Page 93 of Born into Madness
“Sasha,” she whispers, fisting the grass as she tries to look over her shoulder.
“Are you scared?” I ask the question as I tug my jeans and boxer briefs down, and when they’re past my knees, I kneel behind her, taking in the sight of the ass I can’t wait to sink into. I’m not taking that here, though, not like this, not without lube and a waiting warm bath. I will always take care of her. Even as I fuck her into the ground, I will make sure she’s safe and looked after.
“A little,” she whispers.
I run my hand over her round bottom before cupping her sex in my hand. “So fucking wet, Cyn. You’re always so fucking wet for me.”
“It’s your fault.” She rocks her hips, so goddamn eager to come. “You’re the one who does this to me.”
“I better be the only person who does this to you,” I say, unable to even tolerate the thought of another man touching her, of touching what’smine.
“No one touches me but you,” she says, and those words soothe something deep inside me, something that only she can reach.
With her back bowed before me, I can’t resist dragging my knife along her spine. I would never let the sharp edge touch her beautiful skin, but even though she keeps still, I don’t think she would be taking this quite as calmly if she knew the damage I could do to her with a simple flick of my wrist. Her trust in me is undeserved, but I’m grateful for it all the same.
When I get to the nape of her neck, I position my cock between her thighs, nudging her soaked slit with my head. I rock my hips just enough to nudge her lips apart. Her soft whimper of need has me filling her tight opening with pre-cum.
“Try not to scream too loudly,krovinka. We don’t want anyone calling the cops.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I curl my body over hers, slamming my knife into the ground by her head as I thrust in hard, filling her in one go as she bites her forearm to cut off the scream she starts to give.
I give her exactly three seconds to get her bearings, and while I wait, I fist her hair tight enough to sting. As soon as my mental counting hits three, I start fucking her hard. Her pussy grips me so fucking tightly while I rut her like a goddamn animal. Her moans and whimpers turn feral when I pull the bottom part of my mask down, freeing my mouth so I can taste her. I nip at her shoulder before kissing a line to the nape of her neck. I can’tresist opening wide and biting against the soft juncture of her throat. It’s not enough to break skin, but it will leave a mark.
She throws back her head, moaning my name, and when I fill my hand with one of her tits and pinch her nipple, she rolls her hips as her inner walls tighten around me, and I have to grit my teeth to not come.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I groan while kissing a line down her spine. “You don’t have the faintest idea what you do to me.”
My name rolls off her tongue as a plea, begging me to end this sweet torture and give her body what it needs, but I’m not done yet. With one last kiss to her back, I lift up and kneel behind her. One hand fists her hair while the other grips her hip, and when I pull harder, her head tilts back as she moans my name again.
“Are you begging me to let you come, Cyn?”
I rock my hips slowly, letting her feel every thick inch of me before I slide back into her.
“Yes,” she gasps, rolling and rocking her hips as she desperately tries to fuck the cock inside her. She’s not the one in control right now, though, so I pull her hair harder and dig my fingers into her skin while I continue the slow, teasing rhythm.
The mask doesn’t obscure my view as I run my eyes over her, watching her take my dick as her fingers fist grass and her breathy moans fill the air around us. With my mouth free, I can breathe easier, and I take another deep lungful of cool night air as my abs tighten and I slide back into her.
I prolong the sweetness for as long as I can, but I know it’s only a delay. There’s no denying my body’s need for her, and right now I want to feel her break apart beneath me, not with blood and pain but with pleasure.
Growling her name, I work my hips faster, giving her exactly what she needs, and when she cries out, my name rings like asharp call into the night air as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm. I fuck her through it, not letting up, not even when her entire upper body collapses to the grass and not when the only thing keeping her ass in the air is my hand on her hip.
Letting her hair go, I slide my hand around her stomach, edging my fingers towards the pussy that just soaked my cock. Her soft whimper is adorable, but not nearly as cute as her trying to close her thighs on me.
I laugh and let go of her hip so I can give her ass a hard smack. Her shocked gasp is also cute.
“You trying to keep me from touching what’s mine?” I ask, edging my fingers to where we’re still very much connected.
“Too sensitive,” she pants.
“We’ll see about that.” I gently brush the tip of my finger over her clit, making her body jump at the contact. “I bet I can have you screaming my name again in a matter of minutes.”
“Impossible,” she insists while I grin and start to tease my finger around her swollen, sensitive clit.
I keep tracing lazy circles, being careful to not cause her pain, and when I feel her body loosen, I start to edge in a little closer while I slowly rock in and out of her. Soon enough she’s letting out soft, needy whimpers and moving her hips to meet my thrusts.
“Starting to believe in the impossible?” I ask while continuing to tease her.
“Maybe,” she moans.
“Maybe?” I pinch her clit between my fingers and bury myself as deeply inside her as I can get. Her gasp of surprise and pleasure radiates through every part of me as her ecstasy becomes mine. “I think we can do better than maybe.”
