A need for Donovan.

A need unlike any other I’d ever experienced.

I scrunched my fingers in his hair and pulled hard.  His head shot up and he glared at me.  A hungry glare that challenged me to stop him from what he wanted to do.

“I need you to fuck me now,” I demanded.

He continued to glare at me, his mouth wet from my pussy, and then he moved.  Like a wild animal stalking its prey, he moved over me.  I throbbed with excitement.

Yes.

When he’d moved half-way over me, he grasped my neck and yanked me to a sitting position.  My heart beat faster at the raw desire I saw on his face.  “We need to get one thing straight,” he growled, tightening his hold on my neck.  “When I’m in the middle of fucking you with my mouth, you don’t interrupt.  You can have my cock, but it’ll be when I decide it’s time.  Do you understand?”

I’d never had a man speak to me this way during sex.

I needed more.

“And what happens if I do interrupt?”  I challenged him, wanting to know how far he would take this.  Needing him to take it much, much further.

His brows rose, and the vein in his neck pulsed.  “You really want to push this?  I’m not sure you’ll like where it goes.”

I struggled to breathe as he squeezed his fingers a little harder around my neck.

Yes.

My pussy danced with delight.  Staring hard into his eyes, I nodded.  “Yes, show me who you are, Donovan.”

He uttered a string of words I couldn’t make out and raked his free hand through his hair.  It seemed like he was weighing something in his mind, and then, suddenly, he let me go and moved off the bed.  He strode to where his jeans were on the floor, scooped them up and grabbed a condom out of his wallet.

I held my breath.

Waiting.

Watching.

Coming back to me, he stood at the end of the bed and watched me while he ripped the foil packet and put the condom on.  He climbed onto the bed and moved to where I was.  A moment later, he’d flipped me onto my stomach, his hand had gone around my waist and he’d pulled my ass up into the air while I rested on my hands and knees.  He knelt behind me and ran his hands over my ass, gently to begin with and then more roughly.  I pushed myself back against him, desperate to have his cock, but he had other ideas.  He kept one hand on my ass while the other one grabbed my hair into a ponytail and yanked my head back.

His mouth came to my ear.  “You might regret knowing who I am.”  His words and his warm breath on my skin made me shiver.

“Never,” I breathed out, welcoming the pain his grip caused.

He growled and bit down on my shoulder.

Hard.

I screamed.

He bit harder.

Fuck. Yes.

When his mouth moved from my shoulder, I wanted to demand he bring it back.  However, he kept giving me what I craved when he thrust hard inside me.

No warning.

No more foreplay.

One hand pulling my hair back, one hand clawing at my ass, and his cock ramming into me over and over.

This man was made for my pleasure.

He moved me closer to my release with his rough fucking, and just as I felt myself tipping over the edge, he pulled out, let go of me, and flipped me onto my back.  His movements were fluid and fast; for a man of his size he had a surprising agility.

I stared disbelievingly up into his eyes as he straddled me.

I was so close.

He shook his head and silenced my words with his finger over my lips.  “This is what you get when you drag me away from your pussy.”

Oh.

His eyes moved to my breasts and he bent his face to my chest so he could suck and bite my nipples while he massaged my breasts.  His hands slid down to my hips, and he shifted so he could kiss and bite his way down my body, ending at my inner thighs.

His punishment was both maddening and exquisite.

I wanted him to stop.

I needed him to keep going.

He spread my legs once again, looked up at me, and asked, “Will we have a problem if I finish what I started?”  His voice had that growly quality to it that was like a shot of pure ecstasy in my veins.

I shook my head, and he grunted his approval before burying his face back in my pussy and setting me on fire with his tongue.  I lay back and didn’t dare complain.  Not because I didn’t like his form of punishment, but rather I didn’t want to delay having his cock in me any longer, and I knew I wouldn’t get it until he’d gotten what he wanted.  And it seemed what Donovan wanted was to get his fill of my pussy first.

It didn’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm, and I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his head as it hit.  He didn’t waste time once I’d come; he prowled back up my body until our faces were centimetres apart.  I’d barely had time to open my eyes, and I blinked to focus.  The untamed look in his eyes spoke straight to my core.

It was time.

Finally.

I expected him to thrust straight in, but his unpredictability was fast becoming his signature move.  He moved fast again, pulled me up, and flipped me around so I was on my knees facing the headboard of the bed.  His hands grasped mine and he positioned them so they were gripping onto the top of the headboard.  A moment later, his front pressed against my back, and he murmured against my ear, “Your cunt is so fucking tight this might not last long.”

My pussy clenched.