Slammer

“Please, Christopher,” I pleaded.

He shattered me, filling me to the hilt and pulling a sound I’d never made from me. It was the sound of my soul crumbling for him. It was the sound of my innocence dying. I wasn’t completely inexperienced, but never had I been taken so roughly by someone so wicked.

“Shhh.” He ran a calloused thumb over my lips, but I could tell by the feral look in his eyes that he was close to crumbling, too. “Fuck,” he hissed.

He pumped his hips, first slow and steady, feeling my depths and relishing in the feeling of the two of us coming together. His strong fingers dug into my hips, making my flesh ache and only adding to the sensations rushing through my body.

With a groan, he moved quicker and his strokes became wild and untamed. The bed pressed against the wall, chipping into the old cinderblock and spreading broken pieces of white paint onto the sheet at my side. He took full control, his body owning mine, ripping away the flesh of my face, and staring into my emotions. He was a force as he took what was his since the minute I’d first laid eyes on him.

“Fuck, Lyla, I can’t…” His words were broken and full of breath. It made me feel good to give him so much pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and harder with my ankles. He plunged into me, the sounds of our bodies getting louder and louder the faster he moved.

Throwing my head back, I let my mouth fall open in pleasure. I’d never felt anything so raw. It was unadulterated. Forbidden. Dark. Uncontrolled lust exploded into the space around me, splitting me into two and sending me to a place I’d never visited.

Leaning in, he rested his forehead against my shoulder and the sounds of his heated breaths were loud in my ear. Occasionally, he’d moan softly and something about such a large, dangerous man being brought to moans sent a spiral of sensation down in my core.

My orgasm clawed at my pelvic muscles, burning with want and need and teetering on the edge of greatness. “Yes,” I cried, the sound coming out way louder than I wanted.

Reaching up, his large hand settled over my mouth, quieting me as he sped up and dug into me harder and deeper. The noises of our bodies echoed throughout the room, and the whiz of my hard breaths exploding from my nostrils was almost as loud.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck, Lyla, feel me. Ah yeah, feel my cock. I’m going to come so deep in your sweet pussy, baby.”

I was so close, and his filthy words sent me right over the edge. My body tightened around him, the nerves in my opening reaching out to their edges and giving me so much pleasure that my eyes rolled back in my head. My toes curled so hard I felt cramps developing in my feet and calves.

His movements became jerky as my body milked him hard, his hips drilling like a machine. Leaning over again, he bit into my shoulder, exploding inside of me. His teeth stung my flesh through my scrubs, and I hissed at the sensation of pain and pleasure. His heat filled me, warmth spilling out and onto the sheets beneath me. I’d never felt something so amazing.

His body relaxed into mine, his weight intensifying against me. Heated lips skimmed my cheek and neck before he placed a single kiss beneath my ear.

“I’ll never be the same again,” he said.

I wanted to tell him that he’d changed me, too, but no words formed against my tongue. It lay dead, like the rest of my muscles, in the bottom of my mouth, thick and useless. But it was the truth. I’d never be the same either. He’d taken my body and pushed it to the edge of every sensation possible.

Reaching out, I ran my fingers over his head, the spiked hairs of his new growth tickling my fingertips.

“I want to stay a part of you forever.” His words whizzed past my ear as he pulled out of my body.

Cool air rushed into my center, taking up the space he’d controlled not seconds before, and I felt his loss. Reaching down, he slid his thumb over the wetness between my legs, his and mine, and smirked up at me.

“Fuck, that was amazing.”

I nodded, unable to speak just yet, and his eyes softened.

“Say something, Lyla.”

But I couldn’t. Instead, tears rushed to my eyes and I burst out crying. He backed away from me, fear sweeping into his expression.

“I didn’t force you, did I? Lyla, I would never…”

I stopped him with my hand and shook my head.

How could I explain to him how I was feeling? I wanted to tell him that I’d never felt anything so wonderful. My heart broke over the thought that I’d never be able to be with Christopher. Not like a regular couple anyway, and especially not if I wanted to keep my job. It was just another massive push to reveal his innocence.