For awhile I massaged him with my mouth.

He guided my head by loosening the pressure than lightly pressing me back down. One time he went to far and I tried to object but realized that it only pressed him further into me. He gave a pleasured snarl and began jutting into my throat. Uncontrolled.

Finally, I could take no more and lurched off him. Rearing back and angrily wiping my mouth. Glaring at him vengefully.

"What are you going to do, Pretty? Glare me to death. You're the one that made the deal...Just remember that."

"Not much of a deal."

"Oh..." He made a fake sound of sympathy. "You were awful quick to offer it when your Gram was on the line, now weren't you?"

I hated that he was right.

"Now hop up top." He caught himself and waved it slightly.

I eyed him in horror. "I don't know how."

"Lift up." He gestured with his head toward my hips. "And I'll show you."

I straightened and slid up on my knees until I was hovering over him.

He greedily caught my round hips, massaging his fingers into the soft skin. Giving an appreciative half-smile.

"All of you has been made to welcome a man. Can't wait until I'm stuffed inside." He nodded toward the nest of my sex.

I felt my cheeks heat, unbearably.

He lined me up over him.

"Now lower." He said huskily.

I swallowed, steadying myself as I looked upward. Praying for strength as I began to relax my thighs and ease myself down and back toward my heels. I felt the sturdy jutting of him, aligning with my crease. I jumped up a little at the contact.

His grip became biting as he slowly pushed me back down. Flexing his ass and stroking forward and back as he massaged my entrance.

The feeling was shockingly pleasant. At first it felt a bit rough but was soon smoothly gliding. Then he leapt up, pushing beyond my entrance.

I hissed through my teeth and lifted some, but he caught me before I could go far. Holding me steady for him as he did tiny thrusts, working further into my body. Pervading the soft hollow in the center of my body. Rising beneath my pelvis. Making the pressure feel as though it was going forward, back and opening both sides until my hips stopped the stretching.

He tugged me down further until I was fully nestled atop him.

"Ah." He groaned in pleasure. "You do feel better than a summer day."

"Mmmhmm." He moaned, satisfied. "Now ride me. Hard."

I gave him a confused look.

He worked my hips forcefully forward.

I gasped as I felt pressure deep into my second entrance. Making me feel like he was interrupting the mouth of my very womb. Stealing my innocence.

He pushed my hips back and then changed the angle of his hands to yank me forward. Making me stroke along his length. He growled. Leaning up to watch where we joined. Seeing him delving further into me then retracting. "Now that's a pretty sight."

"What?"

"Me fucking your pretty little pussy, Sweetheart. Owning your body. It's at my disposal right now. Bringing me pleasure." He pressed me forward and back faster. He angled his head back as he felt the rising pleasure. "Making my flesh feel good. Deep, deep inside you. And soon I'll rise and spill seed into your core. And you'll take it. Like my dutiful little hole."

His wicked words made me shiver. I cried out. Feeling my body cinching around him. Clutching at him wildly. My body became rigid, and I was panting as I fought the wild waves of something I didn't understand clawing through me. Making everything inside feel tighter and tighter. The necklaces around my neck and resting along my collar seemed impossibly cool. My skin goose bumped and I realized I needed to get off him before I exploded.

Fearing what would happen if I didn't, I reared off him. Rolling off to the side and trying to fleet toward the door.

As my hand caught the handle, his arm circled around the front of my hips and hauled me backward. Jerking me in a half circle to bend me over the foot of Gram's bed. Folding my chest across the top.

"Have it your way." He growled. Kicking my feet apart with his before he entered me brutally.

I cried out and clawed at the blanket. Already feeling the hint of soreness fighting him. Making the inside of my body want to close enough he couldn't make entry. Instead it just made it fist around him. Fighting to keep him inside, making him drag through me. The tip of him unable to come out fully as my body gripped him.

Then he'd grunt and lurch his pelvis forward, immersing himself fully back into me.

Making me clutch the coverlet harder.

"You should've just let me spill into you." He was leaned over my back. His chest smashed against my skin so he could speak nearly into my ear. His hands gripping my wrists to keep me pinned to the bed while he rocked forward and back. In and out of me. Making my body rear forward with every rough stroke. "I was so close."

He paused to give a long growl of ecstasy. "And so were you."

He worked the steady rhythm. The bed creaking beneath me. My breasts sliding along the rough wool. My hips pinned where they were by the heavy footboard. Feeling him cramming into me like a root taking hold, only to draw out and then force in again.

He released one of my wrists to catch a fistful of my hair. Pulling it back to keep me steady for his penetrations. It made the clicking of my beaded necklaces more pronounced as they jangled together.

The sounds of his pleasure were nearly animalistic pants.

My thighs shook as that familiar tension was climbing through me. Making my legs tighten, spread open as they were. His bruising pounding against my tender lower lips was somehow making his piercing seem even more intense. I could feel his body pinning every inch of me.

Making me completely vulnerable to him.