Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Chapter Four
Calvin
She’s absolutely perfect trapped beneath me on the couch, attempting to crawl away. I run my
hands across her smooth flesh, caressing her ass and squeezing as I nudge her thighs apart.
Beautiful.
I want a photograph of her perfectly rounded ass and bare pussy to put on my wall and look at
every night before I go to sleep.
I need to be inside her like I need to breathe, so as she squirms and tries to get away from me,
my grip on her tightens. I reach down and grab my cock, stroking it as I guide it to the paradise
between her thighs.
“Please,” she cries, knowing she’s running out of time.
Doesn’t she know she’s just making it better for me?
I pretend for a second that she does, that she doesn’t care if my appetites are twisted and wants it
to be good for me.
The head of my bare cock hits her entrance and she cries out another useless denial.
She says my name this time, though. I like my name on her lips.
“Say it again.”
“Calvin, please,” she repeats.
I close my eyes briefly, absorbing the pleasure of her begging me right before I claim her.
Then I breach her entrance. She tries to move away, but I dig my fingers into her soft skin and
hold her hips where I need them so I can force my way deeper into her body.
“Please.” She sobs, at least I think she does. It’s hard to pay attention when it feels like my cock
is sliding into heaven here in the pits of Hell.
“Christ.” She’s tight. Unprepared. She cries out like I’m tearing her apart as I push another
fraction of an inch into her unwilling body.
This won’t work. I want to use her, not destroy her.
I pull my cock out of her and let go. She collapses against the couch, and I climb off. She doesn’t
move this time. Doesn’t look at me, either. Her face is turned toward the back of the couch so she
doesn’t have to.
I walk over to the end table in the corner and grab a bottle of lube. On impulse, I peruse the toys