**Back story**
Riley is the youngest sister of the McHale crime family that runs one of the factions in Red River. She’s been in love with her two older brothers’ best friend, Mick since they were kids. Five years ago, he ventured into the Wasteland (The barren space outside the city where there is no longer society). While he was there, he was captured and tortured. Ever since, when someone touches him, he feels all of the excruciating pain that he experienced during his time in captivity. He deals with this by fighting and getting tattooed (He’s completely covered in ink, including a skeleton tattoo on half of his face). He has been known to lose his mind while fighting and Riley’s older brothers (The leaders of the crime family) have had to pull him off and restrain him. Because of this, they don’t trust him with their sister and threatened to kill him if he touches their sister, to which he agrees because he wants to hurt her, but he has a desperate need to protect her. They’ve recently been attacked by the other factions and war has been declared, forcing everyone to live in the same residence. This has led Riley to wear him down and eventually leads to him revealing how he truly feels about her. She wants to be hurt by Mick. She knows they’re perfect together. Just before this scene, Riley and her friend went out of the house and almost got attacked. Mick and her brother saved them, but Mick was furious with her for leaving the house without protection. They had agreed to meet in the basement after everyone went to sleep, but she’s unsure if he’s still too angry, or can’t let her touch him yet.
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With everything that happened today, I don’t know if Mick still wants me to come downstairs. He was so upset, and he couldn’t let it out. I could tell he had a lot to say to me and the fact that I scared him is driving me up the wall.
I wait until midnight before I can’t be in my room any longer. Every second up here has felt like torture. I did some necessary work online, but it was hard to focus.
Instead, I showered, painted my nails, and brushed through my hair. And then brushed through it ten more times when I still couldn’t sit still. I didn’t even go down for dinner.
I needed some time to myself. Mick’s fury and desperation were too much to handle. Knowing what he probably did to those cops was confusing.
I know what he’s capable of and a part of me thinks they deserved it, but I’ll always struggle with the other side of me that thinks we could have used them or something. Helped them see a better way. Maybe they would always be bad men though.
Mick protected me. That’s what he always does. And he supported me with my brothers which was…incredible. I needed to hear him say that.
I would’ve given us away if I stayed downstairs for one more second. I would’ve launched myself at him and showed everyone what we are. It’s getting damn near impossible to stay cool.
I creep through the house, trying to stay as silent as I can. I want to sprint to him, but I take deep breaths to calm my nerves and not make a sound. I don’t have lingerie or anything, so I threw on a baggy, black t-shirt, and a pair of cute, purple underwear.
I know he’s mad, but I still hope I won’t stay dressed for long. Even if he can’t let me touch him tonight again, I love being with him. Being held by him is all I need…for now. Even though I’m dying for him to take me.
Finally, I wrap my hand around the basement door handle. As I creak it open, music floats up the stairs from the dimly lit room. Dark Side, by Bishop Briggs, flows up to me and I take in a quick breath as my eyes land on Mick.
He’s standing at the bottom of the steps with his hands gripping both sides of the railing. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and nothing else. All of the muscles in his shoulders are tensed with barely controlled restraint.
His head is tilted down, but his deadly eyes burn into me. His lips twitch up slightly into a snarl. His dark ink blends into the shadows, making him look like an apparition that’s ready to finally consume me. A blast of heat slams into me as I gaze upon my Skeleton man.
I descend the steps on shaky legs to the phantom that haunts my dreams at the bottom. I don’t stop until I’m at eye level with him. I swallow down my nerves while I await the result of the war waging behind his gaze.
His powerful, raw, beauty takes my breath away and my body can’t decide who it wants to win this war. If this is how he’s going to be when I piss him off, our life will never be boring.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, needing to break this silence and encourage him.
“Never leave without protection again.” His deep, pained voice makes me take in another quick breath. I nod in understanding before taking another step closer to him.
“Are you still mad at me?” I pull my quivering bottom lip between my teeth as I hesitantly slide my hands up his chest. His burning skin hardens under my touch, and he lets out a heated breath of air as his eyes close.
I wonder how long he can stay mad at me with my hands on him. I’d have to do something really bad if I want him to stay mad for long, I think.
“I’m angry at this fucking world, Riley.” He grips the banister so tight that I hear it creak. “If you insist on putting yourself in danger, then you know I have to be there, right?” I slide my hands over his shoulders to wrap them around his neck. I let my body fall onto him and place a soft kiss on his jaw. His warmth heats my body as my soft curves melt into his stone frame.
“Promise?” I whisper against the shell of his ear. With a deep growl, he finally touches me.
His long, steely arms coil around my middle and lift me off the stairs. He carries me to his bed and for a moment, I worry about his newest wounds, but as he places a wet kiss on my neck, I lose all thought.
He sits down on the edge of his bed, and I bend my knees to straddle him. He slides up my back to grab a handful of my hair. He pulls my head back to crush our lips together. Warmth explodes within me from his touch. Our hold tightens simultaneously, and our bodies move together like they’ve always known each other.
As he surges his tongue past my lips, I can’t help but suck on it. It makes him moan and dig his hands into my hips. I thought it would take me longer to convince him to touch me, but he’s finally moving at my pace!
Somethings changed within him, and I feel his defences going down. I’ll claw and kick at them until they’re rubble beneath my feet.
His big, skilled, tongue moves in and around my mouth and I whimper against him when he bites my lip. I’m instantly desperate for more. I press my body against him and grind down, gifting me another deep, raspy moan. That sound will forever be burned in my mind.
His hand brushes under my shirt and over my back as his other one glides along my thigh. His touch lights me on fire and I get even hungrier for more of him.
He’s so gentle with me. His touch is so careful, but I want all of Mick. The way that he’s survived is by embracing the demons within him. He lives with it, and I want that side just as much.
I grip his hair as I grind down again to feel every inch of his hardening shaft. I can’t rush him, but I can motivate him. His big hand grips my thigh hard before he lets up to gently stroke my skin. He swirls his tongue around mine and I nip at his lip. He grins against me as he tightens his grasp for good.
I circle my hips against him, but I can’t get the contact I need over his big frame, so I prop my feet on the top of his thighs for better leverage.
It works perfectly and I start grinding my hips against him rhythmically. I rub my aching pussy against his rock-hard length. My breath gets caught in my throat as his shaft becomes even harder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan into his lips. His hands fly to my hips to stop my movements and he lets out a ragged breath. I didn’t think my words would affect him that much.
His eyes are screwed shut and he drops his head to my shoulder. He’s trying to compose himself, but I want him to lose it. He has to realize that I can handle it. With a heated sigh, he kisses my exposed collar bone lightly.
“Let me take care of you.” He trails his lips up to my ear. His words and his feather-light touch make a shiver crawl up my spine.
His lips are impossibly warm, and I want him to run them all over my skin. For him to make me see stars again. My whole body wants to let him devour me over and over, but I need more than that.
“I want to touch you, Mick.” I fight to move my hips against his hold. “Show me how.” With a breathless groan, he tightens his grip on me and pushes me down, shoving his cock against my pulsing clit and making me whimper at the contact. Fuck, he knows how to distract me.
He licks along my neck before biting down on my earlobe. He digs his fingers into my thighs. I fight to stay focused on my mission. I gently nip at his neck, earning me another groan from his devilish lips. I slide my legs off him to the ground.
He reluctantly lets me go, and I’m so thankful he doesn’t stop me. He watches my movements like I’m about to attack him. His glare and attention make another rush of heat slam into my body. I feel my heartbeat in my needy core, but right now, this is about Mick.
With carefully slow movements, which go against my instincts, I drop down to my knees. His muscles tense in jerking waves as his hands grip the sheet beside him.
“It’s been…a long time since someone’s touched me, Riley.” His breath hitches as I trail my hands up his legs.
“Me too.” I fake a frustrated groan. He lets out a huff of air and gives me an amused grin. I make sure to maintain eye contact so he can study my features. I know he likes that.
I slide my hands up to the hem of his shorts and try to pull them down. He hesitates for a moment and pinches his brows before lifting his hips so I can take them all the way off.
“Woah.” The breathless word is pushed out of me as I finally get a real view of him. Now that I’m up close, it’s so much more than I thought.
The iron-hard length of him slaps against his rippling stomach and my eyes widen painfully as I study him. My mouth drops as I run my gaze up every inch. He really is the size of my forearm.
Thick veins run along the length up to the tapered crown. This is going to hurt…and I can’t fucking wait.
I snatch his base in my hand and my fingers don’t even touch. He hisses through his teeth in response. I want to look at his eyes, but I can’t tear mine away from his thick shaft. All the things I’ve fantasized about doing to him over the years, flash through my mind.
I’ve pictured how I would move over him, how I’d touch him and figure out how to drive him mad. All of those things violently invade my mind, but for right now, I just trail my fingers over his length to explore him. I can take my time, for now.
A low groan erupts from his throat when I bring my other hand to wrap around him as well. I want to feel every ridge and curve of him, but there’s so much. Stroking my hands up to his tip, I try that twist thing he did to himself, and his hips jerk in response.
“Is this, okay?” I look up at him through my lashes. His heavy-lidded eyes stare fiercely at me, and it takes my breath away. His breathing is deep and unsteady as he tightens his grip on the bedsheet. The muscles across his broad chest pull taught.
“Fuck yes,” he groans out. “You’re doing so good baby.” His words force a whimpery gasp out of my throat and my skin to impossibly heat more. I drag my gaze back to the rock-hard shaft in front of me and narrow my eyes at it.
This is my new goal. No war, no smartest chick in Fog, no nothing. I want to be the best that Mick’s ever had. I have to be. He’ll be the only man to ever touch me, and I will learn to be his greatest.
Using both my hands to hold him up, I gather spit on my tongue and trail it from his base to his tip. A long, deep groan gets pushed from his lips and it makes my core ache with need.
I lick through the slit at the top and taste a bit of his cum. It’s musky and heady and I want every drop. A deep rumble starts in my throat, and I feel like I’m losing my mind already!
I rise up on my knees so I can wrap my lips around his head. I swirl my tongue around him just like he did with his tongue on me. His head drops back as his hand flies to hold my bicep. He’s still being gentle, but I know he’s close to letting me have all of him.
I try to suck him deeper every time I go down, but there’s so much of him. I use my hands in twisting motions on the part of his shaft that I can’t reach.
Letting my drool leak out of my mouth, I use it to stroke and twist my hands faster. I suck on his head and my eyes roll back. This feeling bursting through me makes me feel drunk and leaves me dizzy.
I force my eyes to open so I can gaze upon him. He looks gorgeously menacing right now. His eyes are almost dark enough to blend in with his black skeleton ink and his lips open as he pants for air.
His sharp canines poke out and I want them to dig into me. The ink on his chest expands and contracts as he takes in deep, steadying breaths. I have to squeeze my legs together to relieve some pressure as a groan vibrates through my throat.
His hand on my bicep squeezes tight and it fuels me to move faster. Harder. I put all my energy into finding out what drives him as crazy as me.
I push my head down farther on his cock until it hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but I swallow around him. I read online to do that. It works and it feels like I took a shot of tequila, so I do it again.
The feeling of him filling me completely makes my head spin and my core throb painfully. I let out another groan and swallow around his girth.
“Holy fuck,” he moans as he spears his hand through my hair. Hearing his deep, shaky voice does something intense to my body. I want him to roar and shake this house. His hips thrust up quickly and he hits the back of my throat, making a sobbing moan rattle through me.
I feel like I might explode from the insane heat that’s burning me up. This was supposed to be about him, but I’m more turned on now than I’ve ever been, and I want more!
The next time I slide my mouth down, I hollow out my cheeks and push as far as I can go. I swallow around him when he hits my throat. I gag but I’m able to work through it.
I try to remember everything I’ve read and researched but my body starts working on instinct. No longer pleasing him but doing what drives me closer to this senseless edge that my body seems to be barreling to.
“Fuck, you’re such a bad girl,” he groans and holds my head down for a second before letting me up. A sob gets ripped from me again when I almost come, so I shove my mouth back down for more.
His deep, smoky voice and heated groans burn my insides. That, plus the feel of him against my tongue and lips is enough to have my thighs trembling with need.
He uses his grip on my hair to take over my movements, shoving his cock against my throat as I rub my thighs together. Burning electricity runs through me, and I tighten my grip on him. I can’t match the grip he had on himself, but with two hands I can try.
As he pushes me down, his hips lift, and he slides into my throat. It’s intrusive, uncomfortable, and it makes my entire body shudder. I’m going to explode any minute. How can I want even more?
His fist keeps pushing me down. He doesn’t let up as a strangled groan tries to escape my throat, but his thick cock is in the way.
There’s a tidal wave building inside of me, and I can’t stop it. I whimper and try to twist my hands as fast as he’s moving me. It’s all so overwhelming! He tightens his grip on my hair and the pinch of pain makes me shake even more. More!
“You’re gonna make me fucking come.” His voice hitches as he thrusts into my throat, and I sob against him again. “Fuck,” he growls, and it shakes the room around us.
His balls draw up as he holds me down on him. His body shudders as he barks out a groan and it’s all too much. I snap one of my hands down and rub my aching clit through my drenched underwear.
It only takes a few circles for intense waves to shoot up through my core. I groan deeply around his cock with my release as I feel his cum shoot down my throat. I swallow everything I can while my body shakes with his.
Both his hands snap to my shoulders, and he shoves me back. I catch myself with my shaky hand behind me. We both shudder and tremble with the intensity of what just happened. I sit back on my heels, running my hands down my quivering thighs as my head falls back.
Drool, cum, and tears leak down my face as I bring in greedy breaths of air. I’ve never felt sexier in my life. Slowly, I bring my gaze back to Mick to see that he’s not living in utopia like I am.
His elbows rest on his knees as his head drops into his hands. He takes shuddering, laboured breaths and I see the war raging within him again. My throat is sore from the abuse it took, and it makes my eyes flutter. Wow. When can we do that again?
“That was fucking amazing,” I rasp, needing him to know that it’s alright. He spears his hands into his hair and grips tight as his face twitches in pain. His eyebrows pinch as he scans every inch of my face.
I drag my thumb over my lips to gather some of his cum that’s dripped out before sucking it off. His eyes darken for a moment and his lips twitch before his troubled expression takes over again.
“Did I hurt you?” he strains out and I roll my eyes at him dramatically as I scoot closer on my knees. He needs to stop second guessing himself with me. He knows me.
“Listen to me…” I say sternly but my voice still comes out raspy. I clear my throat, and his face looks like I slapped him. My sweet, tortured, Skeleton man. I slap his hands away so I can cup his jaw.
“I wanted it, Mick. Fuck, I want so much more than that too.” I drop my head back and let my eyes close for a second before bringing them back to him. “I’m not fragile like you think. I know that you know…what I want. I trust you, completely.” I know that he sees the real me. He might be the only one.
His brows soften as he leans into my touch. He stares at me for a long moment before he grabs me by my waist to pull me up. His movements are always purposeful and graceful.
My legs shake as I stand so I use his shoulders to steady me, and he pulls me between his legs before dropping his forehead to my shoulder. He runs his big hands over my trembling thighs as I brush my fingers through his hair.
“You’re right,” he whispers and tightens his grip on my legs. “Just…the things I want to do to you…” He pulls me closer, and I run my fingers through his hair. “They go against my instinct to protect you.” I grip his strands to make him look at me and close the distance until our lips are a breath away.
“Good thing I only want you to do them to me.” I drag my nails over his scalp and his eyes fall close. When they open, a level of certainty is in them. A dark promise sits behind his ashy pools. He trails his hands up to slowly pull my underwear down. I step out of them and kick them away, never breaking our gaze.
With an incredibly soft touch, he drags his fingers up my body, taking my shirt off with them. His touch leaves goosebumps in his wake as a shiver wracks my frame.
He stands fluidly before me while his gaze roams over every exposed inch of my body. I have to arch my neck to look at him as he glides behind me. His hands trail over me the entire time.
Across my collar bone and down my arm. Brushing over my hip before running his knuckles up my spine and around my neck. He softly claims my body with his touch. Leaving the phantom memory of his burning skin in his wake. My blood pumps erratically to all corners of my body. Nothing exists outside of this moment.
He looms over me from behind and I feel his heat coursing through me. He brushes his hands over my shoulders and around my waist. I try not to move as he maps out my body with his powerful hands.
“No one will ever touch you again. Do you understand?” he whispers against my hair as his steel-hard shaft brushes against my back. I lean into his hold to feel his entire length press against me.
All of his inked, scarred skin moulds against my soft, untouched, curves and nothing has ever felt so right.
“Tell me you understand.” His huge hand covers my breasts while his other one slides over the apex of my thighs. A breathless whimper rises from my throat.
“No one but you, Mick.” I slide my hands behind me, over his strong thighs as I arch my head to look up at him.
“Get on the bed.” He bends down until his lips brush against mine as he grips my biceps tight. I follow his orders immediately. My limbs tremble and my heart races as I crawl into the middle of his bed and flip over. I prop myself on my elbows so I can see him. He should be naked more often.
His tattoos flow over his muscles like waves coming in during high tide. They shadow and contour his lean, deadly frame.
He places one knee on the bed and slides his arms under my legs, but I snap my hand to his shoulder to stop him.
“I want you, Mick,” I plead with him, and his lips spread into a wide, devilish grin.
“Oh, I’m gonna fucking take you, Riley. But you need to have patience, because…” He glances down at my glistening pussy in front of his face. “I’m going to try everything I can, not to hurt you until you’re ready.” His dark promise is finally put into words, and it crawls up my body, making my head fall back.
I need to let him take the lead on this. As much as I’m dying for him to bury himself within me…that’s probably not a great idea yet.
He shakes his head at me as he places soft kisses on my stomach, and I gasp when he bites down and licks it away. I tighten my legs on his shoulders to make him do that again. With a harsh groan, he crashes his mouth onto my pussy.
“Fuck!” I slap my hand over my mouth. He starts sucking and swirling his tongue on my swollen, sensitive clit, not giving me a moment to get used to the sensation.
I’m glad he doesn’t make me maintain eye contact because it would be fucking impossible. I groan against my hand as his skilled, long tongue sends fireworks up my body.
He groans against me as he grips the back of my legs with both his big hands. He slams my knees to the bed beside me, making me fold and lifting my hips up for him. My entire body tenses again and again as his tongue lashes against me brutally.
He holds me down and I grip his forearm to keep me tethered to reality. He plunges his wide tongue deep inside my core and I gasp and moan against my palm, barely able to stay quiet.
He never lets up as I barrel towards another orgasm, and it steals my breath. I want to scream and tell him to fuck me, but the one rational cell left in my brain urges me to be quiet.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I arch as much as I can against his hold. I feel him shift up in bed so he’s kneeling in front of my lifted hips.
He holds me down with his big, rough hands, not letting me move an inch. He flattens his tongue on my clit and ravishes it as he shoves my knees down harder into the bed to raise me even higher. Folding me completely under him. I feel like my body is his to use and that thought shoves me violently over the edge.
My muffled moan gets drowned out by his aggressive growl as my body is thrown into jerking convulsions. He sucks on my clit while waves of pleasure shoot into my core. He lets go of one of my legs and I wrap it around his head to hold him tight against me. The sharp sensations are overstimulating, but I won’t stop him for anything.
I gasp and dig my nails into him as he surges two long fingers inside me before I’m even down from my orgasm. He pushes them in, stretching me until his knuckles stop him. It sends violent tremors through my body. Wow, it’s so much.
The sensation steals the breath from my lungs and sends aching waves shooting up from my core. Still holding me down to the bed and lifting my hips up for him, he starts twisting his fingers inside of me.
“Holy shit, Mick. Wow, fuck,” I rush out on one breath when I finally take my hand off my mouth. He groans against my overly sensitive clit and it’s almost too much. “I…It’s so…” My words are cut off when he starts to ease another finger inside of me. “Oh, shit.” I shove my face sideways into the pillow.
He stretches me slowly and only goes in an inch or so at a time. He keeps his tongue constantly swirling on my clit and the mix of pain and pleasure is exhilarating.
They fuse together in this overwhelming sensation, and I lift my hips to take more. His fingers plunge into me, and I gasp as a sharp burn shoots through me. It flows into an aching, burning pressure as he sucks on my clit. Back and forth between too much and not enough.
He keeps me teetering on this insane edge of burning pain and exploding pleasure. I don’t know if my last orgasm has even subsided completely when another one slams into me without warning.
“Mick…” I start to scream but he slaps his hand over my mouth, and I wrap both legs around his wide shoulders. I can’t stop it and I let a loud, cracking scream go into his palm.
He doesn’t stop his fingers stretching me or his tongue circling my clit for one second while I thrash under him. My pussy clenches down on him so hard it feels like I force his fingers out.
He grabs my ass with his drenched palm and tilts my hips up to him. He runs his mouth up and down my drenched lips and I whimper out a moan as he plunges his tongue into my fluttering center. Swirling it around until I grab his hair to stop him.
He lets out a ragged breath as he sits up and kneels between my legs. I take in a huge, needy breath of air to fill my lungs as my body melts. I pass through the bed and become one with the earth.
I can barely open my eyes to look at him but I’m so fucking glad I did. He takes in steadying breaths of air as he holds my thighs open. A menacing snarl is plastered on his face as he glares down at my body laid out before him. Only for him. He darts his tongue out to lick the blood off his lips.
An unwarranted blast of embarrassment floods me before a carnal need takes control of my body at the visceral sight above me.
My body is malleable, drained, and spent…but the adrenaline that courses through me at this moment replaces all of it. I launch myself up at him. See who can move fast now, Mick!
I straddle his kneeling frame and crash against his mouth. Both of us wrap our limbs around each other and let out guttural moans. If someone hears us, so be it. The only things that exist are Mick and me anyways.
The taste of him, mixed with my arousal and my blood fill me with this expanding feeling like a concentrated shot of caffeine that lights up my soul.
“Make me yours, Mick. Now.” I move my shins to the top of his knees and grind my pussy up his length. He bites down on my neck, and I grip his hair to shove him down and make it harder.
He grabs my hips to encircle my ass and drags me up and down his shaft as he devours my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I moan against his skin.
“You’ve always been mine, Riley,” he groans breathlessly as he lowers me onto his impossibly hard cock. We pant and hold onto each other tightly for just a moment while my mind explodes.
Sometimes I hype a thing up in my head so much that my crazy mind brings it to this whole other, impossible level. So, when I finally do it, it’s nowhere near as incredible as my brain can take it. Maybe I’m a dramatic psychopath like the jerks around here say…but this is otherworldly.
“Fuck, yes.” I drag out a groan as my head falls back and my hair brushes along our legs. Our panting, sweaty bodies plaster together in a heated, encompassing embrace.
“Mine,” he breathes out the word into my neck and it shoots through me like a bullet. Maybe I really am dramatic. He thrusts up slightly and grips the base of my neck to tilt my head back down. “You know the rules.” His lips brush against mine. “Look away, and I stop.” I nod as my eyes flutter. I can barely think, let alone speak.
I grind down on him, taking another inch and his grip around my body tightens. His eyes flutter closed as he bites his full lip and I crash our mouths together.
Our kiss keeps being broken by our ragged, desperate breathing and our stifled groans. I grip his hair tight and hold our lips a breath away as my eyes greedily stare into his.
My body moves over his as his hands slide up my back and over my legs. He doesn’t leave an inch of my body untouched. I ignite under his hands.
The burning pressure at my core is beyond intense. I’ve never felt this full before. I tremble above him as we start moving our bodies together. Slowly we start grinding on each other in the most incredible, painful, wonderful mix of sensations and it…makes me giggle. I can’t stop it.
“Are you seriously laughing.” He can’t help but join me. My breathless laughter gets interrupted by a whimper as I take even more of him, and a blast of fire shoots up my core.
“I was just thinking,” I moan against him as I kiss my way to his ear. “How have we not done this sooner?” I whimper against him, and he rolls his shoulders as he digs his fingers into my back.
“I was just thinking the same shit,” he groans into my neck as he spreads his knees, making my legs spread above them. He grinds his hips up and the intense pressure of his width against my walls is almost unbearable.
He’s keeping me right on the edge again and I hope he keeps me here forever. He was fucking made for me! My ego explodes this room apart and I stand upon the wreckage and laugh.
We breathe in each other’s air against our lips as our bodies roll together. He runs his burning hands down my back and over my thighs.
He slides one over the curve of my ass and runs his fingers through my lips and around his shaft. I gasp and tighten my grip on his hair as he gently spreads my wetness all over us.
Our lips meet again, and we devour each other as he encircles the base of his cock. He spreads my arousal over the rest of his length and brushes against my sensitive clit. He bites my lip at the same time, and I writhe on the edge.
I grind down on his hand and gasp every time he rubs my clit. His tongue swirls inside my mouth as he hypnotizes me again with his touch. I try to hold down my aggressive moans as I grip his hair tightly to hold me steady while I quicken my pace.
“You’re so fucking perfect, I can barely control myself,” he growls deeply against my lips as we both catch our breaths.
“I’ve never seen you move so slowly.” I grip his arm to give me leverage to raise up higher. I want to take every inch on every thrust. I choke on my breath as he pushes me down to take more.
“I know patience isn’t your strongest trait.” He shoves me down hard on his hand holding his shaft, forcing the air from my lungs again. “But this isn’t how I want to hurt you.”
Between his words and the sensations of him surrounding me, the ache in my pussy morphs into a burning euphoria. I struggle to keep my eyes open and my head from falling back.
His breathing is harsh against my skin as he lets go of his base and brings my ass down to take more of him. It makes my walls clench around him even more, forcing a shocked gasp past my lips.
“Shit, you’re so big.” I half laugh, half moan out as my body desperately tries to accommodate him. I lean back and hold onto his neck so I can look down to where we’re connected. His burning gaze follows mine.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” he breathes out as we watch my body stretching around his.
People have always commented on how different Mick and I were. We’d be hanging out watching horror movies, explaining to each other how the killer on the screen is making a ton of mistakes, and someone would talk about us being made completely opposite. It was obvious to me that they were wrong.
I may be crazy, but we are one. Mick is my fucking Skeleton man and I’ll destroy anyone who says otherwise.
My lips lift in a snarl as I grip his hair to yank his head up and he growls harshly as he throws me back on the bed. He plunges his tongue into my mouth as he covers me completely. We both turn feral.
“One day soon, I’m going to mark you as mine,” he snarls against my skin as he bites down on my neck and we both want him to do it harder.
“Yes!” I tighten my grip on his hair as he holds my thigh up on his waist and props himself on his other arm, so he doesn’t crush me. I wrap my entire body around him and force him down to me. I don’t want an inch of my skin not touching his. Fucking crush me!
“Because everything is mine now,” he moans as he picks up his pace and I can only whimper in response. The intense, sharp, aching flames inside me tear me apart on every thrust.
“These lips are mine.” He crashes his lips back to me and claims me over and over. I grip the sheet beside me as my chest arches for more as I lean into the pain. “This perfect body.” His hand encircles my leg as he gives me more of his thick cock.
“And this fucking pussy is mine,” he groans deeply against me, vibrating his lean, hard chest as he surges his cock within me.
Fuck, it’s so much I can barely think. A brutal shiver rips through my body and he catches my scream on his lips and whips his hand to the back of my head. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he fucks the air out of me.
He’s finally fully seated inside me. Thankfully he gives me a second to get used to it. He circles his hips slowly, staying deep within me as my walls flutter and clench around him. I tremble under his hold and finally let my eyes roll back and close.
I feel him everywhere. His abdomen flexing under the hold of my thighs. His sweaty hair wrapped up in my hands and his strong shoulders bunching under my nails. And of course, his incredible cock pushing against every wall inside me and hitting the deepest parts of me.
The pain is intense, and it feels like flames wicking my insides, but it’s accompanied by this incredible, pulsing, soul-shattering ebb of pressure that starts spreading through my entire soul.
“Give it all to me Mick, please,” I groan loudly against the side of his neck. Even though he’s fully inside me, I know he has so much more to give.
“Good, fucking, girl.” He punctuates each powerful word by pulling his hips back and surging deep within me. His lips have to cover mine again to keep me quiet. He groans even louder into our kiss as he quickens his pace. I never could have imagined what this would feel like. Like he’s everywhere, completely possessing my body.
He snaps his hand up to cover my mouth as he lets out another aggressive, choking groan into my neck. I cry out as an intense fiery ball inside me gets unbearably massive. He gyrates his hips against me, making sure to give me all of him, every excruciating fucking inch as his pelvis drags over my sensitive clit.
“Mick,” I sob against his hand. The pain is fierce, and I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, but my body convulses with need. The pain makes this high of pleasure that’s blinding me, skyrocket. I can barely fill my lungs as he slides his hand from my mouth to the side of my face and holds me a breath away from his lips.
“Say it,” he demands harshly against me, and it sends another violent shock wave through me. I feel a tsunami approach me. His big hand slides to mine and we thread our fingers together before he slams our hands to the bed above us.
I turn my head into my bicep to muffle my cries as I grip his ass in my other hand to pull him harder into me. If I was stronger, I bet I’d leave bruises.
I try to speak, but it comes out as a whimpery moan as my body tries desperately to take him and prepare for what’s coming. He never lets up his slow, dizzying rhythm as he moans breathlessly against my neck. My body starts tensing into itself.
My core intensely clenches down on him as he gives me a brutal thrust, slapping his hips against mine and forcing the tsunami to crash into me.
It destroys everything in its path. He whips our joined hands down over my mouth and shoves the side of his palm between my teeth. I muffle my deep groan as I bite down on him and tighten my jaw.
My body convulses violently, and I can’t hear or sense anything other than the overwhelming sensation of consuming, aching, euphoria rocking my soul. My body tries to float up into the air, but Mick holds me down. I have no idea how loud I’m being, but my throat burns from my scream.
“Holy shit, that’s fucking right,” he groans breathlessly as he buries himself deep within me. His cock swells inside of me, sending another wave of electricity shooting through my core. My heart beats painfully against my chest and I feel his slamming back. He groans into my neck and tries to stay quiet, but it vibrates my bones.
I lay there, a smoldering pile of bones and at last, I’m sated. Our bodies have melted into one, and he’s finally where he belongs. We let our breathing slow down together, as he completely engulfs me.
“Say it,” he breathes against my shoulder and drags his tongue over my sweaty skin.
“I’m yours, Mick.” Finally!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xv71zo/losing_my_vcard_to_my_brothers_best_friend_a