Page 11 of Forbidden Touch
He places the tip of the rod at the base of my core and pushes it all the way in until it can go no further.
Delicious pain rips through my core while my channel hastily stretches to let him in. While I’m not a virgin, he’s by far the biggest man I’ve ever had inside me.
I groan as my knees buckle and my butt caves inward.
He pumps the cock again into me once more and rough pleasure vibrates through my groin.
Catching my breath, I straighten my posture and stick my ass out again for him. It’s raw and intense, but I want more. It hurts so good.
He responds by thrusting the massive cock into me over and over, hard and fast.
I can’t help but yell from the mixture of pleasure and sweet pain as I clutch the sofa cushion.
His hand moves to the front of my chest, where it grasps my breast before making its way to where my collarbone meets my neck. His palm covers the entire area as he continues to ride me from behind.
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls hard, making me arch my back even further. Then he pounds the aggressive cock into me again. “You just need to be fucked, don’t you?”
Catching my breath, I turn to answer. “Yeah.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes.” My voice ripples through the cool air of the penthouse. “Please give me more. Please, Jonathan.”
He’s a rough guy. That’s clear, and I don’t mind.
I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I’ll enjoy the pleasure today. I moan for more, pressing into the cock until I can feel the head hitting my cervix.
After ramming my all-too-willing core with the thick rod repeatedly, his rhythm slows. “Turn around, Fiona.”
I freeze before turning to observe him from the corner of my eye. “What?”
He pulls out the gigantic rod. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Turn around. I need to view your face while I pump this into you. Do you understand?”
After licking my lips, I nod. Following his command, I sit down on the sofa, my bare feet on the plush rug.
His eyes turn stern and deliberate. “Open wide.”
I do as ordered.
He leans down and presses soft kisses on my inner thighs.
The sensation of his lips on my skin once again sends jolts to my limbs and I tremble.
He smooths a hand down my thigh. “Yes. Like that. I’m going to watch you.”
My nostrils take in his cedarwood scent, and my nerves relax as I let go.
A calmness takes over my limbs as his fingers come close to my wet folds again.
His male fingers feel the opening of my core and caress my clit before they place the head of the thick rod at my base again.
I have no idea what he has in mind, but for now, I relish the moment.
His male hand touches my cheek and moves a curl away. He studies me before he pushes the stiff rod through as far as it will go. He stops all movement and closes his eyes. Then he reopens them, and his brows draw in together. “Oh my god. You feel so good, Fi.”
I whimper at the sound of my nickname on his lips as my core tightens around him.
He’s different from earlier. Hell, he’s different from anyone I’ve ever met before. Dominant. Sensuous. Primal.