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TWENTY-FOUR

POOR PICTURES

Natalie

The wind whipped around us, and I shivered as Theo quickly unlocked the front door.

We were inside in a second, but the chill in the air felt like it had already burrowed bone deep. I didn’t have time to think about the cold, though. Theo pushed open the door and stepped to the side so I could walk in first.

The house was thankfully warm, and I turned to say something as he walked in behind me. The door shut, the lock clicked in place, and the heat of his body was pressed against my back. Every thought faded from my mind and was easily replaced by him.

He ripped my coat off and tossed it somewhere behind him as he urged me forward with his large, commanding frame. His hard body pressed against me, and he pushed me forward until my hips were flush with the table right inside the door. With one firm hand in the middle of my back, he forced me lower until my cheek was pressed against the surface. All of the photos propped on the table fell and clattered against it. The commotion was loud in the otherwise dark and silent house.

His hand on my back slid higher until his fingers twisted in my hair and pinned me in place.

My dress was short, but in that position—leaned over the table with my ass in the air—it was completely indecent. He flipped the bottom of it over my ass, exposing the cheeky black lace underwear I’d put on with him in mind.

His grip in my hair tightened, and the pain made my cunt throb with hope that he’d fucking touch me there soon. Reflexively, hoping for some relief, I pushed my ass back as much as I could.

One skillful and precise finger slid underneath the fabric at the curve of my ass and brushed tenderly against my skin. The soft touch was so suddenly different from his harsh, determined movements that I shivered.

Like he was admiring the lace, his finger brushed back and forth, up and down. And with each pass, he grew closer and closer to my pussy.

His fingers suddenly disappeared, and I began to whine at the loss until they reappeared between my legs. He dragged his thumb down the obvious wet spot on my panties, and my eyes rolled back when he pressed against my clit. He didn’t move, but the pressure was enough to make me buck backward again.

“Did you leave a wet spot on the seat in the theater?” His voice was low and gravelly, and I barely heard his question over the sound of his belt loosening.

I forced air into my lungs over and over again, each breath fogging up the table beneath me. The hard surface was as unforgiving as Theo’s grip on my hair. And it was all I wanted.

I squirmed against his hold, and he tightened it like I knew he would.

“My little pervert. My little exhibitionist. I bet you loved every second of that, didn’t you?” He pushed my panties to the side and ran his thumb down my slit.

Between moans, I somehow managed to say, “Yes, but so did you—” My words were immediately cut off when he slammed his cock inside of me in one quick thrust. All of the breath escaped my lungs, and I cried out at the sudden intrusion.

“ Fuck ,” he moaned as I clamped around him. He steadied himself, and my body quickly accommodated his size. Fucking every day didn’t do much to help; he still felt huge inside of me, and the toy in my ass only made him feel that much bigger.

Ever so slowly, he pulled back, but my inner walls squeezed around him like my body was unwilling to let him go.

He withdrew completely, and I braced myself against the table. His hips snapped forward again, and waves of euphoric pleasure crashed over me. Again and again, he fucked me into the table. My hips met the edge, and I knew I’d be bruised, but all of it was too carnal for me to care.

Behind me, Theo said something, and I was trying my best to focus on what it was when the toy came to life. The vibration was low, but it was enough to light every one of my nerve endings.

“Yes, that’s so good. Tell me how good it feels, Nat.”

I opened my mouth to agree, but all that came out was a desperate whimper.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. Your body tells me everything I need to know about how much you love being filled and fucked.”

The vibration continued to increase until I was clawing at the wall and the table. Pictures fell to the floor, the sound of shattering glass mixed with the melody of our combined moans, but I didn’t care.

Suddenly, Theo’s hand was at my throat, and his other arm was around my waist, hauling me off the table and back against him. We were both still fully clothed, and for some reason that made it all the hotter. That we couldn’t wait long enough to rip our clothes off was just proof of how desperate we were for one another.

“God, I can feel the vibration,” he said between thrusts.

I moved all my hair to one side and tilted my head so he had full access to my neck and mouth. Fingers pressed against my jaw, he turned my head and captured my lips in a punishing kiss, nipping my lower lip and exploring my mouth with his tongue. That perfect piercing at the tip of his cock brushed inside of me, and I ground back on him, fucking him as much as he was fucking me.

His lips were replaced by his fingers, and his eyes bored into mine as he traced the outline of my mouth. Then he slipped two of his fingers between my lips and shoved them deeper until I gagged. His thrusts grew more measured as his fingers fucked my mouth.

“So fucking full,” he muttered.

Tears sprang to my eyes, and my hands fumbled for something to hold onto. One hand reached behind me and gripped his ass, pressing against the fabric of his jeans and silently willing him to keep fucking me just like that. My other hand wrapped around his wrist, and I let myself fly over the edge.

Full was right. I’d never felt so full or so totally consumed. My orgasm shot me higher and higher until I was spiraling back down, free-falling into oblivion. I cursed and cried out around Theo’s fingers, tears streaming down my face and my cunt clamping around his cock. My ass even tightened around the toy, letting the incessant and strong vibrations ratchet the pleasure higher.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck ,” Theo moaned into my ear. And I was sure I was going to drag him over the edge with me, but somehow he held off.

He pulled out of me and spun me around. His eyes devoured my face quickly, and then he licked and kissed away the tears still staining my cheeks. My hands found their way under his shirt, and my nails clawed down his abs.

He took my bottom lip between his teeth, and I dug my nails in deeper. His muscles jumped and tensed under my touch. He sucked in a sharp breath and reared back.

“Upstairs. Now .”

I immediately turned on my heels, my dress falling back around my thighs as I strode farther into the house and began up the stairs. Halfway to the top, I heard Theo’s boots thud against the steps. The sound made me move faster. My heart raced as I pushed through my bedroom door and unzipped my dress in the same motion. It dropped to the floor in the doorway, and I easily stepped out of it.

Loud steps still chasing me, I didn’t turn back until I heard the door close.

Left in the black lace matching set and my strappy black heels, Theo stilled in the middle of the room. His eyes raked over me, and I shivered at the desire and hunger reflected back at me.

Somewhere along the way, he’d shed his leather jacket and his black shirt, displaying the tattoos covering most of his upper body. Tattoos I’d spent hours studying and memorizing. His jeans were unbuttoned, and his boots had disappeared. My hands itched to touch him, and I stepped forward the same moment he did. Instantly, he ate up the space between us and fitted his hand around my throat.

His mouth slammed down on mine, and I quickly pushed his jeans and briefs down his legs. Without breaking our kiss, I reached between us and wrapped both of my hands around his hard cock. I pumped him hard and ran my thumb over the head, smearing the thick bead of precum down his shaft. The manly groan that emanated from the back of his throat vibrated through me. I tightened my hold and teased the piercing at the tip.

“Fuck, Natalie,” he murmured against my lips. I smiled at hearing the awe in his voice and slipped my tongue past his lips again. In the next breath, he pushed me back until my thighs hit the edge of the bed, and I tumbled on top of it. My heels fell to the floor as my back hit the comforter, and I released a surprised breath.

He ran a hand down the center of my body—his touch was soft and reverent—while his eyes stayed fixed between my spread thighs. His thighs were poised between my legs, pressing against them to keep me spread open. His fingers glided down my panties, and all I wanted to feel was him inside of me again.

“These are pretty,” he said, pressing a finger inside me through the lace fabric. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

My brow furrowed, and I looked down just in time to watch him easily rip them from my body. I gaped at him and swore when I remembered the price tag. But watching him rip them from my body all because he didn’t want to move from between my legs, that was priceless.

He gripped his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip between my lips. He spread my arousal up and down and teased my clit with the cool metal piercing. My hips moved of their own accord, and the smile he shot me was laced with every devious, depraved desire tumbling through his head.

“There you go, rub yourself on my cock while I tell you what I want to do with you.”

Unable not to, Theo held himself still while I did exactly as he instructed. He didn’t begin speaking right away, instead watching me pleasure myself with only the broad head of his cock. And every time I tried to notch him at my entrance, he shook his head and tsked like I’d broken the rules.

“You may be a horny slut, but you know how to listen,” he chided, and embarrassment heated my skin. I contemplated stoking the fire, but I was more curious to know what he had to say than I was eager to wind him up. At least for now.

“There’s one last place I haven’t fully explored yet. I want to replace this little toy with my cock. I want my mouth, my hands, and my cock to have explored every inch of you, both inside and out,” he said, pressing the wide base of the toy with his free hand.

A strange nervousness and excitement hummed through me. He had used his hands and his mouth back there on more than one occasion. but we hadn’t graduated to his cock. But god , did I want it.

My safe word sat at the back of my mind just in case I needed it. I knew I wouldn’t, though. I wanted it. And it was overwhelming how much I trusted him. How all my nerves disappeared when he gazed down at me. All I could manage was a weak nod and a hissed, “Yes.”

“That’s my good little whore. You don’t care where it is as long as you get my cock, right?”

Another nod, and he gripped my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. I planted my hands and pushed up onto my knees as he rounded the bed and retrieved the lube from the bedside table and a towel from the bathroom. My body was trembling with anticipation by the time he returned, and he smoothed a hand down my back.

“If you ever want to stop, you have your safe word. If you want to slow down, tell me,” he instructed.

“I will.”

I lowered my chest down onto the bed and spread my thighs, pushing my ass higher. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and peered up at him. His expression was unreadable.

There was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but his eyes were slightly narrowed. As quickly as it appeared, his expression morphed, and his eyes dropped to my ass.

I heard his hand connect with my skin before I felt the sting of the slap.

“Oh, fuck ,” I cried and buried my face in the blankets as he landed another smack on the opposite side. Sharp pain bloomed over my skin, and he gripped me hard.

“I love when your skin turns red. It’s my favorite color.” He smacked my ass again and smoothed his palm over my tender skin. “And your moans are my favorite sounds. The way you smell is my favorite scent, and my favorite view is your face contorted in pleasure when you come.”

“Then make me come again.”

I took a deep breath and glanced back at him again with a smile. He returned my smile and landed another smack in the same spot as before.

He quickly unhooked my bra and said, “Happily.”

He pressed against the base of the toy, and the pressure inside of me intensified for a moment. I’d actually grown comfortable with it inside of me, and when he pulled the toy free, I was suddenly empty.

But he didn’t make me wait long. The click of the lube bottle was followed by the press of his fingers against my ass. I was prepared for the sensation, but that didn’t keep me from tensing up. Theo felt it the moment my body went rigid and stilled. His fingers continued to tease my hole as his other hand brushed against my ass, gripping my hip and massaging lightly.

“Take a deep breath and relax for me,” he murmured, and I did as he said. “There you go, baby. Let me in.”

I took a deep breath and let every intrusive thought filter from my mind. I focused on his touch—both on my hip and my ass.

“Such a good slut. You listen so well.”

He eased two thick fingers inside of me, and I barely felt the stretch. The toy had prepared me for more and he slipped a third finger in only a minute or two later.

I groaned and fisted the blankets beneath me. He pushed deeper and twisted, stretching me wider and readying me for his cock. That thought—that his cock would soon replace his fingers—made me clench around him.

And eventually the burn and the stretch morphed into something good. He scissored his fingers inside of me, and my hips pushed back, meeting them.

“Fuck, Theo,” I mumbled through a moan.

He withdrew his fingers from my ass, and I heard the lube bottle again. I looked back long enough to watch him massage the liquid over his length. The head of his cock notched at my ass, and he slowly breached the tight outer muscles. With another deep breath, he pushed inside another inch.

“That’s it, take my cock. You’re doing so good.” His voice was gravelly and low, like he was barely hanging on to the little restraint he still held.

His dick was so much bigger than the toy or his fingers, but I leaned into the pain and every other sensation. I focused on the way he held me, on every place we were connected, and how right it felt while he guided his cock inside me.

Another inch and then another, and finally I felt his hips meet my ass. It felt like an eternity before he was completely sheathed inside of me.

A string of curses left his lips, and both of his hands grabbed my ass, spreading me wider. I imagined him staring down at where his cock disappeared inside me, where my ass stretched obscenely around him. And I had no doubt that the awe my mind conjured was written across his features. I loved how dirty and depraved it all felt. And how I was completely at his mercy.

“Beautiful. Tell me how it feels.”

“Big. And so good,” I said immediately, and he chuckled. He still hadn’t moved, and I knew he was allowing my body time to get used to him.

His hold on me tightened, and I leaned forward, putting my weight on my forearms, before easing back and impaling myself on him again. It was a different, deeper stretch, but slowly the burn dissipated and pleasure had taken its place.

I repeated the motion, bouncing back onto him, and he groaned. His palm connected with my ass, and I clenched around him. He did it again, and I mumbled a plea for more into the sheets.

“I knew you’d love my cock in your ass. My pretty little slut takes it so well in every single hole.”

He set an unrelenting pace, pounding into me with enough force I knew I’d feel him for days. With each slap of his hand against my ass or the side of my thighs, I grew closer to a climax I knew would alter everything.

He soothed my tender skin and reached around until his fingers found my swollen clit. His body draped over my back, and the warmth of his toned, muscled front seeped into me. His thrusts grew deeper and more measured as his fingers played a perfect rhythm between my legs.

Theo buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I barely caught the words he pressed into my skin. They were mumbled praises that lit me on fire.

“ Fuck , my perfect little slut. My perfect girl. I love… Fuck, I love…”

I thought how much I loved the weight of him on top of me when he was suddenly gone. He pulled free from my body, and I couldn’t feel him at all.

My attention shot over my shoulder just in time to feel him grip under one of my legs and effortlessly toss me onto my back. I exhaled a breath and watched him drip more lube on his hard and angry cock.

He lazily stroked himself from base to crown, eyes devouring my naked form as his fingers found my clit again. I gasped and forced my eyes not to roll back in my head. He groaned at my reaction just the way he groaned when I wrapped my lips around him for the first time. Like giving me pleasure was just as intense for him as it was for me.

He stepped forward, eyes never leaving mine and notched his crown at my ass. He pressed into me achingly slowly, yet the small circles he drew over my clit were targeted and quick. The perfect pressure and the perfect recipe for my ultimate undoing.

His eyes shuddered when his tip breached my tight hole once again, but he quickly recovered, his gaze finding mine. “Reach down, hold yourself open for me.”

Eagerly, I pulled my knees to my chest and gripped my ass, stretching myself open. His smile was reward enough, and the humiliation that followed was only icing on top of the cake. My nails dug into my skin yet I held on until he collapsed on top of me. The stretch and fullness were freeing.

Slow, deep strokes were paired with an intense clashing of our mouths. I took his unruly, curly hair in my fingers and pulled enough that his breath caught in his throat. He gave it to me harder, and my back bowed with the power behind his movements.

“Such a brave girl taking such a big cock.”

He pressed higher onto his forearms and snaked one hand between us, finding my clit again and rubbing relentlessly. My thighs shook, and I could barely hang on.

“Do you want to come with my cock in your ass?”

“Yes!” My answer was somewhere between a moan and a scream. The intensity of it all pressed down on me enough to make me feel like I was going to explode.

He brushed away a few stray strands of hair that stuck to my sweat-slick face and muttered against my lips, “Beg, then. Make me believe that you want it.”

“Please,” I gasped. “Please.”

He shook his head and slowed his fingers and hips. I barely heard him ground out, “Not good enough,” over my frustrated groan.

I didn’t mind begging, and better yet, I loved what it did to him to hear me beg for something we both knew only he could give me.

“Please, Theo. It feels so good. Please fuck me so good that I have to come around your cock. Please, please make me come.”

And my begging must have been sufficient because he resumed the intoxicating rhythm on my clit and pounded into me so perfectly that I cried out immediately and shattered in waves and waves of release. My entire body shook as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Falling was so easy when he was there to hang on to.

Seconds later, he followed me over the edge. I palmed his face as it contorted in blissful ecstasy. His whimpered moans blanketed over me, and I tried to catch my breath.

His forehead connected with mine and my fingers trailed down his tattooed neck and chest until my hand flattened against his frantically beating heart. The pace perfectly matched mine.