Page 34 of Shephard

When I came down from the rafters, I closed my eyes so I could enjoy the moment.

I should have known the big hunk of a man wasn’t going to allow me to rest. He pulled me up onto my knees, forcing me to straddle his body.

I was no longer shocked by anything he did. When he wrapped his hand around his cock, rubbing the tip up and down my pussy as he kept me kneeling, I planted my hands on his shoulders.

“You want this?” I asked, as if I didn’t already know the answer.

“I’m taking it.”

His gruffness was attractive where it wouldn’t be on another man. He pulled me down more gently than I thought possible, allowing me to buck against him.

He cupped both breasts as I rocked against him, flicking his thumbs back and forth across my nipples. Watching him, including the shift in his eyes, was powerful. He was a man full of emotions but didn’t like to show them. The moment he pinched my taut buds, I cried out; it wasn’t from the pain, but from the shock as another flash of electricity tore through both of us.

Everything about this would remain private and something special. Not that I had any girlfriends to tell.

The seconds ticked into minutes and I squeezed my pussy muscles to try to encourage him to come. He wasn’t ready. His answer was to pinch both nipples, twisting them until a wash of anguish mixed with the wave of pleasure.

He was rock hard and so big I knew I’d be sore in the morning, but it would be well worth the discomfort.

Just when I thought for certain he was going to let go, he pulled me off. As he’d done before, he acted as if my body was his toplay with, turning me over onto all fours. This would never be considered romantic, but I didn’t care. This was incredible.

He wasn’t going to waste time and he thrust his cock deep inside. I could swear he’d reached my overheated core. He repeated the move several times before cracking his hand against my backside.

What the hell?

All the wiggling I could do didn’t matter as he smacked my bottom several times. I’d be damned if he wasn’t ambidextrous, using his other hand to ensure both cheeks were equally covered. The pain was more exhilarating than it should be. Then again, he wasn’t spanking me harshly. It took me a few minutes to realize what he was doing.

Too late.

He shoved his thumb deep inside my asshole and I threw my head back. Only this time, my scream was silent. The discomfort was entirely different and as he drove it inside a few times, he kept his cock thrusting deep inside.

There was no mistaking what he was going to do. I was tense, uncertain I could go through with it. I had the distinct feeling he wasn’t going to let me scramble away.

Shephard took a deep breath and pressed the tip against my asshole. He was surprisingly gentle as he pushed in an inch at a time.

I was gasping for air and ready to scream to the heavens.

At least at first. As the flashes of pain began to fade, I was shocked how pleasurable the moment became. I relaxed, my breathing becoming easier.

He growled his approval, saying nothing at all. We simply didn’t need to at this point. After he was fully seated inside, he took a few seconds, his breathing labored but more even.

That was the only reprieve I was getting. He started to fuck me, sliding in and out with an even rhythm. A few seconds later, I met him thrust with thrust, arching my back as I clawed the bedding.

It was a spectacular moment. We were more like animals, but I didn’t care. This was special and exactly what I needed. He gripped my hips tightly, powering into me over and over again. I had no idea how he had so much stamina, but he wasn’t backing down, taking what he wanted as if a promise was made.

I was already exhausted, but in the best way possible. As his body started to tense, every sound he made was different. I enjoyed every one of them. I was also unable to keep the smile off my face.

With three brutal grunts, he unloaded deep inside my ass.

The breathless moment afterwards was as close to being romantic as I knew we’d come. When we collapsed on the bed, both barely able to control our breathing, once again I closed my eyes.

Sadly, I remembered why I wanted nothing to do with men. But it wasn’t about him. Not really. Yet my mind was pressing me to send him packing. He was in my home, in my space, something I’d promised myself would never be allowed.

No. There wouldn’t be another time.

And yes, I would do all I could to avoid him.

Period.