Fear Me
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When his pace increased, he wrapped my legs around his waist and bit into my neck. The little bite of pain caused me to flood his cock and suddenly his control seemed to snap and he began pounding me into the mattress, driving us both insane.
“Oh God!” I moaned when it became unbearable.
“Do you feel that?” he asked as he destroyed me with deep strokes that took my breath away. “That’s me owning your pussy, baby. Me. Not God,” he growled.
He lifted his weight off my body and planted his fists by my head and continued his, long, deep, forceful thrusts with powerful hips that pushed me up the bed. The headboard began a steady beat against the wall, threatening to burst straight through it. I began thrashing and flailing around him, fighting not only him but also the sensations he was creating within me.
“It’s too much,” I cried.
“No.” He reared up, bringing me with him until he was sitting on his haunches and I was in his lap. “It’s not enough,” he groaned against my neck.
Our new position buried his cock so much deeper inside my walls that I felt like I would suffocate. His lips took control of mine in a tangle of tongue and teeth and passion.
I was lost.
So lost in his potent kiss that I wasn’t prepared for when he gripped my hips and rammed his cock up into me, stealing away my breath and inhibitions.
I screamed.
I screamed for so long that my screams were no longer that. They became hoarse whimpers that barely made a sound. The sweat and heat of his body mingled with mine and I felt drunk.
“Please,” I finally whispered. He continued to thrust into me with a grind that added a friction I couldn’t get enough of.
“Tell me, Monroe. What do you need?”
“I need…I need to come.”
“You think you deserve to come?” He kissed the top of my breasts, taking small bites into the heavy mounds pressed hard against his chest. He was back in control now that I had become unhinged. I know what he wanted.
“Only if you want me to.”
The lust and hunger that raged within the depth of his eyes frightened and turned me on. “Ask me properly,” he ordered and deepened his thrusts.
“Please make me come.”
“I’m going to do more than make you come, Monroe. I’m going to mark every sweet inch of your fucking body – inside and out, and when I’m done, you’ll know who you owns you.”
But instead of fucking me harder like my body seemed to need he slowed his hips to a steady pace. “I’ve been picturing you like this for a long time, Monroe. Just like this. Hot and wet and open for me. Taking my cock, like a good girl.”
His hand came around between us and began rubbing my clit just as his tempo increased and he was once again pounding up into me mercilessly. My cries for release were deafening as my body yielded to his. The need to come was there but for some reason release evaded me.
“Come for me,” he finally commanded and surged into me one last time, lifting my knees from the bed as he did. My screams rent through the air and I felt my walls suck at him, pulling his release from his body as he shuddered above me and gripped my hips tightly.
“You’re mine now…” he warned.
* * *
“Wake up.” My body shook from the heavy hand snatching me out of a deep sleep. All at once, before I could even open my eyes, the night before came rushing back along the obvious signs of hard sex in my aching muscles. After we had sex Keiran seemed almost human. He had been staring into my eyes for a long time after we finally caught our breath. The moment was gone when he blinked once and excused himself.
It all went downhill after that when I received two phone calls. The first phone call was from Willow, looking for her tablet. The second was Jesse.
I answered the phone just as Keiran returned from the bathroom. He’d held a warm cloth in his hand but tossed it away before taking the phone from my hands and hung up on him. He reached for me and I foolishly went to him thinking it would be like before. But it wasn’t. He was cold, hard, and merciless when he took me.
He didn’t let up until a couple of hours ago. If a girl ever imagined how her first night would be I’m sure it was not in that way. I was partly to blame though…I never told him no.
I finally opened my eyes to see him staring down at me and looking dark, sinful, and unobtainable, with his mussed bed hair. He was shirtless but wearing jeans and I could tell he’d already been up. Or never went to sleep. I’d passed out from exhaustion and the unfamiliar stress on my body last night so I didn’t know much of what happened after he finally eased up on me.
Half asleep, I dragged myself off the bed and trudged into the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around me. However, once I dropped the sheet and took one look in the mirror, the sight that greeted me shocked me awake. There were red marks and bites all over my skin. I felt every last one of them but that didn’t make seeing them any less disturbing.
I touched one of the marks and winced from the dull pain. “What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice directly behind me.
“Why are you sneaking up on me?”
“Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”
“I don’t think I can go to school.”
“Why not?” He sounded annoyed and disinterested but I answered him anyway.
“Maybe because it looks like I’ve been beaten?” I didn’t attempt to hide the disdain I felt.
“Oh God!” I moaned when it became unbearable.
“Do you feel that?” he asked as he destroyed me with deep strokes that took my breath away. “That’s me owning your pussy, baby. Me. Not God,” he growled.
He lifted his weight off my body and planted his fists by my head and continued his, long, deep, forceful thrusts with powerful hips that pushed me up the bed. The headboard began a steady beat against the wall, threatening to burst straight through it. I began thrashing and flailing around him, fighting not only him but also the sensations he was creating within me.
“It’s too much,” I cried.
“No.” He reared up, bringing me with him until he was sitting on his haunches and I was in his lap. “It’s not enough,” he groaned against my neck.
Our new position buried his cock so much deeper inside my walls that I felt like I would suffocate. His lips took control of mine in a tangle of tongue and teeth and passion.
I was lost.
So lost in his potent kiss that I wasn’t prepared for when he gripped my hips and rammed his cock up into me, stealing away my breath and inhibitions.
I screamed.
I screamed for so long that my screams were no longer that. They became hoarse whimpers that barely made a sound. The sweat and heat of his body mingled with mine and I felt drunk.
“Please,” I finally whispered. He continued to thrust into me with a grind that added a friction I couldn’t get enough of.
“Tell me, Monroe. What do you need?”
“I need…I need to come.”
“You think you deserve to come?” He kissed the top of my breasts, taking small bites into the heavy mounds pressed hard against his chest. He was back in control now that I had become unhinged. I know what he wanted.
“Only if you want me to.”
The lust and hunger that raged within the depth of his eyes frightened and turned me on. “Ask me properly,” he ordered and deepened his thrusts.
“Please make me come.”
“I’m going to do more than make you come, Monroe. I’m going to mark every sweet inch of your fucking body – inside and out, and when I’m done, you’ll know who you owns you.”
But instead of fucking me harder like my body seemed to need he slowed his hips to a steady pace. “I’ve been picturing you like this for a long time, Monroe. Just like this. Hot and wet and open for me. Taking my cock, like a good girl.”
His hand came around between us and began rubbing my clit just as his tempo increased and he was once again pounding up into me mercilessly. My cries for release were deafening as my body yielded to his. The need to come was there but for some reason release evaded me.
“Come for me,” he finally commanded and surged into me one last time, lifting my knees from the bed as he did. My screams rent through the air and I felt my walls suck at him, pulling his release from his body as he shuddered above me and gripped my hips tightly.
“You’re mine now…” he warned.
* * *
“Wake up.” My body shook from the heavy hand snatching me out of a deep sleep. All at once, before I could even open my eyes, the night before came rushing back along the obvious signs of hard sex in my aching muscles. After we had sex Keiran seemed almost human. He had been staring into my eyes for a long time after we finally caught our breath. The moment was gone when he blinked once and excused himself.
It all went downhill after that when I received two phone calls. The first phone call was from Willow, looking for her tablet. The second was Jesse.
I answered the phone just as Keiran returned from the bathroom. He’d held a warm cloth in his hand but tossed it away before taking the phone from my hands and hung up on him. He reached for me and I foolishly went to him thinking it would be like before. But it wasn’t. He was cold, hard, and merciless when he took me.
He didn’t let up until a couple of hours ago. If a girl ever imagined how her first night would be I’m sure it was not in that way. I was partly to blame though…I never told him no.
I finally opened my eyes to see him staring down at me and looking dark, sinful, and unobtainable, with his mussed bed hair. He was shirtless but wearing jeans and I could tell he’d already been up. Or never went to sleep. I’d passed out from exhaustion and the unfamiliar stress on my body last night so I didn’t know much of what happened after he finally eased up on me.
Half asleep, I dragged myself off the bed and trudged into the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around me. However, once I dropped the sheet and took one look in the mirror, the sight that greeted me shocked me awake. There were red marks and bites all over my skin. I felt every last one of them but that didn’t make seeing them any less disturbing.
I touched one of the marks and winced from the dull pain. “What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice directly behind me.
“Why are you sneaking up on me?”
“Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”
“I don’t think I can go to school.”
“Why not?” He sounded annoyed and disinterested but I answered him anyway.
“Maybe because it looks like I’ve been beaten?” I didn’t attempt to hide the disdain I felt.
