Page 66 of Saving Stella

“Cliff!” she exclaimed as his cock slipped into her. She was slick enough to accommodate him but the initial burn surprised her, as well as the feeling of fullness. His hands found her wrists and held her down, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free. The feeling of being filled with him, under him, captured by him, sent her over the edge with another orgasm.

Still, he didn’t stop. He thrust into her relentlessly, rammed into her deeply and roughly.

“So tight, so good.” His voice and face stuttered as she shuddered with a small orgasm. “This is my pussy. Mine. I own it. I own you,” he said, punctuating the last statement with a hard thrust as he continued to pin her down. “Come for me again, Stella.”

“Oh yes!” She screamed as the pleasure zinged down her spine and made her entire body exploded, white spots appearing in front of her vision. When the sensation returned to her limbs, she let out a sigh.

“Such a good girl.” Pushing her hair aside, he kissed her neck and trailed his mouth down to her shoulder.

Disappointment flooded her as she felt his weight lift off. Turning around, she watched him crawl off the mattress and stand over her. Quickly, he removed his shirt, revealing a wide, muscled chest, tattooed arms, and a ripped set of eight pack abs. His pants were unzipped, white briefs pushed down and his hand was around his long, thick cock that was slick and wet. Stella’s mouth went dry.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like my cock?”

“Y-yes.” She watched, fascinated as he stroked himself, the tip purple and angry. “Can I …”

“On your knees.”

Her pussy pulsed at his command and she did as he asked.

“Taste yourself on me.”

She reached out and curled her fingers around his slick cock, feeling it throb under her fingers. Bending her head down, she took the tip into her mouth, closing her eyes as she inhaled his drugging scent mixed with hers.

“Look at me, Stella. I wanna see your pretty eyes while you have those lips on my cock.”

Lifting her gaze, she stared up at him, mesmerized by his bright green eyes. Slowly, she licked her tongue around the tip, watching pleasure cross his face. It was empowering, knowing that she was the one making him feel good. She lowered her head, taking more of him in her mouth, keeping the suction strong and steady as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Stella,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her scalp, tugging her hair at the roots. He steadied her rhythm, his hips canting to slide himself in and out of her mouth. “I … ugh …” He pulled out of her. “Too good, baby,” he said in a rough voice. “Now, lay back down.”

She backed up toward the mattress, splaying herself on the bed for him. After discarding the rest of his clothing, he crawled toward her, like an animal inching towards its prey and excitement began to build in her. His large body covered hers, making her feel small and delicate and completely overwhelmed by him.

“Spread those legs … yes.” He settled himself between her thighs, then pushed himself inside her. “That’s it, baby. Feel my cock. That’s my cock going inside you. This is my pussy. For ton?—”

A snarl tore from her lips as she grabbed his head and forced it down on hers. She did not want to hear that word again, refused to think of the implication, the temporary nature of their joining. He was caught off guard for a spilt-second, but soon he took over the kiss, his mouth ravaging hers. His hands caught her wrists again and pinned them down.

“So, my she-wolf can bite,” he murmured against her lips. “That’s okay. I like it when you think you can fight me.” He pushed his hips forward, ramming into her with such force she gasped.

He fucked her with such a savage pace, she couldn’t think. All that mattered was now, and him, inside her, owning and dominating her, drilling her into the mattress. The force of it tore another orgasm from her, quick and sharp and had her hips lifting up to meet his brutal thrusts.

A low, guttural sound vibrated across his chest and a thrill ran up and down her body, knowing he was close. She clenched even tighter around him, then did something that she’d never in her life thought she’d do to another person—sink her teeth into the hard flesh of his neck.

Cliff groaned and punched his hips forward, his cock pulsing within her as he came. The orgasm stirred him into a frenzy, his thrusts erratic, but still sending shocks of pleasure across her body. He cursed and moaned frantically, fucking into her as he filled her with his seed, before he gave one final thrust.

A different kind of pleasure washed over her—contentment and perhaps pride, knowing she’d made him come so hard.

“Fuck,” he groaned. When he tried to withdraw from her, she wrapped her legs around him. “Hmmm … baby, I’m too heavy.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered. His weight on top of her was like a soothing balm. She felt … owned. Possessed. Cherished.

Relenting, he remained on top of her and kissed her ear. “You were so good, baby. So perfect and beautiful.”

Stella sighed and closed her eyes. In his arms, under him, with him still throbbing inside her, she did feel perfect and beautiful.

* * *

Stella was dreaming of talented fingers between her legs and plucking at her nipples. However, at some point, she figured out it wasn’t a dream at all. Her back was pressed up against Cliff’s front, one arm slung over her as his fingers teased her clit and folds.

“Cliff … oh …”