder?”
“All.”
“All?” He chuckled. Somehow, even thrusting into me as hard as he was, he could still laugh. “I don’t know, sweetheart. My stamina might not be able to handle it.”
“I-I…fuck.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” His hands shifted again as he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud until it peaked before moving onto the other. “I’m fucking you. And once I’m done fucking your sweet little pussy, I’m going to fuck your mouth, then your ass. Thatstaminaof mine won’t be tested, but I think yours will.”
“Car,please.”
“You wanna come on my cock so soon? We’re just getting started.” He drove into me with purpose, dipping his pelvis to bring me right to the edge.
And then, he pulled back.
I whimpered. “Don’t edge me. Please.”
“Then tell me what he did.”
I complied immediately. “He called me a whore.Hiswhore. He threatened to tell you if I didn’t back him and his word.” The words tumbled from me, but had no intention of rolling over Carver. No, he soaked in every word. Even with the slim lighting, I could see his eyes darkening—couldfeelthem as his thrusts slowed to a stop.
The ‘his’ in my statement needed no explanation.
Carver’s jaw worked as he stared off into the distance.
“Come back,” I whispered into the night air. “Car, come back to me.”
His eyes were first before he fully turned to face me. He leaned forward, his hard cock pulsing as he kissed me like he’d longed for the touch. Like he’d gone so long without it, he’d forgotten himself in the process.
“You are not that. You hear me?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“You aremine. Not someone else’s sick delusions. Not an image for others to revel in. Just. Fucking. Mine.”
“Just yours,” I repeated.
“Say it again,” he ordered as he started to move again, drawing a moan from somewhere deep within me.
“Yours,” I got out. “Just yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m only yours.” My hands twitched in their heavy bindings, wishing I could caress my husband’s face. “And you are mine.”
He kissed me as soon as those words left my lips, his pace back to feverish and demanding. “Fuck, I love you so goddamn much it hurts.” His lips left soft reminders of his presence along my neck while my cunt took the brutality of his pierced cock as he pushed in with force. I started to writhe, bucking my hips beneath him, causing my clit to bump his pelvis with each movement. “You and me, sweetheart.”Thrust. “You.”Thrust.“And.”Thrust.“Me.”
He reached between us, circling the sensitive bud until madness overcame my body, and as I shuddered my release, he groaned, meeting me with his own. His sweat-dampened body fell over mine, his elbow supporting most of his weight as he moved my tousled hair from my face with his free hand, kissing around my eyes and cheeks like I was made of glass, though he just fucked me like I was the opposite.
He undid the chains, then rolled from me, and the instant loss of him inside me made me feel hollow. That was, until he pulled me to him. As we both gazed up at what stars peeked through the trees, we fell into a comfortable silence.
