Page 61 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
He grips my hips hard enough that I gasp, yanking me into him, forcing my legs to spread around the hard, unyielding planes of his body. He hesitates for the briefest of seconds, but then whatever demons are holding him back, he banishes them.
The tip of Crown’s cock pushes against my folds, demanding entrance. In our reflection, I see his face, commanding but not unkind, tainted with … I don’t know, that special thing that makes Crown, Crown. He wants to love. Unlike me, he still believes in the possibility of romance without pain.
Just … I don’t know if he believes in the possibility of us.
Crown slides into me with this agonizing slowness, like he’s savoring the moment, committing it to memory, marking this passage through time with an exclamation point.
“You’re so tight,” he breathes out, thrusting hard and deep until he bottoms out inside of me, until I can feel him pushing the edges of my limits the same way he did with my mouth. He’s just big enough that he could hurt me if he weren’t careful, but not so big that he can’t get all the way in if he works me just right.
So that’s what he does, grips me by the hips and fucks me slowly at first, working up his speed, his depth, until I’m taking all of him. His balls slap against me as I groan, dropping my head as pleasure courses through me. I’m so full right now, full with Crown. With Calder.
“Calder,” I breathe, and he pauses, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my head back so that I’m forced to look at him in the reflection again. His eyes, they blaze. Something about hearing his real name seems to do it for him, and he wraps my hair around his fist, riding me like I’m his motorcycle, like we’re flying through the dark with nothing but headlights to guide our way.
“Your hair,” he says, pulling harder, rubbing his fingers against the dark strands. “It’s so soft. So fucking soft. I’ve always wanted to pull it, Gidge. For two years now, I’ve dreamt of this moment.” Crown tightens his grip and I groan, biting my lower lip as the sensations in my scalp mix with the feel of his hand on my hip, the thick, hard length of his cock buried inside of me.
“Calder.” I say it again, just to see his reaction, just to feel him squeeze me harder, pull my hair harder, fuck me harder. Crown rides me as I watch, sweat glistening on his tattooed chest, that tousled hair of his sticking to his forehead, his full lips swollen from our kisses, surrounded by chocolate stubble. “Calder, Calder, Calder.”
Each time I say it, the intensity ratchets up. I push my body back against his, slamming my ass into his pelvis, taking every inch of him inside of me. His cock strokes that fire, turns it into a raging inferno that blazes through me, making my muscles quiver, my elbows weak. I can barely hold myself up anymore, but it doesn’t matter. Crown keeps me there with his grip on my hair, forcing my back to arch, forcing me to give him exactly what he wants.
It’s such a relief to know that for right now, tonight, I don’t have to worry about anything. I give myself to him, let him fuck me so hard that tears prick the edges of my eyes, the beginnings of an orgasm making my lower belly muscles clench tight. I’m clamping down on him with my cunt, so hard that he has to force his way in, that he has to make space for himself.
The feel of his hard body, the rough brush of hair on his legs against my scarred ones, the way he murmurs my name over and over again, that pushes me to the edge. My body locks down so hard that Crown grunts, and I dig my fingernails into the rug so intensely that they hurt. I don’t care what I look like as I shudder and quiver, drenching his cock and balls with that honeyed sweetness that Grainger couldn’t get enough of.
Crown releases my hair and I collapse to the rug, panting and shaking and sweating.
He slides out of me, and I cry out, but then he’s lifting me into the air and cradling me against his chest. The world seems to blur around me as he deposits me on the bed, climbing between my shaking thighs and looking down at me. He says nothing, moving over me and sliding into my aching cunt yet again.
This time, he takes me as hard and fast as he wants, no limits, no warm-up, just fast and frenzied fucking. His body is a comforting weight, pressing me into the mattress, making the old bed groan and creak. Crown grabs the edge of the headboard for leverage, slamming his hips into me, his muscles tightening as his breathing deepens and grows more ragged.
