Even while I was screaming at him, even while my voice was full of rage and hurt, my body was reacting to the way he was looking at me. The way he stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on me like he could see through my soul.
“What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back as he stalked closer.
He didn’t answer.
He just kept coming.
Something about him looked different. Off. His fingers were clenched, as if he was holding himself back. His eyes looked like ink, like they could swallow me whole. His face was set, jaw tight, chest rising and falling like he was fighting some internal war.
He didn’t look like Ryan.
Not the Ryan I knew. This man… this man standing in front of me wasn’t Ryan.
He was something else.
I gasped and tried to jump off the bed, but he grabbed my leg and dragged me back to him, his grip firm but not painful. As he pulled me closer, the blanket slipped off completely, falling open and exposing my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything except my panties-I hadn’t expected anyone to barge in. Certainly not him.
I tried to cover myself but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. I struggled, but his grip was strong, his body hovering over mine as if he was claiming every inch of me with just his presence.
Then he did something that made my whole world spin.
He dropped to his knees in front of the bed.
And he placed his face between my thighs.
ANNA’S POV
His grip on my thighs was tight, possessive, like he wasn’t just holding me open but holding me still, keeping me exactly where he wanted me, and then he dove in, burying his face between my legs like he couldn’t fucking breathe without tasting me, his tongue immediately finding my clit and sucking it into his mouth with this messy wet hunger that mode my entire body jerk off the bed, making me grab his head without thinking, fingers twisting into his hair as I cried out, loud, unfiltered, because it felt too damn good to pretend to be quiet.
“F-Fuck, Ryan-“I moaned, my voice breaking, and he groaned in response like my voice alone turned him on, like hearing me fall apart was the only thing he wanted tonight, and his tongue moved lower, licking through my slit with these slow, deep strokes before he pushed it inside, curling it up and thrusting it again, again, again, like he was fucking me with his mouth, and my hips kept trying to lift off the bed but he pressed me down harder, shaking his head as if he needed me to stay still, needed me right there so he could eat me properly.
My hands didn’t know where to go anymore, I went from pulling his head closer, to clowing at the sheets, then back to his head, then to his shoulders, my nails dragging down his back as I arched up and moaned again, louder this time, no filter, because nothing mattered except the way he was devouring me as if I was the only thing he’d been craving for years.
I was trembling, literally shaking under him, and I could feel it building, tight and hot and overwhelming, and I tried to tell him, tried to warn him through broken breaths, but he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, his tongue thrusting faster, harder, rougher, fucking me with so much desperation I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck-fuck, I’m coming-don’t stop-please don’t stop-“I begged, my voice high, crocked, desperate, and 1 come hard, legs locking around his head as everything inside me exploded, my vision going black for a second from how hard it hit, and still he didn’t stop.
He kept licking me, kept pushing his tongue into me as if he needed more, as if he wanted to taste my soul, and I could feel it dripping down, wet and hot and messy, and his mouth was covered in me, his lips, his chin, all of it, fucking drenched, and I couldn’t stop moaning his name, couldn’t stop clenching around nothing, wishing it was him inside me because I was so wet it hurt, so sensitive it burned, and he just kept going.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably around his head, my nails digging into his skin as I cried out his name again and again, almost sobbing from the pressure of how intense it felt, from how completely he had me unraveling under his mouth.
And then I felt another wave building and crashing before I could stop it, and I screamed, literally screamed as I come again, the release squirting out of me, splashing against his face with this hot gush that made my whole body jolt.
He moaned so deeply into my pussy as if he loved it, as if he needed that too, and instead of pulling bock, he fucking licked it up, his mouth open, tongue flat, dragging up every bit of it as it dripped down his chin, swallowing it like it was his favorite dessert.
He licked me clean, slow now, almost teasing, as if he was tasting every part of me with reverence, as if he wanted to memorize how I tasted on his tongue, and I couldn’t even speak, couldn’t even move, just laid there breathless and fucked out and shaking while his mouth stayed buried between my thighs as if he never wanted to leave.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was glistening, wet with my cum, his lips parted and red, his eyes wild and blown with lust as he looked up at me, and then, without saying a word, he ran his tongue over his lips, licking up every drop as if it was ice cream, slow and filthy and so hot I whimpered. wit
And then, still watching me, he stood up, his hands going to his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly…
And that’s when I realized he was just getting started.
ANNA’S POV
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor like it didn’t matter, and my eyes widened, my breath catching the second I saw his chest, so defined, so brood, so ridiculously muscular that it looked like every inch of it was carved just for me, like it was meant to make me feel small and powerless under him. And God, it worked. His obs flexed as he moved, and I found myself storing, my throat tightening as I followed the trail of veins down his torso until my eyes landed on the bulge in his trousers, hard, huge, straining against the fabric like it was ready to burst through, and I just froze.
I’d seen it before, I knew how massive it was, it hadn’t even fit fully in my hand when I gave him a blowjob, but now, looking at it again, knowing it was going inside me this time, I couldn’t stop the way my legs squeezed together or the way I gulped, nervously licking my lips.
“Will that even fit into me?” I whispered before I could stop myself.
His lips curved into this cocky, knowing smirk as he slowly unbuckled his belt, each movement unhurried, deliberate, like he wanted me to watch, wanted to torture me with the anticipation, and fuck, it was working. He slid his trousers down and kicked them off, standing there in just his briefs that were barely holding his erection in and then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, dragging the last barrier down.
My eyes widened, a loud gasp falling out of me as his cock sprang free, thick, hard, veiny, and easily over ten inches, maybe closer to twelve, standing tall and proud and already dripping at the tip. I swallowed hard again, my mouth suddenly dry, my body on fire just from looking at him. He grabbed it with one hand, slowly stroking himself while his eyes stayed locked on mine, and the sight alone made my thighs tremble.
Then he climbed on top of me.
“This will hurt a little, baby,” he murmured, voice low and deep, like a growl in my ear, “but I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I nodded, breathless, trembling as he leaned over me, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. The second it touched me, I gasped, my back arching off the bed as my body reacted on instinct, clenching, pulsing, desperate and scared all at once. It felt too good already, like heaven and fire wropped into one, but then he pushed a little more, and I whimpered as the stretch began, sharp and thick and unfamiliar.
It burned, but it also felt… good. Wrong and right. Terrifying and addictive. My fingers grabbed at his waist as my legs opened wider on their own, as if my body was begging for more even though my brain was struggling to keep up. A single tear slipped down my cheek without warning as I pulled him closer, needing him to keep going.
He paused, pressing a soft kiss to my jow while his fingers stroked my sides gently, his breath warm on my skin. That’s just two inches, angel. Relax a little for me.”
I nodded again, trying to breathe through it, and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me wildly, hungrily, as if he was trying to devour the pain and replace it with something else. His lips traveled to my neck, lingering there as he groaned deep and low like the taste of my skin was driving him insane, and then he dragged his mouth down to my collarbone, my chest, settling between my breasts as he kissed and licked, teasing one nipple with his tongue while his hand massaged the other.
I was moaning already, the pain dulling under the pleasure as he kept moving, slipping more of himself inside me so slowly, so carefully, but I could still feel every inch of him stretching me, claiming me, filling ports of me I didn’t even know could be touched.
Then, suddenly, a sharper pain ripped through me as my hymen broke, and I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips.
He froze for a moment, kissing my face gently as he whispered, “Look at me, Anna. I want to see you. Open your eyes.”
I couldn’t, my eyes were squeezed shut, trying to cope with the pain and pleasure all at once, but he didn’t give me a choice. He reached up, cupped my cheek, and gently turned my face to his. Then he went deeper.
My eyes flew open with a loud gasp, my mouth falling open as the full size of him filled me, stretched me to the brink, and he groaned, deep and guttural, his eyes dark and wild with lust, with something deeper too… something I didn’t recognize.
Then, in a voice so hoarse, so row, it didn’t even sound like him, he said it.
“I love you, Anna.”
I stared at him, stunned, my mind blanking for a second as those words settled in. He’d never said them before. Not once. And now here he was, balls-deep inside me, holding my face like I was his whole world, whispering that he loved me.
And I believed him.
He started to move then, slow, gentle thrusts at first, rocking into me, filling me over and over while my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms clung to him like I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was on fire, aching and buzzing and desperate for him, and he kept whispering against my skin, “Don’t close your eyes, angel. I want to see you. Let me see you while I make love to you.”
The pain had melted away now, replaced by this overwhelming pleasure that kept building every time his hips rolled into mine, every time his cock slid along my inner walls, dragging nerves I didn’t know existed. I was panting, moaning, shaking, losing control, and then I started begging.
“Faster,” I whispered, “Please, Ryan, go faster… harder… please… I need it.”
He groaned loudly, grabbed my waist tighter, and slammed into me deeper, harder, and I screamed. It felt so good I couldn’t stay quiet. My moans turned into cries, loud, filthy cries of his name and curses and desperate pleas.
“F-uuccckkkk, Ryan… yes… right there, oh my God, yes, don’t stop, please, don’t stop-“
He didn’t. He kept going, his rhythm faster, his thrusts deeper, rougher, as if he was trying to fuck every emotion into me, as if he was pouring everything he felt into each movement. My hands were all over him, scratching his back, grabbing his ass, holding onto his neck as I begged him to stay inside me forever.
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