Hollywood Zenith

Chapter 497 Planned?-4*

Chapter 497 Planned?-4*

" It's fine, love; I will be gentle." He smiled and tightened his grip on my hips. But he switched it up at the last second; he leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly,

"You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be." He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point.

His eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no defying his will, and I knew there was no way out of this. I didn't ask why he was doing it, but whatever he was trying to do was working.

After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling.

"Good girl."

Before I could ask, he captured my lips and thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap, and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately.

He grunted deep in my throat, his body shaking above me. He broke the kiss, drawing a sharp breath and cursing, "God, you feel so good..." He kissed my lips again, completely enveloping them, making it like a straw I could gulp.

I winced at discomfort on his first heavy thrust. It's been a few days since we did it last time, and it's hard getting adjusted to his size if he was rough from the beginning. I felt like I was being split in half, but the pain started to fade after sucking on his tongue for a while.

He kissed my neck firmly, pulling away briefly enough to apologize.

"I'm sorry, love... I can't help myself, seeing you at my mercy. I.." Seeing him like it, I realized there was something off; only one solid question was in my mind. "Is it all inside me?" But I couldn't see how we were hugging each other.

He moved his hips again, and I could feel it moving in me. He slowly moved his hips back and forth, pulling out a little and then going back in. It hurt at first, but it soon felt good like before.

He was still shaking. He murmured, "You're so tight... God damn..." He did pick up the pace.

Whenever he pulled out, I felt a strange kind of emptiness that was soon relieved after he surged back in, gyrating his hips.

He knew all my sensitive spots after he hit a susceptible spot inside me, and I moaned again, wrapping my legs around him as he moved within me. He grunted under his breath and pumped faster, harder. It felt so good inside me, and I soon wanted him to fill me more, get deeper, go harder.

I struggled against the sheets, binding my arms down, and he lifted a hand and ripped it off my hands with ease. Even I didn't want him to stop due to stupid restraints, but at this point, they were hurting a lot with his heavy body directly above mine.

As I had my arms again, I wrapped it around his broad shoulders. My hands roamed over his smooth, muscular back.

He repeatedly hit that spot inside me, and my nails dug into his warm flesh. He cursed sharply and pinned me, thrusting inside me harder.

My back arched, and I cried out ecstatically as he stroked over that spot. I started lifting my hips in time with his thrusts, hearing his thighs slap against my ass as he buried himself inside me.

He began to furiously fuck me at that point. I didn't remember much other than that I writhed and moaned, mewled, whimpered, and groaned beneath him; the way he was taking me rough, to say the least, but it was adding fuel to the fire in my core.

"Fuck! Mayra!" | clawed his back as he stroked over the deepest spot inside me, my eyes nearly rolling back up into my skull.

Moving as fast as lightning, he gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, staring into my eyes with a new intensity.

He slowed his thrusting and stopped; I groaned in frustration and tried to grind my hips to get friction inside me. He leaned his weight onto my wrists a little, capturing my attention ultimately.

"Listen to me, Mayra." He growled out, his muscles trembling. He began punctuating the words with his thrusting into me, "You. Belong. To. Me." One of his hands gripped my breast again, and he loomed over me. His voice grew more intense.

"You. Are. Mine!" I moaned as his words called up a strong desire in my soul, my orgasm, as he explicitly called it, building within me.

"Say it!" He ground his hips hard against me, driving his point home. I cried out as he hit me deeply inside. He squeezed my breast hard.

"Say it! Who do you belong to?!"

"You!" He thrust inside me again.

"Tell me who you belong to!" I groaned, my belly tightening dangerously.

"I belong to you!" With that, I came and nearly shattered into a million pieces. I almost screamed from the intensity, a grunting sound rising in my ears, and my mind completely incoherent as the tides of hot pleasure crashed over me.

I only remembered his curses and broken sentences. "Oh Fuck... You're so.. Tight... So damn good.. Urghghh"

He kept moving inside me, prolonging my already high orgasm. I found myself blacking out again. I always liked it when we did it together with Kayla, but this was special. His attention was unbroken throughout the whole thing, like we were the only two present!

He slammed into me one last time, holding still. I felt something hot erupting within my walls and flooding my tunnel; it felt good.

I barely opened my eyes and discovered he was staring intently at me. The spurting inside me continued as he leaned down and kissed me deeply.

The kiss lasted a long time, neither of us wanting to stop. Finally, he broke the union of our lips and spoke softly.

" I am sorry I got carried away." He was still inside me when I moved on top and laid on his chest, feeling his fast-beating heart. I knew it was hard for him to be satisfied with one round, which was perfect as I felt him pulsate inside him while he caressed my hair lovingly.