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I wrap my hand around his neck. “No, I want Ghost tonight. Fuck me like Ghost would.” I grit my teeth. “Hard.”
“Gladly,” he growls, running his hand below my back to flip me around like a doll. I’m facing his headboard as his hands dip to clasp my hips. He pulls them upward, getting me into a better position.
I nearly cry out with how large he is as he enters me, but his movements are calculated. His thick member fills every inch of me.
His cock rolls in circles inside of me, making me pant. I’m dripping, and he knows it. His inked fingers slide around to touch me. “I don’t know if I can come again.” I’m still unfamiliar with my body, and although the sex feels like heaven, I’m not sure it’s possible. My thoughts are wrecked, and he takes it as an invitation, a challenge.
He takes his hands away to get a better grip on my hips as he pounds into me, taking all his emotions and rage and worry out on my body. “You’ll do what I tell you too,” he moans.
My head hits the headboard, and he places his hand over my forehead to protect it, but he doesn’t stop his relentless, glorious, euphoria inducing thrusting. “Cum on my cock, Skyler,” he pants, his tone earthy and delicious.
What he doesn’t know is that as I was moaning his name, I already did. But as he pulls his powerful arms back, rearing his throbbing dick inside of me with brute force, I turn to Jell-O underneath him.
“Harder,” I beg, knowing he’s still holding back. That’s when he pulls my body away from the headboard and places his hand over my mouth to hide my moans.
As much as I love him holding my mouth and pulling my head back, I need his hands to grip my body. I throw a pillow underneath me and sink my face into it.
His palms move to my breasts, pinching my hard nipples before taking them both in his hands to grip.
Then, he fucks me like he hates me.
And I love every single moment of it.
I moan into the pillow, sinking my teeth into the material as he brings me pleasure from the pain. I want to do this every second of every day. Feeling him holding so much power, so much control, wielding his height and strength over my body.
It’s all I can do not to collapse, but he’s holding my body up anyways. Using his cock as a vessel to tear me apart and put me back together. “Foster!” I moan his name, but it’s muffled by the cotton.
He pulls out, unloading himself all over my back.
“Fuck,” he breathes, falling down beside me.
I get up, grabbing a towel. “Here.” He stands, helping. “Let me get it.”
I slip into my pajamas, and he puts on a pair of black basketball shorts.
He looks a little worried as he faces me. “Was that too much?”
I take my bottom lip between my teeth, knowing he can’t see the blush because my face is already red. “It was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”
He places his forehead against mine in relief. “I don’t ever want to cause you pain.”
“Good pain,” I correct him, “feels fucking amazing.”
He laughs at my response, throwing me on the bed. Maybe this will make him see I’m not a fragile doll he needs to protect, although I love his protection.
I just want him to open up a little more.
* * *
We lay facing each other,a soft sheet wrapped around us. I’m wearing a pair of his basketball shorts and a shirt that smells so much like him that I never want to take it off.
He’s wearing light gray sweatpants, which is quite honestly, my favorite look.
I look around his old room. “Why have you never brought me here?”
He tenses, realizing only now he’s let me inside of his life. He’s never done this before. “The same reason I didn’t tell you about my little sister.” He frowns.
“What do you mean?”