Page 39 of His to Teach
“Now I’m going to fuck you.”
He pushes his cock fully into me in one thrust, filling me so fully and so suddenly that I can’t help but cry out. Nate matches my noise, groaning low and loud, and then he stills inside me as he takes deep, shuddering breaths.
After a long moment he opens his eyes, kneeling above me so he’s crouched over my body but not touching me. Our only contact is his hips against my inner thighs, and his hard, throbbing cock, buried so deep inside me.
“Fuck, Harper. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking hot and tight for me. How are you even wetter?”
I moan below him, lifting my hips, needing him to move, to take me and possess me. Yet he remains motionless, his cock stretching me, teasing me.
“What do you want?” he whispers and I moan again as I buck my hips, trying to create friction. “Oh no.” He places his hands on my hips, holding me there, immobile. “You don’t get anything until you tell me.”
I whimper again and he squeezes my hips tighter until I wonder if I might have bruises tomorrow. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me, or you’ll regret it.”
I shiver at his words. Nate slides his hand from my hip, down my leg. Hooking his fingers behind my knee, he pushes until my thigh is flush against my chest. The new angle nudges his still motionless cock even deeper inside.Fuck.
“This is a good position,” he says conversationally, but I can hear the strain just below his calm as he struggles to keep his tone even, to keep his body still. “From here it’s so easy to just…” His hand flutters down from my knee toward my ass, now lifted slightly off the ground in our new position. He raises his hand and brings it down swiftly, spanking my ass, hard. I cry out, instinctively jerking away from him, but he has me pinned.
“This isn’t a game, Harper. I asked you a question, and you better fucking answer it.” He smacks me again. “What do you want me to do?”
This is the part I had always worried about, when I would lie alone in my bed, succumbing to my dark fantasies. I shouldn’t dream about being hit. I shouldn’t dream about pain. But I couldn’t help it, and I always feared that it meant something about me, that I was broken in some deep-down place. When I walked into Club Wyld, I wondered if I could get past those hang ups, if I could ever enjoy this part of myself without the shame and doubt.
But lying here under Nate, his body so big and imposing over me, filling me, I realize those doubts and questions can’t possibly contend with the raw emotion coursing through me. The simple, uncomplicated truth is that nothing in my life has ever been this exciting, this real, thisgood.
So instead of worrying, I do exactly what he told me to.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, my husky voice unfamiliar to my ears. “I want you to fuck me so hard. Sir.”
Nate’s smile is genuine. Proud. “Good girl.”
And then I don’t have to think anymore, because he’s thrusting so hard, crashing his hips into me, and it’s so, so good.He lowers himself, covering me more fully, reaching up a hand to hold my wrists over my head. His other hand clutches the back of my thigh, holding it flush against my chest, trapping me, forcing himself deeper and deeper. Possessing me completely.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Nothing like this raw power, the way he takes me and owns me. I rock my hips up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until he shifts slightly. Suddenly his cock is rubbing against my clit every time he pulls out, the pleasure so intense I can barely stand it. I shout, incoherent, and then I come, harder than I ever have in my life.
Before I can come back to myself, before I really understand what’s happening, Nate pulls out of me and half-drags, half-carries me across the carpet toward a leather ottoman. He drapes me over the leather and bends over my back, covering the length of me, and whispers in my ear. “We’re not done yet. I want to see how tight your pussy feels when I take you from behind.” And then he’s thrusting into me again, even harder now, his cock brushing a deep wall within me, causing me to gasp and cry out.
“You like that?” he asks, panting as he works behind me. “Yeah, Harper. You like it when I hit it deep like that, I know you do.”
I can’t answer, can’t do anything but clutch the edge of the ottoman as he continues to bury himself in me. “Fuck,” he mutters, clutching my hips so he can pull me back to meet him even harder. “Your cunt feels amazing. This is…fuck.”
Yet another wave of desire hits me at his dirty words, at the sound of my ass slapping against his hips, at the desperation I think I hear in his voice. Then his thrusting becomes erratic and I know he’s getting close.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my dick again.”
Almost as soon as my fingers touch that nub I’m gone, spiraling into my second orgasm, just as powerful as the first. But this time, Nate comes with me. I feel him shuddering behind me, his entire body strained, as he groans out my name. The pleasure of it overwhelms me and I shudder, slumping forward on the ottoman as the world turns white and soundless around me.
NATE
It takes a long time for my heart rate to return to anything close to normal. I feel like I could lay there forever, my body slumped against Harper’s, my cock still buried deep inside her hot tight center.
Slowly other sensations start to work their way into my pleasure-muddled brain. My knees are starting to hurt, which makes me think Harper’s must feel even worse. Reluctantly, I pull out and something in my chest howls at me to go back to where I was, to keep that connection forever.
But I know I can’t actually live in her pussy, as heavenly as that might sound, so I put some distance between us, hoping to quiet the howling, and take care of the condom before pulling my boxers back on. When I’m done, I look over at Harper. She’s laying in the exact same position, sprawled on the ottoman, unmoving. “You okay?”
She makes an incoherent, happy little sound and I chuckle. “Come on,” I say, reaching for her shoulders.
“Where?” She lets me pull her upright and then to her feet, swaying slightly. She yawns as I steady her and I can’t help laughing. She looks adorable, like a sleepy little kitten.
Who I just fucked senseless on my living room floor.
