Page 81 of Bad Habit
The elevator arrived on our floor. As the door opened, his fingers exited my body as quickly as they’d first entered and then wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling my body against his side.
My feet barely made contact with the floor as I staggered under his control toward our room, like a limp doll.
As soon as we got inside, he lifted me and pressed me back against the door. His lips crushed mine as his hardness ground against my private parts in a way that was almost as good as having him inside me. I moaned as I found a new way to move against him, increasing the friction between our sex parts.
He pulled back from the kiss and carried me across the living area to the window. If this was him trying to prove he was bad, it wasn’t working. Or at least he wasn’t proving he was bad for me.
My skin tingled all over, and my insides ached to have him inside me. Even one finger would do. The pinky. Anything. Even if we were in back in the elevator, or in public, I’d need part of his body inside me.
Setting me down, he turned me abruptly to face the window. I pressed my hands against the glass as he drew down the zipper at the back of my sparkly gown. As he pushed down on the straps, I dropped my arms to help him rid my body of the unnecessary garment.
The dress pooled around my feet as I heard him undo his belt and unzip his fly, and then his hands gripped my breasts over the silky bra, squeezing so hard it was on the edge of painful. Then it did turn painful for a few seconds as he pushed my bra’s underwires up and over my breasts, leaving the undergarment hanging there as he took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted.
I gasped.
“Does that hurt?” He growled in my ear.
“A bit.”
“Good.” He did it again, and I moaned.
His hands dropped to my hips, and he tugged my panties down, lifting one of my shoes to release the garment, and then roughly forced my legs wider.
He bent me forward, with one hand on my neck and the other wrapped around my waist, and tugged back my hips. I braced my hands on the glass to keep my balance.
Over his heavy breaths and my own, I heard the rustling of fabric and the clank of his belt on the floor as he undressed. Anticipation throbbed inside me. Then, without warning, he grasped my hips and pushed deep inside me.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion that filled me beyond capacity, hitting hard with splitting pain. He paused, staying still inside me, his breaths hard and fast as his hands and penis held me captive in a three-point hold at my neck, waist and vagina.
“I’ve taken you easy so far.” His voice was a threatening growl, and I tried to look over my shoulder to see him but couldn’t.
“This time I’ll show you how I like to fuck. I’ll make you see you were wrong to love me. I’ll prove that you don’t evenknowme.”
“Mac—”
My words were cut off as the hand on my neck moved to cover my mouth, and then his hips began to thrust, driving hard and deep.
The penetration, which was at first painful, now felt welcome, so welcome, and he drove so quickly it was a wonder to me that anyone’s body could move like that. Surely he was some kind of machine. A machine designed to give me pleasure. Intense pleasure. Pleasure like I’d never known was possible.
Parting my lips, I licked his palm, dancing over the salty skin and mimicking kissing.
His hand moved from my lips and slid down to grab one of my breasts, his palm damp from my saliva. He squeezed, tightening in time with his unrelenting thrusts from behind.
Everything between my legs had heated, my insides were on fire, as if every ounce of blood, every nerve in my body was now concentrated in one area, working to absorb his thrusts, to maintain contact with his penis as it drove inside me and his testicles rudely slapped my bottom.
Eventually, he slowed, and relief flooded through me. I’d finally be able to turn and look into his eyes, something I valued more than life at the moment.
But as he straightened me at the waist, he forced me forward, and my breasts and my belly squished against the glass so I had to twist my head to the side. He tugged my hips and my back arched as his erection continued to impale me.
One of his hands moved to the glass beside me as the other arm pressed against my upper back, trapping me there.
He started to thrust again, this time more slowly, but each drive was hard. Each time he nearly pulled out and then pushed into me with such force I feared we’d break through the glass.
“This…” He thrust hard. “Is how…” He pulled out, then drove again. “I fuck you.” He pulled out and thrust again, so deep I felt like he’d struck the glass through my belly.
His lips moved near my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” He thrust a few more hard times. “I’m going to tear you in two. I’m going to use your body until you can’t move.”
I already couldn’t move. I could barely breathe from the pressure he was putting on my chest as he held me pinned against the window.
