Resenting Me
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He doesn’t answer me, so I close my eyes for a moment, and then I feel his body near me and his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me, baby, why do you want me?”
“Your eyes.” I gasp. Oh, jeezus! Your eyes? Did I really just f**king say that?
He chuckles lightly into my ear. “Are you sure it’s not because of this?” He pushes his hard c**k against my side.
“Okay, maybe that, too?” I respond, hesitant and with question.
“What, you’re not sure?” His tongue grazes my ear. “That sounded more like a question and not an answer, darlin’.”
My temper rears its ugly head. “Dammit, Pyro, cut the shit. What do you want?”
Oompf.
Next thing I know, I’m tossed over his shoulder and thrown onto his bed. I try scrambling quickly up towards the headboard but am frozen as his pants drop to the ground.
He goes commando. Nice, but that beast is not going anywhere near my vagina. Hell to the no!
“Get that giant f**king thing away from me right now, Pyro. I mean it. What are you wanting to do, rip me in half? You’re not human. Ain’t no f**king way. Jesus Christ!”
“It’ll only hurt for a second.” He chuckles.
“That’s what she said.” I can’t help it. I laugh.
He tosses his shades resting on top of his head onto his dresser. “That’s what who said, baby? Tell me right now who f**kin’ said that shit. I’ve never hurt no damn woman!” he roars.
Damn bikers. Always so serious.
“No, Pyro, it was just an expression.”
The look of cold blooded murder evaporates from his face and is replaced with… hunger? Yep, that’s what it is. Hunger
“Don’t come any closer. I mean it. I want to know, why now. Out of all the f**king times I threw myself at you, why now?”
Dammit, I deserve an explanation.
“Pyro, I’m not in the mood for your quiet smugness right now. Either answer me, or I’m cabbing it out of this club faster than you can scramble to get your jeans back on.”
He smirks at me and starts crawling onto the bed from the edge, sitting up on his knees. He lifts one of my legs straight into the air. His hands slowly trail up the back of my thigh all the way down to the tips of my toes.
“You’re not cabbin’ it anywhere, baby.”
As his big hands caress my leg, my head slowly falls against the headboard and my eyes close. Pyro repeats the same movement with my other leg and I feel all blissed out. Men have never gone slow with me, never once just caressed me, treated me tenderly.
“Pyro…,” I moan. “What’s your real name? Please, just tell me.”
I immediately regret my question when his hands leave my body.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry—” My words cut off as his body and lips slam against mine.
My question is lost as his tongue pries my mouth open, our tongues tangling as our bodies climb one another. Somehow, I end up on top and his large hands are spread across my entire back, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin roughly as if he can’t get me close enough.
There is no warning as he impales me onto his massive cock. I gasp into his mouth. “Condom.”
“I’m clean,” he rasps.
I don’t reply. I can’t. It just feels way too good with him slowly entering me. I thought it would be fast, but it’s not. He’s savoring me. Like this will be the only time he’ll allow himself to have me.
“Faster,” I moan.
One large hand moves to my front and he pushes down on my chest, arching my back as I ride him harder and harder.
“Dammit, Lana, slow down,” he growls.
Fuck it. I’ll just tell him the truth.
“It hurts. Just cum so I can be over this agony.”
All at once, he stops moving, his green eyes piercing mine with what looks like regret.
“Fuck, Lana, I’m so f**king sorry,” he chokes as he pulls out.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s just… you’re the biggest… um… I’ve ever had.”
He swings his legs over the bed and puts his head into his beautiful large hands.
I trail my hand up the back of his Breakneck tattoo and he shivers at my touch, his hands still never moving away from his face. I lean my naked body against his and wrap one of my arms around his neck, digging my chin into his shoulder blade.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset, Pyro. You should be pleased you’re the biggest I’ve ever been with.”
He’s still silent.
Fuck!
“Pyro, you’re scaring me. Please, talk to me. You did nothing wrong.”
He maneuvers me into his lap and tilts my chin for my eyes to meet his. “I may live this f**ked up lifestyle, Lana, but I would never intentionally harm a woman. I should have been a little more careful with you, and for that, I’m sorry.”
Okay, tread lightly, Lana.
“First of all, green eyes, it wasn’t like you were killing me with your cock. I just wanted you to move a little faster the first time, ya know? So that maybe, on the next go around, I’d be all ready for you.”
His hands move away from my body and he scrubs at his face again. He seems deep in thought.
“Lana…”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I’ve ruined it.
“Let’s just lay down and get some rest, yeah?”
“Yeah, okay,” I whisper as I climb off his lap.
“Your eyes.” I gasp. Oh, jeezus! Your eyes? Did I really just f**king say that?
He chuckles lightly into my ear. “Are you sure it’s not because of this?” He pushes his hard c**k against my side.
“Okay, maybe that, too?” I respond, hesitant and with question.
“What, you’re not sure?” His tongue grazes my ear. “That sounded more like a question and not an answer, darlin’.”
My temper rears its ugly head. “Dammit, Pyro, cut the shit. What do you want?”
Oompf.
Next thing I know, I’m tossed over his shoulder and thrown onto his bed. I try scrambling quickly up towards the headboard but am frozen as his pants drop to the ground.
He goes commando. Nice, but that beast is not going anywhere near my vagina. Hell to the no!
“Get that giant f**king thing away from me right now, Pyro. I mean it. What are you wanting to do, rip me in half? You’re not human. Ain’t no f**king way. Jesus Christ!”
“It’ll only hurt for a second.” He chuckles.
“That’s what she said.” I can’t help it. I laugh.
He tosses his shades resting on top of his head onto his dresser. “That’s what who said, baby? Tell me right now who f**kin’ said that shit. I’ve never hurt no damn woman!” he roars.
Damn bikers. Always so serious.
“No, Pyro, it was just an expression.”
The look of cold blooded murder evaporates from his face and is replaced with… hunger? Yep, that’s what it is. Hunger
“Don’t come any closer. I mean it. I want to know, why now. Out of all the f**king times I threw myself at you, why now?”
Dammit, I deserve an explanation.
“Pyro, I’m not in the mood for your quiet smugness right now. Either answer me, or I’m cabbing it out of this club faster than you can scramble to get your jeans back on.”
He smirks at me and starts crawling onto the bed from the edge, sitting up on his knees. He lifts one of my legs straight into the air. His hands slowly trail up the back of my thigh all the way down to the tips of my toes.
“You’re not cabbin’ it anywhere, baby.”
As his big hands caress my leg, my head slowly falls against the headboard and my eyes close. Pyro repeats the same movement with my other leg and I feel all blissed out. Men have never gone slow with me, never once just caressed me, treated me tenderly.
“Pyro…,” I moan. “What’s your real name? Please, just tell me.”
I immediately regret my question when his hands leave my body.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry—” My words cut off as his body and lips slam against mine.
My question is lost as his tongue pries my mouth open, our tongues tangling as our bodies climb one another. Somehow, I end up on top and his large hands are spread across my entire back, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin roughly as if he can’t get me close enough.
There is no warning as he impales me onto his massive cock. I gasp into his mouth. “Condom.”
“I’m clean,” he rasps.
I don’t reply. I can’t. It just feels way too good with him slowly entering me. I thought it would be fast, but it’s not. He’s savoring me. Like this will be the only time he’ll allow himself to have me.
“Faster,” I moan.
One large hand moves to my front and he pushes down on my chest, arching my back as I ride him harder and harder.
“Dammit, Lana, slow down,” he growls.
Fuck it. I’ll just tell him the truth.
“It hurts. Just cum so I can be over this agony.”
All at once, he stops moving, his green eyes piercing mine with what looks like regret.
“Fuck, Lana, I’m so f**king sorry,” he chokes as he pulls out.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s just… you’re the biggest… um… I’ve ever had.”
He swings his legs over the bed and puts his head into his beautiful large hands.
I trail my hand up the back of his Breakneck tattoo and he shivers at my touch, his hands still never moving away from his face. I lean my naked body against his and wrap one of my arms around his neck, digging my chin into his shoulder blade.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset, Pyro. You should be pleased you’re the biggest I’ve ever been with.”
He’s still silent.
Fuck!
“Pyro, you’re scaring me. Please, talk to me. You did nothing wrong.”
He maneuvers me into his lap and tilts my chin for my eyes to meet his. “I may live this f**ked up lifestyle, Lana, but I would never intentionally harm a woman. I should have been a little more careful with you, and for that, I’m sorry.”
Okay, tread lightly, Lana.
“First of all, green eyes, it wasn’t like you were killing me with your cock. I just wanted you to move a little faster the first time, ya know? So that maybe, on the next go around, I’d be all ready for you.”
His hands move away from my body and he scrubs at his face again. He seems deep in thought.
“Lana…”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I’ve ruined it.
“Let’s just lay down and get some rest, yeah?”
“Yeah, okay,” I whisper as I climb off his lap.
