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Greenhouse
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2024-08-31 01:15:52MILES
WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT
His honey-coated eyes cut to mine, dark with a question. A hesitation. A hesitation I didn’t want.
I needed him to want this. I needed him to take me apart, to drown me in something hotter than this constant emptiness. I needed an escape from my mind, a distraction from the crushing weight of reality.
A single moment passed before he crashed his lips into mine like a storm on a rampage. He tasted like beer and cinnamon, rough and raw against my tongue, and suddenly, nothing had ever tasted better.
This kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was primal. It was hunger.
His hands roamed my body, sliding down my curves before gripping my ass, yanking me forward, forcing me to meet the hard length pressing through his jeans. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, and he swallowed it whole, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip, sucking until it was sore.
I reached between us, palming him over the denim, feeling just how thick he was.
Fuck.
A curse rumbled through his chest, vibrating against me as his fingers worked open the buttons of my shorts. In one sharp tug, he shoved them down my legs, his hands slipping beneath my underwear, a groan slipping from his lips as he felt how wet I was.
I gasped, my head falling back, my body arching into him.
I didn’t realize just how much I needed this—how much I wanted to be wanted.
Gripping his hair, I yanked him closer, dragging him into me, desperate to feel more, to sink into this electricity crackling between us.
A low growl reverberated in his chest as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me blindly through the dark. I didn't care where he was taking me. He could throw me down on the dirt and have me here if he wanted.
He slammed me against a tree, and I gasped, pain slicing through my back as the rough bark pressed against my bruises.
"Shit," he muttered, adjusting quickly, gripping me tighter, turning on his heel, and stalking toward somewhere else.
I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the deep musk of sandalwood and bourbon, the heat of his body searing through my skin as I fisted his shirt.
He kicked a door open, the heavy creak of wood filling the silence before I was laid down onto something soft, something plush.
I blinked up, dazed.
Large, lush leaves surrounded us, casting shadows in the glow of the moonlight streaming through the glass ceiling.
"Where are we?" I breathed.
"Greenhouse," was all he said.
His hands went to his belt buckle, loosening it with slow, practiced ease as his gaze roamed over me. I barely had a moment to take in the expanse of green before his fingers curled beneath my chin, tilting my face back to him.
I shivered beneath the weight of his stare.
His voice was a low rasp, dangerous and intimate. "What kind of misery are you running from?"
The question punched through me, sharp as a blade.
For a second, I nearly told him.
But I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to feel.
I wanted to fuck.
So instead of answering, I spread my legs, hooking my fingers beneath my underwear and sliding the soaked fabric to the side, baring myself to him.
A muscle ticked in his jaw as his golden eyes dropped between my thighs, darkening with pure, carnal need.
He fisted his cock, thick and hard in his hand, dragging his palm slowly up and down his shaft. My mouth went dry.
I clenched at the sight of him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
"Fuck, you're impatient," he murmured, but there was something teasing in his tone. "You're not even gonna let me play with you first?"
"Shut up and fuck me," I demanded, voice breathless.
He chuckled darkly, rolling a condom over his length.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he murmured, lining himself up, the head of his cock teasing my entrance, "that smart-ass mouth of yours won’t know how to speak."
A desperate whimper escaped me as he slid himself along my folds, gathering my slick.
I was losing my fucking mind.
"Please," I begged. "Just put it in."
He groaned, gripping my hips. "Next time, I’ll take my sweet time with you," he promised.
Shlick, shlick.
"I’ll taste you."
Shlick, shlick.
"Make you beg like a dog in heat."
I shivered, my walls clenching around nothing. Next time? Cute. He thought there would be a next time.
I grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "You can have whatever you want. Just fuck me."
Something dark flashed in his eyes before he shoved me back down, ripped my underwear clean off, and slammed into me with one hard thrust.
I screamed.
The stretch was so deep, so full, I arched off the plush bench, my head falling back, my nails digging into his arms.
"Fuck," he groaned against my throat. "Tight little cunt is choking my cock."
I gasped, gripping onto anything, my brain short-circuiting as he withdrew and thrust again, deeper this time. My walls clenched hard, the feeling so overwhelming, so all-consuming that my vision blurred.
No one had ever fucked me like this.
Not my first time two years ago with the neighbor's son.
Not even my own damn fingers could take me from the numbness like this man did.
His pace was brutal, unrelenting, fucking into me like he had something to prove, like he wanted to carve himself into my body and make me remember him forever.
And I would.
His hands slid up my body, gripping my thighs before pushing my knees higher, forcing me open as he pounded into me, filling me to the fucking brim.
"So deep," I sobbed, body writhing, the pleasure so sharp it was unbearable.
"That’s right," he groaned, dragging his teeth along my jaw. "You're mine right now. No one else."
My head spun. My moans grew louder, higher, my body trembling as the coil deep inside me wound so tight it was ready to snap.
"I-I'm gonna come!" I gasped, pulling him closer.
He slammed into me harder, faster, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the greenhouse.
"That’s it," he growled. "Come all over my cock, sweetheart."
And fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck—I shattered.
The orgasm hit so violently my back arched, a scream ripping from my throat as my entire body convulsed. My walls pulsed tight around him, milking him for everything he had as pleasure burned through my veins, hot and unyielding.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Just divine."
Dominic ground into me with firm, steady plunges.
"Pull those tits out for me," he ordered, and I didn’t hesitate, yanking my tank and bra down, my breasts popping free.
"Fucking beautiful."
He leaned over, running his tongue over my nipple, and fuck—it felt so good I could barely breathe. My moans turned into cries as he fucked me harder, faster, deeper.
His hips stuttered, his groans turning ragged, and with a final, brutal thrust, he tensed, spilling into the condom with a deep, guttural moan.
We collapsed together, panting, bodies slick with sweat.
I laid there, staring up at the glass ceiling, watching the way the moonlight bathed the leaves in silver.
I didn’t have very many happy memories.
But this moment?
It would be filed away with the rest.
And that spelled trouble.
It was my last thought before I passed out.
River Audra Miles! You cunning girl. Nothing like a good old f*cking challenge. ;) xxx
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