Wickedly Twisted

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Cara

Every inch of my body is on fire like cold lightning rolling down my skin.

He goes faster, f*****g my face, and sliding his fingers in and out, and it's slick and lovely and wet, and I'm drooling down his shaft. I have to pull back as I come, shaking and trembling, getting off for a second time, for the first time in my life, and I'm blinking away black spots as he kneels between my legs.

"Good girl," he whispers. "You've done so well."

"Eros," I say and laugh stupidly. "What the f**k? Did I just come twice?"

"You've been so pent up, haven't you? I can see the frustration in you. I can almost taste it on your p***y. You've been carrying a lot inside of you, asteraki mu, but I will help you release some of it tonight."

My mouth falls open and I stare into his eyes.

And he's right, god, he's right. I've carried so much inside of me, so much pain and rage and fear, so, so much fear.

So much regret.

But I believe him, right here and now, I believe Eros when he says he wants to help me.

He wants to relieve me.

He wants to take my burden.

He wants to f**k me.

"Birth control," I choke out.

His eyebrows raise. "Birth control?"

"I'm on birth control."

"That's good to know," he purrs.

"Help me," I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. "Make me forget."

He slides his massive c**k, still slick with my spit, deep between my legs.

It rips into me. Pleasure and pain war in my mind. My back arches, but he's there, big and strong Eros, kissing my neck and talking in Greek, and I have no freaking clue what he's saying but I don't care. I'm a puddle of drooling bliss and I keep cursing and saying his name as he f***s me, nice and slow at first.

But a man like Eros, he won't be gentle forever.

I buck my hips as I get used to his size. He takes me then, pleasures me, basks in my body. Licks my n*****s, bites them hard, laughs as I squirm, and keeps f*****g me deep and hard. He's glorious and shining, and I can't tell how long I last, but soon I'm coming on his massive c**k, coming for a third time and I think my brain might melt from all the endorphins.

My muscles relax and I feel lighter when I'm done.

"Good girl," he says again and kisses me. "Very good girl, asteraki mu, but I am not finished with you. Not yet, not even close." He turns me on all fours, legs spread wide. I feel filthy and beautiful and free for the first time in my life, and he f***s me like that, a wild animal taking his prize. I moan for him, I whisper for him, I tell him to f**k me like he's never f****d before, I beg for him to fill me to the brim. There's no tomorrow, nothing beyond his moment. I let myself go completely and live second by second.

He comes and I throw back my hair, gasping his name.

We lay tangled in the sheets. I'm curled against his massive chest and he's breathing slowly, his hand moving down my flank, feeling my ass, stroking up along my spine. I shiver and tilt my chin up and kiss his stubble-covered neck.

"That was—" I start, but there are no words.

"That was a good beginning."

I let out a shocked laugh. "Uh, beginning? I'm pretty sure you just ripped me in half, big guy."

"There is more champagne, asteraki mu, and you are still in my bed. I don't see the sun yet."

"But—" I don't have any words for his insatiable beast. I only laugh, feeling giddy and crazy as he pins me down on my back. "Whatever you want," I say.

His smile is sin and heaven all at once. "My favorite words in the world."