Page 30 of Broken Souls

I ride him on ragged pants despite the pain in my cervix, trying to give him whatever he wants. Whatever heneedsin this moment, so he can step back from the edge urging him to jump. To run away from the relationship cornering him on the ledge.

I know he’s just running scared, so uncertain with what it means to love someone so much, it’s terrifying. He needs reassurance that this isright, that this relationship isn’t scary despite the big leap we’ve just taken – bonding before we’re even married. Before we’ve even known each other for a year.

So I hold on as he uses me. Punishes me. Hates me for making him feel this vulnerable, for breaking through his walls and seeing him in all his rawness.

His hands squeeze my hips tight. He lifts me up. Slams me back down.

And then he’s coming inside me on a roar of emotion that squeezes at my heart and lungs and throat.

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.

He brings his head down and kisses me. It’s rough. Wild. Desperate.

I kiss him back, my tongue dancing with his, letting him feel every inch of me to know that I’m not going anywhere. That I’m here. For him. For us.

“I love you,” I murmur.

His lips rub against mine. Our breaths mingle.

Then he pushes me off him and says, “Run home, little monster.”

I hesitate for the barest of seconds, watching his face, but then I’m gone. Running through the woods on shaky legs that drip with his cum. I reach a hand between my thighs, then bring it to my lips. Sucking his taste off my fingers, I moan.

The snap of a twig behind me makes my pulse jump. The sound of him chasing me makes me hot, and I wonder if I can even make it to the house. Or if I’ll collapse in a heap of arousal and exhaustion, my lungs no longer willing to suck in air.

But soon, the house comes into view, and with the last drop of energy I can wring from my tired legs, I run up the side of the building below his room, latch onto the ledge of his window, and pull myself up onto it. My core clenches as I balance on an inch-wide ledge, the anticipation of a fall making my adrenaline spike. But then I’m pushing up the window, having unlocked it with my magic, and rolling inside Varius’ room.

I barely make it back to my feet when I feel him behind me. His arms wrap around my waist and lift me. Pivoting, he throws me onto his bed.

I bounce, my jaw slack as I pant, my eyes hot on his toned, naked body standing in all its glory in front of me. My mouth waters. My chest heaves.

And then he’s on me, shoving my thighs apart as he buries his face between my legs.

Arching on a cry, I grind against him as he eats me out. Wrapping his hands around my legs, he rolls onto his back so I’m above him. I sit down all the way, riding his face until I’m quivering in pleasure. Then he lifts me off him and spins me around. One thick forearm on my back pins me to his stomach, my face right in front of his throbbing cock.

I reach forward and grab it. My fingers can’t reach each other, he’s so big. But I squeeze him tight and lean forward as much as I can without coming off Varius’ mouth. My tongue flicks out along his head, tasting him for the first time.

He groans into my pussy, and the vibration of it causes me to gasp. Moving his arm up from my waist to the back of my head, he guides me onto his cock. I take as much of him as I can, but just his tip is stretching my lips too much. I gag around his head, and he jerks into me, sliding past my lips to go even deeper.

I struggle to breathe as my saliva runs down my chin to wet his balls. But I don’t stop, bobbing and jerking my head, trying to please him as he pleases me.

His tongue flicks between my lips, building me up until I’m close to coming again. Wanting him to be inside me when I do, to connect us in that most primal of ways, I wiggle my hips in a request for him to release me. To let me move.

His hand on the back of my neck applies more pressure for another few seconds, and I take him as deep as I can. Then he’s releasing me, and I’m climbing up his body until my pussy is hovering over his cock. Grabbing the thick-veined beast, I rub it between my lips, which are wet with my arousal and his cum and saliva. He slides against me. His hands squeeze my hips, urging me on.

Holding him tight with one hand, I slowly lower myself down on his cock until I’m fully penetrated, fully his.

Moaning, I start to ride him. He’s inside me so damn deep. My hands on his knees, I lift myself up and down his gorgeous cock. His fingers dig into my hips as his breaths come out faster behind me. My pants growing shallower, I squeeze my eyes shut as pure ecstasy courses through my body.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good inside me,” I pant as my thighs tremble from the pleasure. My fingers squeeze his knees as the entire area where we’re connected becomes soaked with my arousal. “I love your cock so much.”

Shuddering, I squeeze my pelvis muscles, gripping him tight. I’m so fucking wet, I’m sliding up and down him in a sloppy mess. I groan every time he hits me just right.

“Fuck, baby, fuck me harder,” he groans as his fingers knead my flesh. But he doesn’t force me. Doesn’t move me himself. He waits for me to do it. To listen. To obey. To give him my submission.

Whimpering, I fuck him harder.

And harder.