Page 62 of Stand: Part One

My hips rose as my body stretched to accommodate his size. It had been months, and it certainly fucking felt like it.

“Relax, Jaden.”

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, letting my hips fall and focused on relaxing my muscles, somehow allowing him to slide in even deeper.

“If you can make it through this,” he said, his smooth voice laced with a subtle warning, “and show me how much you want it, I’ll amp up your recovery program and get you walking on your own again.”

I tried not to freeze in place at his words, but he’d just offered me the only thing I’d wanted for the past six weeks. Walking in the pool and the ocean was nice and all, but I had been ready to hit the ground running a long time ago.

“Today?”

“Today,” he confirmed with a nod.

There was nothing to consider. I could take him all fucking day if I had to. I was getting out of this goddamn bed. Today.

I didn’t even bother with a verbal answer. Just wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me, pressing my lips to his in a rough kiss.

On a growl, he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth just as his cock slid out and back in on a powerful thrust.

Darren swallowed every one of my moans as he moved inside me, his lips traveling along the side of my face and down my neck, where his teeth grazed against my skin.

Running my hands down his back and arms, I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch. With every thrust he made, my body moved with his, easily following his lead as waves of pleasure began to build in my core.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he straightened and wrapped his hand around my neck, holding tightly as he began to plow away at my pussy.

My nails scratched along his skin as he cut off my pulse and air supply, my body far too enamored with his cock to give a single flying fuck about it.

I could feel my walls clenching, an eruption building with each hard thrust he made, until he switched angles and zoned in on my G-spot.

I screamed as the orgasm overtook me, the release of my throat allowing it to last and last as the oxygen and blood flow crashed through my depleted system.

I hadn’t even recovered yet before Darren was dragging me by my hips toward the edge of the bed.

“Wait,” I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

Please don’t break me. Please don’t break me. Please don’t break me.

Darren smacked the underside of my ass in warning. “I’m not done with you yet,” he snarled as he pulled my knees up toward his hips. “Wrap your legs around me. If you drop them, the deal is off.”

I grimaced at that.

Well, what the fuck.

Standing over the bed, Darren leaned forward so I could obey his command and lifted my legs to hook my ankles together at his back. It felt easy enough at first, but when he started to really fuck me, I found myself immediately struggling to hold on.

Darren rocked back and forth, my legs clinging to his every move as he pushed my wavering strength to the brink. But I refused to let go. Even as his cock coaxed another orgasm into existence, the pleasure building, making it harder and harder to hold my legs up.

Desperation forced my hands to my knees to keep them in place, the growing strain becoming too much as the tension increased. But Darren refused to allow me the assistance and tore my wrists away to pin them against the bed above my head. I groaned in frustration at the unfairness of it, the fear of failure amplifying the tremors running through my limbs. If he would just make us both come already, I could make it through this.

“Darren, please,” I begged, giving him the desperate, sexy little whine I knew he loved, pressing my chest into his so he could feel my eagerness. I pulled out every stop, giving voice to all my cries, all my moans and whimpers, anything to egg him on and end my suffering.

And the bastard saw right through it.

Placing my wrists in one hand, he used the other to clutch my jaw, holding it tightly as he turned it to face him, all the while tormenting me with deliciously slow, hard thrusts.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled down at me, the dark edge of his voice sending another surge of liquid heat to flood around his cock.

I struggled to find the words until he switched angles again and hit me right where it counted, drawing an outburst of uncontrollable cries for mercy. The man was a goddamn architect of sadistic proportions, building up my need just so he could torture me with it. Each thrust made my entire body ripple with an undeniable need that instantly begged to be quenched.