Verbal Seductions

Hunger Games

This one is dedicated to @Mscollegebound who suggest that I write a rough love making scene kind of like...50 shades with less whipping I think it was. Confession...I've never read 50 Shades...I know I know I'm terrible just haven't been inclined to even with the movie. Anywho, heres the story hope you enjoy it. Don't forget I'm taking suggestions.

Hunger Games

"Tell me what you want?" His voice was low but demanding. I love it when he was like this at in moment he would ravage me. I could tell. It was in the heat of his touch, the tone of his voice, the feel of his passion pressed against my back side as he held me down tightly to the bed. His strong wide calloused hand holding both of my wrists as his other slowly fondled my body. I was completely in his control and I couldn't say I didn't love it. He slapped my ass firmly but not enough to cause actual pain. "Answer me." He growled in my ear.

"I want you." I replied. His hand quickly went up to my throat and he applied a little pressure as he nibbled on my neck. I moaned amazed by the affect he had on my body.

"More specifically what do you want?" His voice was heavy with lust. "I could just sit here and torture you all day."

He was right this constant teasing between pleasure and pain was torture, maddening torture that had to be extinguished with the juices of our passion. "Fuck me." I snarled. I heard his cheeky chuckle before I felt the pressure of his manhood forcing its way into my tightness. I honestly didn't think it was possible with the way my legs were closed but somehow his massive muscle had squeezed inside of me and it felt amazing. My muscles gripped at him tightly.

I hissed at the pain but moaned at the pleasure. His body slammed into mine sending the sounds of flesh on flesh through the apartment. It was like it was echoing off the walls and I loved the sound.

"Oh my God right there." I moaned digging my nails deeper into the sheets as much as I could with him still holding my wrist.

"Ummm right there." He said hitting it faster.

"Yes right there." I called out. He was feeling me up. I couldn't handle it. If we stayed in this position I would cum all over myself but it wasn't to be so. He let my hands go pushing them roughly to the bed as he pulled out of me. I whimpered at the lost of him even his weight had vanished from my back.

"Where are you going?" I questioned about to turn to look at him but I was met with rough reprimand. I was pushed back down onto my stomach and my legs were spread roughly.

"Did I ask you to move?"

"No." I replied breathless as I felt his hands molding my flesh. He slapped it around a little.

"Then why are you moving woman?" He spread me open and I once again felt the pressure of his wideness spreading my tightness. I muttered some curses under my breath as he slipped all the way inside.

"How do you want it?" He whispered against my ear as he firmly planted himself on the inside of my thighs.