Typhon

Chapter 22

Rylee~

I was able to grab a random pillow just in time to scream into it. Not even undressed, Stone plowed his entire length into my body, and I could only thank God that I'd just cum. He would have torn me if I hadn't just climaxed moments ago.

This wasn't making love.

It wasn't coupling.

It wasn't even having sex.

This was fucking, plain and simple, and I'd never been fucked before. I'd had sex, and I'd even made love a time or two. However, I'd never had a guy fuck me with no regard to foreplay.

Sure, making me cum earlier could be considered foreplay, but where was everything else? This felt like a punishment, but I was too far gone to stop him. I was too caught up in what his touch did to me. I was too caught up in the aftermath of the orgasm that he'd given me. I was too caught up in the chemistry that I had put too much faith into.

I knew that I should have demanded answers, or at the very least, an apology for dumping me unceremoniously, then dragging me back to his room. However, sex always had a way of making people do stupid things, and I was being extremely stupid right now.

When Stone had kissed me, even though it had lacked the affection that all our other kisses usually had, I'd still felt that heat in my blood that I'd only ever felt with him. I imagined that it was the same kind of chemistry that made you cheat on your spouse or start a war over.

It also didn't help that my entire body felt as if Stone was splitting me wide open. I'd known that he was sizable from that day on the couch, but I still hadn't been prepared for his invasion into my body. He was stretching me painfully, but oh, so deliciously. His grip on my hips was also becoming deliciously painful, and I'd never understood the pleasure and pain concept before.

However, I understood it now.

Then, just when I started giving myself up to what this was, one of Stone's hands latched onto the back of my neck, then pinned me to the mattress. It was the most intensely erotic thing that anyone had ever done to me. With nowhere to go, my body was forced to take each powerful thrust of his body, and the discomfort from the way that he was bottoming out inside me was threatening to distract me from the pleasure that he was also inflicting.

"Christ," he grunted from behind me. "You're one hot fuck."

Was I?

I wanted to ask because I wasn't doing anything. I didn't feel like I was doing anything but taking what he was giving me. I was pinned to the mattress, my ass up, taking his grueling punishment. I wasn't doing anything but surrendering to his control. Was that what he found hot? Was that what turned him on? Was rough sex-no. Was rough fucking what he was into? Still, no matter what he was into, I couldn't deny my body's surprising reaction to these newfound sensations.

With my head turned to the side, so that I wouldn't suffocate into the pillow, I could only moan through the pleasure/pain that he was inflicting. "Oh, God..."

"I can't believe how tight your pussy is," he growled, and there was something wrong somewhere in there, but I just couldn't quite wrap my mind around it with the way that he was slamming in and out of my body.

"Stone..." I whimpered, but there was no way that I was going to ask him to stop. I could feel the beginning sensations of an impending orgasm, and all I could do was embrace it.

"You like that dick, Rylee?" he asked, and the filthy things coming out of his mouth were just intensifying those oncoming sensations. That was another thing that I'd never experienced before. Sure, I had asked for it harder. Sure, guys had told me that it was good. Sure, I had cried out that I was coming, or my partner had cried it out. However, I'd never had filth flood my ears while being fucked like a whore.