Red Strings of Fate (Haunted Series 2)

Strings 29: Tangled Threads

We stared at each other as we both removed my clothes. And as I bared my whole body to him, I didn't have the chance to get conscious because he was already on me, exploring, sucking, biting... worshiping.

This is different from the hesitant, almost shy way I touch myself. Because there's nothing shy about his touch, he's a man who knows exactly what he's doing and handles me with absolute firmness.

He's here to take, and take, and take. And I can only give my whole being.

I pull his hair and caress his biceps as he licks my mounds, kneeling in between my legs as he tucks it toward him.

I raise myself with my elbows as I catch how he slides the head of his dick into my folds, spreading precum all over. I groan, my head snapping backward until I feel a sharp pain. I fell back down on the bed and used the bedsheets to stop myself from hurting my own hands.

He feels right inside me. Like his body is only mine. I feel full. It's painful but so good at the same time.

TJ envelops me with his body, using his arms as his stand so I wouldn't be crushed by his weight. His hair, covered with sweat, covers his forehead. He looks shocked but possessiveness flickers in his eyes.

"Are you... a virgin?"

Hinihingal ang boses ko nang sumagot ako. "Sinabi ko naman sayo—I never had an opportunity to be with someone."

"Fuck... Hope." He kisses my forehead, and I feel him pull out, but I drag my nails on his back.

"Don't you dare stop gago."

He smiles, a genuine one, and kisses me. "I won't." He whispers before pushing back again. I gasp. It was slow, letting me adjust to his size for a couple of thrusts, and I could feel his control hanging on by a thread.

I know he's doing this for me. But I want to feel his whole being. "Teej... don't stop yourself."

He grunts before pulling my legs and using his shoulders as an anchor.

The new position made me see stars. It hit parts of me that made me feel delirious. His once slow thrusts changed to extensively harder and faster movements. Our groans, sweat, and skin rhythmically echo the air as he pounds into me.

"Fuck." He curses slips a hand into my center and plays with my clit.

I gasp, "James."

This orgasm is different from earlier. There's no buildup to alert me to the impact or those tingling sensations at my core whenever I'm about to reach the climax.

This one is so sudden, like slamming headfirst into a crashing wave. It steals my ability to breathe, think, or react. I screamed, but the sound was muffled by the lack of oxygen.

Before I could realize what happened, he pulled out and flipped me on my front. His hand was on the back of my nape to keep me down.

He pulled, flipped, kissed, and fucked me however he wanted in the different corners of his bedroom and I couldn't even count how many times I came. I thought it was impossible to have another one until his rhythm went rougher, more unhinged, hitting the deepest parts of me, and I bent my back seeing stars as he pulled out of me and cums on my stomach.

"Fuck." He grunts, and I shiver.

Our breathing is uneven as we stare into each other. He closes our distance as he kisses me, laying down next to me in the bed, cradling my jaw in his hand and my hand caressing his nape. We didn't stop and kept seeking the feel of our mouths against each other. Until we finally break for oxygen.