Borden

I was horny as hell, of course I wanted him to fuck me. “Yeah.”

“Then get on your knees and unbuckle me.”

I’d never done as I was told in sexual situations, mostly because the man was wise enough to know never to order me around, but…Borden was different. My senses were so blurred and my needs so high, I didn’t hear the battle roaring within me about submitting to a guy like him.

So I went down on my knees and I inched my way toward him, looking up his massive torso, taking in his rippling hard muscles and tattoos before meeting his heavy eyes. He looked delicious.

Gingerly, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, and then I stopped and looked up at him. He didn’t say a word, as if leaving me to decide whether I wanted to take it further. And of course I wanted to. This man had an endless ego, and I admittedly wanted to see his package.

I pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang free. Heat rushed through me at the visual.

Okay, so he was big.

Very fucking big.

I slowly wrapped my hand around him, and he was thick too. My fingers didn’t even touch. Un-fucking-believable, like this long dick needed another reason to be more perfect than it already was. And was that…

I paused and looked up into Borden’s eyes. “You’re pierced.”

His lip curved up. “Are you going to suck me, Emma? Or keep staring at my cock?”

In that moment, I really loved his vulgar mouth.

My tongue darted out hungrily and licked the head of his shaft. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, the look of pleasure warming his features. I’d never seen him with that look before. He was usually so broody and solemn, never exposed like this. I felt my insides tighten just then and my need skyrocketed.

I brought him into my mouth, sucking him gently, playing with the frenulum piercing a couple inches below his head. The damn thing was a little intimidating on a dick like Borden’s. I continued to stare up at him as I bobbed my head up and down, taking in every delicious feature on his face. His hand settled over my head and fisted my hair. He growled faintly and his cock hardened in my mouth as I took him further in. He directed my movements and speed, sometimes shoving himself deeper inside my mouth, but never far enough to make me gag.

Which I appreciated.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He abruptly pulled my head away from his length and forced me up on my feet. He pushed me back, until I collapsed on the bed, knocking the breath out of me. He hastily took off the rest of his clothes and dropped to his knees. He grabbed my legs and pulled me to him, slinging them over his shoulders. He left me no time to react when his mouth invaded my sex, and I tensed at the sudden feeling. My heels dug into his back, and I cried out, grabbing at his head and digging my fingernails into his scalp.

The white hot pleasure was so intense, I bucked beneath him. He sucked at my clit and my nails dug into the back of his head as I grinded against his mouth. He gripped me even tighter, groaning along with me, like he was enjoying it as much as me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, on the precipice of pleasure. “Don’t stop. Don’t…”

But he stopped.

He fucking stopped.

Pulling away, he stood back up, and I could see in the dark his lips glistening of me. He grabbed hold of my hips and flipped me around, pulling me up on my knees so my ass was in the air. He spread my legs wide, and I shivered at the feel of the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy, grazing his piercing over my clit. I breathed hard, gripping the sheets with anticipation. His hand roamed up my back and around my breast. He squeezed it, rocking his own hips back and forth, nudging my entrance with his head.

Oh, my God. My eyes were going to roll to the back of my head, I was so wet and ready. I felt him lean over me, his breath tickling my ear. His voice broke through the tense silence.

“Do you know how sore you’re going to be come morning? You’re going to remember I’ve been here. You’re going to hurt and remember how deep my cock was buried inside of you.”

I shut my eyes and nodded in acceptance, seeking his promise, wanting it to be fulfilled.

Then he moved away and he slowly filled me, stretching me around his cock. I breathed in sharply at the intrusion. It took everything in me not to moan out loud. I gripped the sheets tighter as he continued to fill me, and I felt everything. Sure, it’d been a long time since I’d been with a man, but never had I been filled like this before. He was big, almost too big. And while I appreciated his length in this moment, I couldn’t help but dread how full of himself he was going to be after this. Just another ego trip for Bully Borden.

He groaned low and deep in his throat behind me, distracting me from my thoughts. He went in and in until he couldn’t anymore. Squeezing my hip, he stilled for a moment.

“Fuck, Emma,” he rasped behind me. “So fucking tight.”

I was too busy feeling the strange, foreign shape of his piercing buried inside of me. I didn’t feel it so much when he went still, but as he started to move it was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t decide whether I liked it or not, until he went in rougher than before – and then there it was, a spark of some sort that made my whole body shake involuntarily.

Holy shit.

The sensation felt good, but it was way too overwhelming. I tried to push away, but Borden kept me still as he eased in and out, quicker with every thrust. The quiet lover I had always been disintegrated into a cloud of smoke. Now I was eagerly trying to move away when every thrust inwards made me groan in both pleasure and pain.

I shut my eyes and tried to sort my thoughts out. One second I wanted him out of me and far away. But then when he pulled out, I felt loss at the mixture of pleasure coated in pain. He liked it rough. He gripped my hair again and pulled it sharply back so that I couldn’t try and pull away. He moved hard and fast inside of me, breaking me, moulding me to his dick.

The term fucking had taken on a new definition for me. It was this: raw, primal and everything poisonous when it came to sex. There was no intimate connection. Just the thumping of his cock inside of me and my body betraying me to the feel of this, despite knowing it wasn’t normal. I stopped pulling away when I felt the peak of something good coming. And every time it edged nearer, he pulled completely out of me and kept me waiting for seconds on end, until the feeling died off and I cried in frustration.

“No,” I whimpered.

My knees hurt, my back felt tight with tension, and on and on he went, moving in and out of me. He punished me with the rough rhythm of his piercing rubbing against what I knew was my g-spot. They were like waves crashing against me, and there was nothing I could do but ride them out.