Blasphemous (Torn #3)(80)
I had an idea that she was going to be tight, but damn, I hadn’t expected her to be almost virgin tight. “Breathe, my love. Let me in,” I hissed when she started to pant and then started to ease up before she closed up again, compressing my cock to the point of pain. We were both heaving as I let her body get used to me. “Deep breaths. Feel me throb inside you. Feel it, Emma. It wants to posses you so badly.” My hand splayed out to grip both of her breasts while the other was busy making her wet. When she started to relax, I slowly pulled out and viciously slid inside her again.
Emma violently hissed against the glass, panting. “I forgot how you felt.”
I knew she was in pain, but I buried myself halfway deep in her before I stopped and started to kiss the back of her neck. “I love you.” I went on kissing her neck and continued on her earlobe before declaring it again, “I’ll always love you.”
Her stillness started to gnaw in my heart. Was this it? Was this the end of us? “Let me love you, Emma.” I placed my forehead against the back of her head, trying to breath because the thought of losing her again was too much to grasp.
“Kiss me. Show me how much you love me.” She moved her head sideways, reached out her hand and guided my head to meet her lips. My shaft was lodged inside her, growing as she moaned against me, writhing her hips for me to continue. Slowly, I made love to her body while our lips were inseparable and her eyes flowed with tears. I tasted her bitter tears as I kissed her, but they were my salvation.
“Do it, Bass. Make me yours again.”
Music to my soul. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.” It took her days to heal the first time we had made love.
My love only shook her head, undaunted. “You hurt me good, Bass. This slow lovemaking is great, but I need you to f*uk me like you mean it.”
Now, there’s my woman. “Damn. Did I tell you how perfect you are for me, Emma?” I bit her earlobe as I slowly pulled myself out of her and hastily took her to the balcony. “I have this thing with balconies now, with you naked,” I whispered as I kissed the outline of her spine, down and up again. “Screaming my name as you come,” I uttered before biting on her neck as I slid inside her wet, salivating pu**y. My hand reached around her hips and started to touch her clit, rubbing while I kept pushing into her cervix, ordering her body to get used to my size again until I was fully inside her.
“Baby, harder,” Emma panted, her hands pushed against the railing as she begged for more. “Own me.”
Own you, I definitely would.
She barely uttered the words out when I hammered her towards her orgasm, the beauty of London below, forgotten. “Bass!” Emma screamed until she couldn’t anymore. My hands were gripping, biting into her ass cheeks while I felt her orgasm around my shaft. “More. More!” Emma let out a frustrated groan when I pulled out, but that groan turned into a screech when the head of my cock stretched her anal entrance.
All breath left her as I slowly slid it into her tight hole, pushing and forcing my way in. “I love the way you scream my name, Emma.” I nipped on her neck as I pulled on her nipple, before I asked her the most important question; the one I’d yet to ask her. “Do you love me?”
“Yes, Bass, but this is not the right time for talking!” she hissed as I went deeper in her, pressing the engorged mushroom head past the narrow entrance, charging as it demanded her body get used to the intrusion. “Shit—shit it hurts!” She gripped the side of my thighs to stop me from moving.
“Trust me with your body, agape mou. Give it up to me,” I murmured, spreading her legs wider, while my hand left her nipple and went south to play at her wet entrance, playing with her clit in circles as my tongue teased her neck and ear, panting my hot breath against her when I felt more liquid come out of her pu**y. “I love your cunt, but your ass needs to get used to my cock, my love, because I will be using both all the time.”
She moaned when I bit into her flesh while she pushed her ass out, ready for me to stretch it. “I’m ready.”
“Do you love me?” I pestered again, moving gently until I got enough wetness to go deeper.
“Dude. Seriously? I just told you, I do.” Her annoyed tone was so adorable. Knowing how adamant she was to collect her orgasms right this instant.
I grinned as my cock inched deeper. “Say it.”
“For the love of God! I love you. I love you. I love you. Bass Cole, I love you so much. I love—”
Laughing at her frustration, I smacked her ass. “Okay, okay. I got that you love me, woman, calm down.”
She made an irritated groan. “It’s not funny. Now be a kind gentleman and finish me off in bed.”
“Kiss me, then I’ll put us both out of our misery.”
As for kisses went, Emma completely devoured my lips. Slowly, I pulled her body off the railing, moved inside towards the bed as we kissed, our bodies still connected. Once we stopped at the foot of the bed, I broke our kiss. “Don’t move, my love. I’m going to flip you over.” She opened her mouth to protest, but before she knew it, she was on her back, legs hanging on the sides.
“Push your knees towards the side of your breasts and hold it, can you do that?”
“Yes,” she said, biting her lip and following my request.
Emma. My love. How I worship you. My heart was bursting with elation and with illimitable love as I casted upon her.