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Rebecca had lain awake in her room, unable to feel anything but the echo of his eyes on her from when they'd spoken earlier in the day, his long fingers making her wet with just the barest touch along her forefinger.
She knew he was bad news. Everything in her screamed it, but she also knew he would fill that deep empty place within her. The part that always strived for perfection, had to because the world couldn't see or edify any of what she had and would accomplish.
But he did...
-She, a petite black woman striving for a career that gained her the visiblity and respect, the world would happily deny otherwise.
Peter is rough around the edges, but also ambitious in his way. Escaping the stigma of having grown up in the estates, and so much trauma, that irreparably handicapped his ability to love healthily, normally; his rough accent a tell just as much as his ability to see her own struggle to move past the prejudice.
He knew that she was far above him, a precious little thing who soared above even the high-class set who thumbed their noses at him, as much as they would use him. And yet she didn't thumb her nose at him.
She's too sweet and pretty, so pretty... and he'd never wanted anything so much in his life.
The possessive he greed felt... Her smile, her skin, her smell... He wanted to gather it all in and chain it down, before she'd ever get wise to just how unworthy he was to have her, show her "love" in the only way his fucked up mind knew how... Turn her out. The users granted him that bit, at least, the knowing that he was pretty too, well-formed for carnal use.
He would fuck her until she'd become addicted to what only he could do to her.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, and licked his lips, stubbing it out before his feet carried him to her door.
His heart pounded in his chest and he was trembling a bit... a mix of excitement and fear of her turning him away. But she opened the door and they crashed into one another. He easily hefted her one-armed, -slamming the door shut with the other, and fell into an all-consuming kiss... eat her up, devour her....take-take...
Eager as they both were, buttons popped and seams were stretched beyond recognition as they endeavored to rid themselves of their garments just enough to fuck... He reached his long fingers down to find an entrance already slick and ready and as hard as he was, he would oblige her. Only stretching her panties aside, he arched so his length kissed her there and then eased her down onto him, his hands palming both her cheeks.
Her legs and feet fluttered as he pushed and filled her.
hot. tight. wet.
He huffed a low raspy "-fuck." before he began moving her to his liking. His thick thumb pressed the hood of her clit as he fucked her hard and deep, shuddering her entire body with each thrust.
She hitched and gasped and allowed herself to be wrecked by him, the size of him just this side of almost uncomfortable...But the stretch, the fullness the sloppy sounds, the feeling of him so deep, so deep is what she needed...
Fuck it all away. All the dignity, all the respectability she wielded in her day-to-day ambitions.
Just use me up.
God, she knew it would be good...
He steered her towards the bed, keeping her tethered and tossed her onto it. He took a moment to rid her and himself of the rest of their clothes, tugged her to the edge of the bed and took her in... Huffing harshly, his eyes narrow slits, he touched every inch of exposed skin he could find...as if to mark all the places with hands... Neck, arms, nipples, stomach, slit...that he lingered at and toyed with....running a long finger along her slit, spreading her and coaxing more of her juices to flow...
His mouth soon followed the same path, before returning to her cunt, sucking and finger fucking her thoroughly.
Rebecca came on his face twice, before he spread and folded her beneath him and pushed his length inside again while she was still twitching from her last orgasm.
She looked up at him from her position... --trapped, he has me trapped beneath and wide open for him-- at his come slicked mouth, and watched the moonlight shine in his heavy eyes...still so greedy for her.
He leaned in and planked over her body arching in a way so they both could see the thick straining length of him ease into her body until he was flush.
He lowered himself down to his elbows so her face was framed between them and kissed her, licking and sucking at her lips and tongue, as his grinded into her, flexing and she felt him at her womb. He pulled up and slammed in her flexing in deep. She screamed into his mouth with her third climax.
There was a deviousness to the way he watched her when she came that third time... Like he'd tipped her over a point, had gotten her. A lusty spark in his eyes, a quirk of the lips.
He hadn't come yet.
"Peter..." She insinuated her palm between them, managing to push enough to show that she wanted him on his back...
Once there... she looked at that still hard and straining member and closed her hand around the base.
She smiled sweetly up at him and closed her lips around him....taking more of him than he would have ever thought possible.
He uttered a surprised "-fuck me." before his head dropped back and his eyes rolled up.
She let go of the base of him held his hips, urging him to fuck her mouth.
Finally she felt that tightening, his body bowed and stretched like a piano string...
"ah, Becs..." warmth came and came in spurts and she swallowed it all and heard him hiss through his teeth as he gently caressed her flushed cheek.
"Oh, you're a good girl." He praised darkly.
After, tidying, showers, and slumber.... Peter became like a constricting vine wrapped around her tiny form, and she didn't feel like the trapped creature she now was...but secure in the arms of a man who saw her and would do anything for her.