by Nikki Chase
“Aren’t you going to thank me for the compliment?” he asks darkly before he lightly smacks my mound with his palm.
I gasp in shock, my fingers clutching onto the couch tighter. “Thank you.”
“Very good,” he says as he rubs my skin to soothe the stinging sensation. His smile grows wider. “You’re getting wetter and wetter, princess. You still like it when I hurt you?”
I nod.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asks. “I’ve fantasized about this for years, thought about having you all turned on and at my mercy.”
“Do whatever you want.” I know that’s exactly the kind of thing that gets his motor running.
“Good answer,” he says. “You deserve a reward for that.”
I mewl happily as Eli dives head-first between my legs. He takes my lips into his warm, wet mouth and laps up my juices like they’re honey.
But, true to his cruel nature, he deliberately avoids my clit, choosing to circle around it instead with his tongue.
“Eli, please …”
“You said whatever, didn’t you?” he asks.
“Yes.”
Eli inserts two fingers inside me. I’m so wet they meet no resistance at all and go in smoothly. Keeping his fingers straight, he slides in and out of me.
The temptation to move my hips grows stronger. If Eli moves his tongue just a little bit to the left, or if he shifts his fingers just a fraction of an inch up …
“Please, Eli. I beg you,” I moan.
“Please what? You said I could do whatever I wanted, didn’t you?”
“I did. You can still do whatever you want. Just … Please make me come. Please …”
In a low, velvety voice, he asks, “Do you want my dick?”
“Yes, please,” I answer with no hesitation.
“Okay.”
I bite my lower lip as Eli takes his mouth off me and pulls his fingers out of me.
I know Eli is a man of his words, but … He will make me come, won’t he? I really can’t wait much longer … I’m going insane with need.
Eli gets up onto his knees and straightens his spine, his hard, chiseled body towering over me as he lifts his shirt up.
I watch quietly as the line of dark fuzz coming out of his pants comes into view. Then, I see his glorious abs, as well-defined as ever. Then, his broad chest. His brawny shoulders.
Eli’s shirt goes over his head. He smirks as he catches me staring at him. The smug bastard knows he’s only whetting my appetite further.
“Keep watching,” he says.
My gaze follows his hands to the bulge in his pants. I stare, impatient, as he undoes his fly and pulls out his cock. His thick, rock-hard cock.
I swear I can almost see it throbbing.
Before I know it, I’m licking my lips at the sight of the glob of clear pre-cum that has gathered at the tip.
“Can I have a taste?” I add, “Please?”
“Maybe next time.” Eli chuckles. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Sure, that sounds great, too, I guess …
I moan with need when Eli’s hot shaft presses on top of my pussy lips. His skin feels like velvet. Aided by my wetness, he glides easily over me, his hips moving back and forth, teasing me to the point of madness.
Eli lets out a low, animalistic groan as he leans over me, his palms pressing into the couch on either side of me, making the cushion sink.
I watch as his eyebrows knit together and his jaw drops open. I try to stay still, but I can’t help lifting my hands to trace his skin with my fingers, feeling the ripples of his muscles underneath his golden skin.
As Eli presses harder against me and moves faster, I grab onto his biceps and tug him down. This feels amazing, and that’s exactly why I need more.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay still, princess?” he asks, staring me down.
“Yes …”
Eli grabs my breast roughly and pulls my nipple, hard. “Then, stay still.”
“Yes,” I say, biting my lower lip and whimpering from the pain, even as it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my center. “I’m sorry.”
“Good.” Eli lets go of my nipple and looks down to where we’re rubbing against each other. “I’d make you wait, punish you for moving when I told you not to. But, I can’t wait anymore, princess. I must have you.”
“Take me,” I beg him. “Please, take me.”
“I will,” he says darkly as he lines the head of his dick against my opening. “Oh, I will.”
I let out a needy moan as Eli pushes his dick inside me, filling me up. When he’s all the way inside me, his balls pressing up against me, all my waiting pays off.
Eli fits perfectly inside me, just the way I remember. As he slides in and out of me, he hits me right where I need him to.
I look up into his eyes. A part of me can’t believe this is really happening. But every time Eli slams into me, I jolt back to the here and now and I know I can’t possibly imagine this. Not even in my wildest dreams does it ever feel this good.
I wrap my legs around Eli’s hips. As the extra leverage grinds his cock even deeper inside me, I moan loudly, knowing nobody will hear me. My fingernails drag up his back as my body shudders with pleasure.
“Did I tell you to move, princess?” Eli asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“That’s right.” He grabs both my wrists and pins them down over my head. “Spread your legs wide.”
Eli doesn’t stop as I part my thighs, my whole body accommodating him while he fucks me. My muscles are tense and my toes curl as his heavy balls slap against my ass.
“Good girl,” Eli says. “Now, stay still and take it.”
I shut my eyes and throw my head back as Eli plunges his cock in and out of me with wild abandon. It’s all I can do. He’s so big compared to my body. I’m helpless under his control.
He slides all the way out, then drives his thick, hard cock all the way back in, grinding against me to go deeper as he does.
Even though I’m not allowed to do anything and Eli controls everything, his pace is perfect. He’s sending me into orbit with his thrusts.
Eli lowers himself, propping himself up on his elbows. Every time my breasts squish against his chest, I can feel the thin sheen of sweat on his body.
I can smell the scent of his effort, mixed with his natural musk. It’s the sexiest thing ever. If someone could bottle it and sell it, I’ll bet they’d make millions.
“You wanted to move, princess?” Eli asks, his voice ragged. “How about you ride me, huh?”
“Like I said, I’ll do anything you want me to,” I answer, punctuating every syllable with a gasp.
“Good girl.” Eli pulls out of me, leaving me empty. My muscles clench around nothing, and suddenly, I feel incomplete.
It’s crazy how quickly I get used to him; it terrifies me that he may leave me once he learns the truth about me. But, this is not the time to think about anything too complicated. I just want to surrender now and let my instincts take over.
Eli lays down on his back and pulls my up by the wrists. Then, he scoops my ass up onto his lap.
“Ride me, princess,” he says. “Fuck yourself with my cock. Go crazy.”
His words spur me on. I press my palms on Eli’s hard chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles underneath me, and straddle him.
Reaching behind me, I grab the thick cock pointing straight up, waiting for me. It’s slick, covered with my juices. I can feel it pulsing against me.
Suddenly, I get the intense craving for his taste. Or, more accurately, the taste of both of us, combined. I raise my hand up to my mouth and lick my fingers, making eye contact with Eli.
His lips form a lopsided smile as he watches me. He’s enjoying the show, I realize.
Even though he didn’t specifically order me to do it, I get off his lap and kneel between his strong thighs. If he wants to punish me for it, so be it. But, I need to taste him right now.
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bsp; Judging by the sexy groan he makes when I grip his shaft tightly, it doesn’t seem like he minds. I lower my head and lick the tip, then trap the spongy head between my lips.
As I take his cock in my mouth and work my way down, licking along the vein popping out of its shaft, Eli grabs my hair and surges into my mouth. I take his every thrust, my pussy clenching instinctively as he uses me for his pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re nasty, princess,” Eli says. “And, your mouth feels great, but I want to be balls deep in that pussy, so get on top of me. Right. Now.”
I look into Eli’s eyes as I get up and wipe my mouth, giving him a smile as I climb up onto his lap and lower myself down onto his dick, letting his girth stretch my muscles once again.
I grind against him, picking up my pace as my arousal builds. His cock massages me in just the right spots and my clit rubs against his pubic bone.
Before long, I find myself rocking against him with all I’m worth, moving frantically to keep up with my growing neediness.
This is exactly where I should be—in this cabin, on top of this big mountain man, letting him ruin me with his cock.
I roll my hips, going into overdrive. My breaths turn into gasping hitches. I scream as I impale myself over and over again onto Eli’s thick, hard cock, and I reach the precipice fast and hard. I press my palms against Eli’s chest to keep my balance as I lose my mind.
My pussy continues to throb as I come down from the top, slowly grinding myself against Eli.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he asks darkly.
Before I can answer, he wraps his fingers around my neck and grabs my hip with his free hand, moving me back and forth.
“I didn’t say I was done. You were being selfish, princess,” he says.
I can only moan and let Eli use me to masturbate himself, gliding me back and forth on his lap. I’m still so sensitive, my pussy still recovering from the orgasm I just had.
But, as Eli uses my clenching muscles to milk the length of his cock, I feel my pussy shuddering and quivering again, my clit aching as I let out a long wail.
Eli brings me to my second orgasm of the night, one as pleasurable as it is painful. Just like the calloused hand wrapped around my throat, restricting my air supply and making my climax more intense at the same time.
Eli thrusts into me until he reaches his own peak, even as my body locks up and my pussy throbs harder than ever before. He pumps into me and pulls me down with his strong, sinful hand as his thick, gooey cum floods my womb.
“Say you’re mine,” Eli groans. He lets go of my throat and puts his hand on my back, pulling me down until my head lays on his shoulder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Eli,” I say breathlessly as his cock continues to twitch inside me, marking me as his possession.
“I’m never letting you go. You know that, right?” he whispers.
I nod. “I don’t want you to.”
But, I think you will change your mind once you know I can’t give you what you need.
I kiss Eli’s neck softly, trying to let go of unpleasant thoughts. At least, for now.
Eli caresses my back. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that.”
Despite my destructive secret, my lips curl up into a smile.
We may not have much time. I want to savor every single moment.
We stay in each other’s embrace, Eli stroking my hair and whispering sweet words in my ear as his own breathing deepens.
As he falls asleep, guilt weighs heavy in my chest. I wonder if he’ll feel betrayed once I tell him the truth. Nothing will be the same, that’s for sure. But, I hope he’ll understand my motives.
I just … want to spend a little more time with him. That’s all.
I try to stay awake and remember every single detail. As I move the strands sticking to his high forehead, I memorize the texture of his hair and the number of lines on his skin. I record in my mind the way his skin feels on mine.
In the future, when he tells me to leave his side once again, these memories will be all I have.
Sophia
“You’re still here. It wasn’t a dream.” Eli wraps his arms around me, buries his face in my hair, and breathes in deeply.
“No, it certainly wasn’t,” I say in a sleepy voice. My body hurts because there’s such a small space on the couch, and Eli is so big, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. “I went to the bathroom before going to sleep, but your cum has been randomly leaking out throughout the night.”
Eli chuckles. “Well, cum tends to do that.”
“I’ve noticed.” I turn around on my side to face him.
I can’t help but smile when I see the way he’s looking at me, his eyes twinkling like it’s the most incredible thing in the world that I’m here with him.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Time for us to fuck again? Speaking of, when did you put your clothes back on?”
I laugh. “When did you put your clothes back on?”
“When I woke up and realized you were already clothed. Now, are you going to get naked again or what?”
“Don’t you have to pick up your niece or something?”
Eli’s smile spreads wider. “No. The school bus must’ve taken her home by now, and my mom was already waiting for her.”
“What are you looking at?” I ask, giggling as I grow self-conscious under his intense stare.
“You’re always thinking about other people. I love that about you,” he says.
I pause. “Love, huh?”
“Too soon?” he asks, his sharp gaze studying me as his hand rests lazily on my waist, his thumb stroking my skin under my shirt.
I shrug. “Don’t you want to … I don’t know, make sure you get to know me again before you say something like that? I could’ve changed.”
“Nah.” Eli gazes deep into my eyes. “I know you, Sophia. I always have. And, I love you. That’s never going to change.”
Before I realize what’s happening, tears spring quickly to my eyes and roll down my face, seeping into the fabric of the couch.
“Don’t cry,” he says, wiping my tears with his big thumb. With a confused frown, he asks, “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, you idiot.” I laugh as my tears dry on my skin. “That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” Eli grins.
I gaze into his eyes and find nothing but sincerity there. He’s not lying. He’s smiling again, like that has just become his default expression, even though most people know him as a gruff, unfriendly guy.
“What do you see in me?” I blurt out.
“Is that a serious question?” he asks. “Do you seriously not see how amazing you are?”
I shake my head. “Tell me. Tell me all about how amazing I am.”
Eli bursts out laughing. He pulls me close until my ear is pressed against his chest and I can feel his heartbeat on my ear. “Oh, I’m so glad to have you back in my life.”
It’s funny how few people realize Eli’s just a big softie. He’s a cuddly teddy bear—or at least he is to me.
“Are you going to tell me or what?” I ask playfully.
“I’m going to tell you exactly when I fell in love with you.” Eli strokes my hair softly with his big hands.
“There’s one particular moment?” I ask, surprised this has never come up before. I pull away to stare at Eli’s face.
“Yeah.” Eli looks into the distance, then gazes at me with adoration in his eyes. “I remember the exact moment. It was late in the afternoon. You were sitting on this swing in the park by your house.”
“Magnus Park?” I ask.
“Yeah. The sun was setting. You were crying into some tissues. I remember looking at you and thinking even your shadow looked long and sad.”
“It was probably a weekday,” I say.
“Yeah. After school. There was a backpack lying on the ground by your feet.”
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p; “So many details,” I tease him, trying to lighten the situation.
Eli just smiles.
It doesn’t sound like a pleasant memory so far. I was probably bullied at school and stayed at the park so my parents wouldn’t hear or see me crying at home.
“It was an important moment in my life. That was the one and only time I fell for someone,” he says.
“One and only time? You mean, this whole time, you—”
“Shh … I’m trying to tell a story.” Eli grins. “So, as I was saying, you were crying. And I … kind of felt responsible, I guess.”
“Because you knew Angela probably had something to do with it?”
“Because I knew Angela probably had something to do with it.” Eli pauses. “I was just passing by. I was on my way to work, you know, at the diner.”
I nod, remembering how he used to make me sweet, creamy smoothies while I was waiting for him to finish working.
Because his dad had passed and his mom was struggling to raise two kids, Eli decided to start working as soon as he finished high school, planning to go to college when he could afford it but the right time never came.
“I wanted to tell you it was going to be okay. You were a smart girl and you were going to college. It was going to get better as soon as you did.” Eli stops to look at me. “Did it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good to hear.” He smiles as he gazes at me. “Anyway, before I could approach you, a kid walked past you. He was crying, too. You saw him, and you stopped crying.”
“I don’t remember this.”
“Well, I do. You went over and talked to him. I couldn’t hear what you said to him, but he stopped crying when you took his hand. You picked up your bag and you both went deeper into the park. I’ve always thought you were helping him look for something. A missing toy, perhaps.”
“I can’t tell you. I really don’t remember anything like that,” I say.
“It happened. And, it doesn’t matter what you were helping him with. I just … I loved how easy it was for you to shrug off your own sadness to help someone else. It struck me how kind you were.”
A lump forms in my throat. I didn’t expect such a poignant answer.
Again, I joke, “Maybe I was part of a kidnapping ring, and I was delivering him to a human trafficker for money.”
