The feel of his fingers gripping her elbows startle her, "How did he get over here and not make a sound?" she wondered, not realizing the fog of lust and fear she was consumed with had all but dulled her awareness of her surroundings. His fingertips, pressing into the small of her back, sliding upwards ever so softly. The shaking...her eyelids fluttering from his touch, the dampness between her legs, the trickle of fluid running down the inside of her thighs. "I have no control!" her mind screams, and that thought sends a small orgasm pulsing through her core. His fingertips reach the back of her neck, his hand slowly closes around the soft flesh. She feels the light pressure from his callous hand, The warm breath across her skin raises goosebumps and the shivers intensify. Knees weaken when she feels his teeth scrape across her earlobe, the soft waves of his hair tickle her cheek.
"My girl", the whisper reaches through the fog, those words a buoy to desperately cling to in the maelstrom raging through the sea of her mind. She hears him draw in his breath, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the sweat dripping down her flushed torso. "My favorite", he murmurs as she's suddenly spun around and pulled forcefully to his chest. The smell of him is overpowering, his natural musk, mixed with the scent of industrial oil and heavy machinery and the whiskey on his breath, flood her nose and push the walls of her consciousness perilously close to black. She can feel his fingers slipping into her brown curls, then a short gasp escapes her lips as her head snaps back and the air breezes across her exposed throat. No pain of course, he would never cause her unneeded pain, she realizes. The sensation of his lips touching the soft skin below her chin brings vibrations to her clit and a raggedness to her breathing. She's on the edge, has been for what seems like hours, but has been only minutes.
The agony of his slow, sensual kisses across her neck and down her bare shoulders is sending continuous ripples of pleasure through her. The waiting to be taken, that's his torture for her, They both understand no words need be spoken, for she belongs to him completely. Feeling his arms snake around her waist, her body being swept up into his arms, her refuge in a savage world. Her arms clasp around his neck, she burrows into his thick chest. He lowers her gently onto the bed and straightens up. She sits on the edge and lowers her head, lip trembling with anticipation for the word she knows is coming. "Begin", spoken in a low growl, spurs her to begin to unbuckle his belt. The thick leather strap hangs slack as her fingers frantically start to unbutton his jeans and tug them down. A hand on her cheek, caressing..."Slow down, darlin', we've got all the time in the world", he breathes. She nods, but her body is burning up, her core hotter than an active volcano and her desperation for him is bordering on frantic. She manages to pull his jeans below his knees and paws at his boxers, nearly tearing them apart. The sudden slap of his erect cock on her cheek sends a flush down her neck and starts her mouth watering. She obediently waits until she feels his fingers grip her hair and slowly push her mouth towards the glistening tip.
Her tongue flicks across the head, gathering the drop of pre-cum threatening to drip on her dress. She craves his taste, like an oasis in a desert. Swirling her tongue around his large mushroom head, her hand slowly stroking his thick shaft in lazy circles. The groan coming from him brings a smile to her face as she continues to pleasure him. She knows now what button to push, she needs to be taken now, her body nearly shaking with need. Slowly, she raises her eyes to him, as he locks onto her with his gaze, his nostrils flare and she's suddenly in the air and being thrown down on the bed.
The feeling of his weight pressing down on her is pure bliss, his lips mashed against hers, his tongue probing her mouth. Her hands are suddenly pulled behind her head, held down by one of his massive arms. There it is, the feeling of utter helplessness, the feeling washes over her and sends a tremor through her body. His hands, pushing her legs apart, yanking her dress upwards and across her stomach. She's given up on trying to control the tremors, allowing herself to be manhandled sends a gush of fluid out of her swollen pussy lips and splashes across his stomach.
Her lust-riddled mind hears a sound, not unlike the sound of a wild animal screeching, then through the haze she realizes that sound is coming from her. She can feel his cock brush against her soaked pussy, the sensations sending sparks through her, then the shock of him thrusting in with one stroke pushes her over the edge. Her body goes rigid, every limb and muscle taut, every vein bulging as the orgasm slams through her like a freight train. The darkness closes in as she slides into euphoric oblivion, vaguely aware of the distant roar and the feel of warmness flooding inside her.
Her eyelids flutter, the darkness lifts as she slowly begins to wake. She realizes she's lying on her side, that heaviness across her waist is his arm wrapped around her. His steady, rhythmic breathing a soothing sound to her. A smile spreads across her lips as she realizes his cum is leaking out of her. Now she remembers that distant roar, and silently giggles as she remembers the unmistakable sound he makes when he cums. She closes her eyes again, allowing herself to drift back into oblivion, when she hears the whisper in her ear and her heart flutters..."My girl".