Chelsea was fucking anyone, it certainly wasn't me,” he said. “And I really don't care either way. Maybe she made up with that
kid
.” He shrugged.
Leaning toward me, Preston stroked the side of my face with one finger. I sniffled as my gaze met his. "I never meant or wanted to hurt you," he said. "She won't be here forever. Okay?"
I gave a hesitant nod.
"Melody, who do you think I love?"
"I don't know."
"You. I love you and
only
you." Preston's mouth grazed mine. Then he withdrew and our gazes locked. He was making me drown in those hypnotic eyes.
He reached for my shoulder, nudged me flat against the mattress. He followed my descent as his lips tasted my neck, cheeks and forehead, creating warm tingling trails across my skin. Then he kissed my mouth, practically devouring. I yielded to his soft kisses; yielded to his hands as they explored my outer thighs, stomach, breasts.
While kissing me, Preston slipped his body between my legs. His thighs forced mine apart. I whimpered, knowing what he planned to do. Knowing it still terrified me. This time, however, I wouldn't say no.
"Oh, Melody," he whispered with quickening breaths. "I love you." His mouth and tongue continued tasting, kissing my throat and up to my earlobe. "Oh, Melody. Let me make love to you. Let me fuck you. I wanna feel you come on my cock. I'll
make
you come."
Wetness flowed to my vagina as my body prepared for Preston's sex. The allure of his words, his touch and kisses sucked me right in and made me ready. Ready to accept his taut, hot cock.
Preston clutched my wrists with one hand, and raised my arms until my fingers touched the headboard. His free hand ripped off my panties. Then he flipped the waistband of his boxers, exposing his boner's gigantic length.
Uh oh. Here it comes.
Squeezing my eyelids shut, I braced myself.
"Are you ready for it?" Preston asked, panting, his eyes wide with lust. He held his cock like a weapon, aiming it at me.
"Uh, uh, I think."
Oh god. This is gonna hurt.
With my wrists in his grasp, my hands balled into fists.
Preston's lips formed a seductive grin. His body lunged forward.
Oh shit!
"
Oh, sweet god in heaven
," he groaned. Searing pain followed as he arched into me. I gasped. He pushed farther, farther, filled me to excruciating depths.
Tears streaked my face.
"
Jesus
." He cried in extreme pleasure while I cried in agony. "Oh my god, I'm ready to come just---from being inside you. You're so fucking
tight
."
"Preston, this
hurts
," I said through clenched teeth.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I won't move until you get used to my cock."
"It still hurts."
And what if it gets stuck in there? What then? My god, what a nightmare!
"Do you want me to take it out?"
"I guess not. I'll be okay in a few minutes."
I hope.
"Hold on to my shoulders and wrap your legs around my waist," he said. "The sooner I start fucking, the sooner you'll get used to it. I promise."
I did as he advised, curling my arms past his shoulders and locking my legs around his back.
"Hold on tight," he said. "Here I go, baby." And away he went, his rocking motions making me dizzy, his cruel cock impaling and battering.
Another flow of moisture. I figured this time it was blood.
Preston hovered above me, every breath rushing from his lips, eyes half-closed as he relished the feel of penetration. Relished the sensation of nailing me over and over again. Hard.
That sharp, hot agony came and went as he rapidly shoved in, jerked out, shoved in. I clenched and clawed his shoulders, his biceps, wriggling beneath him, trying to escape his pumping hips. Bloody, jagged trails lined his arms but he only pumped harder when I scratched. He seemed to
enjoy
the pain.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust.
A vicious cycle of pain and motion.
Ram, ram, ram.
"Melody, Melody, Melody," he said. "
Oh god, Melody
." He released my wrists, grappled the edge of the mattress and drove into me roughly, unleashing another round of harsh