Blood rushed in my veins. My mind teetered, my body burned and my heart pumped so hard, my ribs ached.

It all happened so fast, him choking me, now he was conquering my mouth with a subduing kiss that made my senses go black.

And I tried to regain my senses in his arms but my nerves were haywire. Nothing registered, nothing but the way his soft tongue slid in through the seam of my lips, taking possession. It wasn't pleasant or gentle, it was vicious and wild, explosive even, each plunge of his skillful tongue arousing a caged-up desire in me that I didn't want.

God. I didn't want to feel this way for him, I didn't want to feel this way for a man who disregarded and demeaned me at every turn but I couldn't fight the frivolous rush of pleasure attacking my core. I was pulsing with longing and need and I wasn't sure how long I could remain standing with the way he continued to abuse my mouth mercilessly.

I never thought a kiss could be this intense. He was like a savaged man who hadn't eaten in weeks. It was hard and unforgiving, and it wasn't just his lips causing ruin to me this time, It was his hands; they moved around my body, one digging into my hip, the other kneading my breast, squeezing my tits to the point of pain.

"Tristan." I managed between breaths. Oh God, how was I supposed to resist this? How was I supposed to push him away when he manhandled me like this?

Maybe that was what I needed. Maybe I just needed to fuck all my frustrations away. Hell, maybe I was a fool for even considering this, maybe...maybe I would regret this once my need didn't fog my reasoning anymore but I didn't care. I wanted this. I wanted to lose myself.

Just once.

Shameless with need, I cupped his face and pulled him to me, returning his feverish kisses with a ferocity that shocked us both.

Everything blurred into a sensation at that moment; the warmth of his hand as he continued to paw my flesh, the delicious fervor of our dueling tongues, the rough grounding of his hips against mine. I still couldn't register what was happening between us but I didn't care. I was just too greedy to care. I wanted this.

Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms, making me yelp into his mouth.

Undeterred, he dragged me away from the wall and tossed me on the cold mattress.

My little dress was shoved up my body and over my head in an instant and my cheeks boiled with heat when he slipped his fingers underneath the band of my shamelessly soaked thong and yanked it down my legs.

I was wet for him, embarrassedly wet. He knew it, I could tell by the way his eyes darkened at the sight of my damp thong that he knew exactly how he made me feel.

He tossed it aside and towered over me and my throat went bone dry when he started to work his pants free and shuffle it down just far enough to allow his distended cock spring free.

Sweet baby Jesus was he massive and pulsing.

My jaw dropped. The muscles deep in my belly clenched and my already racing pulse leaped faster. How was that going to fit in me?

I wasn't a virgin, but I hadn't had sex in a very long time and even when I did, it was with a mid guy, this one looked like it could rip open a portal inside my womb.

He grabbed his cock, stroking himself in front of me. My toes curled at the sight. Moisture beaded the slit, making me even hotter inside. He moved forward, his eyes fixed between my legs as he knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling me to him.

His shaft brushed my entrance. I gasped.

"Tristan wait, I-"

My words suddenly died in my throat when he held my knees and surged forward, thrusting his cock deep inside me.

I screamed.

Holy fuck!

I placed my palm on his chest, wanting to push him away but he grabbed my hand and seized both my wrists above my head.

My back arched. I cried out in pain. I wasn't prepared for this. The backs of my eyes burned with tears. Even though I was wet, It hurt, God, it hurt so bad it felt like I was losing my virginity all over again.

"Tristan." I strained against his grip, sobbing at the burning pain. "Please I can't."

But he pushed another inch, going deeper, stretching me wider.

"Ow! Tristan! Stop!" I squealed, trying to tilt my hips away but it only made his cock slide in deeper. Oh God. "No, please stop you're hurting me!"

He suddenly stopped.

The room fell silent.

He released my wrists and pulled out of me. "What do you mean I'm hurting you?"

"You're too big." I breathed out. "I haven't done this in a long time."

"How long?" He demanded, looking down at me with all seriousness. "Tell me."

I bit my lip, watching him. His chest heaved, his eyes were dark and hooded. He looked like a man ready to devour. "You don't need to know."

"Sienna." He warned, his voice thick. "How long?"

"Twelve months..." I whispered shamefully.

His brows arched. "Twelve months?"

My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. I groaned. How do I explain to this man that my boyfriend and I had a very rocky sexual relationship? "Just let me get used to your size, okay? Maybe make me cum first or something."

A long anxious moment passed as he stared at me. I couldn't read him, I couldn't tell what he was thinking and it bothered me because I didn't want this to end. The silence was deafening, thick with suspense. "How do I do that?"

"Do what?"

His gaze returned to between my legs. "Make you cum."

Heat crawled over my skin. "I don't know." I licked my lips. "How do you usually make your women cum?"

"I don't."

His words hit me like a storm.

I blinked in confusion. "You don't?"

He lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I don't care to."

Huh?

I didn't know why I was finding his words hard to believe. "You don't try? Not even with your fingers or mouth?"

"Oral sex is not my thing. I don't fancy getting my tongue dirty."

Woah, what a prick. My body warred between being offended and being turned on at the same time. "You really need to fix your arrogance, it's wounding your sense of reasoning."

"I'd rather be arrogant than naive."

I snorted. "I am not naive."

"Yes, you are."

"You're wrong, I'm not-"

"Enough talking." He suddenly cut me, pushing my knees apart again.

Every muscle in my body went tense. "Tristan wait."

"We can do this, you're wet enough." With one hand holding my legs apart, he positioned himself at my entrance and entered me, slowly.

I clutched the sheets, hissing.

God, fuck.

Did he get harder? He was way bigger than I thought.

And he was pushing inside me, feeding me his broad head.

"You're so tight." He grunted, his breath a hot caress on my skin. "And so wet for me. You've wanted this, haven't you? For me to fuck you like this?"

My walls involuntarily clamped around him. "No, I've not."

"You're a bad liar."

I started to open my mouth to protest but he flexed his hips, shoving himself to the hilt inside me without warning.

I screamed.

"That's it." He withdrew all the way out and slapped his thick cock on my clit. It wrenched a moan from me. He rubbed his cock on my folds, smearing my wetness, then he was back inside me again and this time, it didn't hurt, it felt good, so damn good that I bit hard on my lip to cage in my pleasure-filled moans.

I didn't want him to know I enjoyed it even if my body practically melted at the way his cock surged in and out of me, forcing me to accept and respond to his every rough thrust.

"So hot." His words were as rough and hard as his penetration. "Look at you." His palm moved up my chest and he cupped my breast, kneading roughly as he increased the speed and pressure of his thrust. "All you needed was that stubbornness fucked out of you."

My stomach clenched. I blinked back my tears and stared at him. He was panting, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. His shirt was growing damp.

I flexed my hands. I wanted to touch him, to run my hands over his chest. I wanted to feel him but he wouldn't let me. "Take off your shirt, let me touch you please."

"No."

"Why?"

Ignoring me, he grabbed both of my legs and threw them over his shoulders and I couldn't contain the loud moan that broke out of me the moment he slammed back harshly into me again.

Holy...

My whole body cried out in blissful agony as he buried himself deeper than I could ever think possible.

"Oh fuck." He felt even bigger this way and he was pumping into me even harder now, each powerful flex driving me several inches up the bed. There was no tentativeness, no gentleness. His hips were like a piston. He was fast and brutal, pounding into my helpless body with need.

"Do you love it?" He rasped.

"Yes." I choked, spellbound. "Yes."

His nails dug into my skin. "You love my cock?"

My eyes watered. I tried to keep them open; to watch him as he took control of me. "Oh, God, yes, Tristan."

He gave me another hard thrust. "Of course you do, you're fucking gripping my cock like a greedy whore."

My eyes near rolled to the back of my head. I was so full, that it ached deep in my gut. When was the last time a dick made me feel this good? I felt everything; how his thick cock burned into me, filling me out entirely, slipping in deeper, hitting all the right spots, causing the tension gathering inside me to veer nearer and nearer to an explosion.

His hot breath quickened. "Fuck," He sounded like he was in pure pain. "Fuck, Sienna, tell me who's fucking your little sweet cunt."

I couldn't hold back the sounds that flew from my mouth. "You are!"

"Fuck." He swelled even more. "I'm gonna cum so hard in this pussy."

Current sizzled through my veins and a spark went off in my body. I never knew sex could feel this amazing. My veins burned. Every swift pump of his body primed me for detonation. With his big cock hitting a deliciously sensitive spot within me and the sinful sound of skin slamming wetly on skin filling the air, my pussy was clenching tighter and tighter, threatening to explode.

When he leaned over me and suddenly stole my lips, the tension tripled. I gripped his shirt, screaming into his mouth, "Oh God, don't stop, I'm...I'm!" Pleasure rushed through me rapidly. I couldn't hold it in. The tension gathering inside me exploded and I convulsed, coming so hard I saw stars behind my eyes.

"Ah, fuck." Tristan hissed, his thrust turning as erratic as his breathing. "Fuck." He buried his face in the crook of my neck. "Fuck, Sienna." He hissed one more time, and with one last brutal thrust of his hips, he stilled, ejaculating his warm semen so forcefully into my walls that it made a dark realization hit me right at that moment.

He didn't use a condom.