Revy...

As Rock related something to her in a trance-like whisper in his native tongue, Revy started to get irritated. Not only because she didn't know what the fuck he was rambling about but also didn't he say he was excited? She could feel that. She was holding his excitement in her hand but weren't they going to do something about it? Isn't that how this thing worked?

Her thoughts colored with impatience due to her predilection for taking action versus being indecisive despite the simmering dread at the back of her head about what's going to happen next. She wanted this to be done with already, not dragged out into whatever this was; romantic shit, maybe? Consideration? Whatever the fuck Rock thought he was doing did nothing about the unease gnawing at her, stubbornly resisting her reasons why she had to do this. More like it wanted an all stop.

Conflicted?

Revy felt like a runaway train on route to confusion and frustrated was the next stopover.

Inside, a battle between the shards of her past raged with her emotions at the moment and with what her body was craving.

But what happens when he loses control? A part of her mind whispered, ignoring Revy's mental vitriol to shut up!

She could taste the fear tainting her thoughts. Not the coward's kind of fear or the vanity sort sprinkled with her pride at the edges but the suitably embellished-blowing-up- itself-like-a-balloon kind of fear justified thanks to her experiences and the man above her with his throbbing excitement because honestly, Rock didn't join the fun-size line, did he?

It was bound to happen, she knew. Like train-tracks blown out ahead with the train still coming. And although Rock's tried to be convincing so far with his words and his considerations on her part; far more than any man she's ever known would have been- then again, the men she knew about invented criminality- that didn't erase the fact that it's been well over a year,(possibly much longer) since he, Charmin and Jergins became best buds and now she's given him her pussy to play with.

She took a deep breath trying to settle her dancing nerves.

The problem was Revy wasn't confident enough to believe that Mr. Tube here is the best tour guide down her narrow channel but she couldn't back out now. Wouldn't! She needed to prove- (if only to herself) that she could put out like any woman.

Now I'm trying to convince myself? She thought sourly.

But to let some other bitch enjoy her Rock or especially this version of him was out of the question. Jealousy seethed inside her at the thought. Murder pulsated through her veins like a rushing river bent on destruction. Rock is hers alone! Final!

I caught him, so he's mine.

It's the little things he does that makes her want to kill to keep him. Like that power play he pulled, turning over control and making her decide by giving her his dick to hold, wasn't lost on her. Trusting her like that when others would have easily overlooked her needs at this stage; Not Rock. Even though he should be if his steel-hard bobbing cock in her hand could be trusted for its judgment. It can't be denied that he wanted to fuck her but it seemed- at least to her- that he was giving her more time. But for what? And how long can his patience last for?

Rock was looking down at her from his position. Unexpectedly, he declared something again in that rumbling accent he took on when he spoke Japanese.

"'Watashi to atarashī omoide o tsukurimasu'",

If those were the vilest curses in that language or sweetest whispers, she couldn't tell but at his admission? statement? whatever! a stabbing need began boiling up deep inside her. The way her body responded to his words- words she didn't even fucking know- both shocked and frightened her. She swore that as he spoke she felt them careening down her skin leaving goosebumps in their wake, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Can words do that?

"Wha?" She asked eloquently, breathless as she tried to marshal her brain enough to make words work again. "What does that mean?"

The pad of his thumb traced the contours of her bottom lip unhurriedly, his eyes seem to be communicating with hers. "Make new memories with me, Revy," he whispered to her with feeling in his voice that tore at her. And how could it not? He said them so intently that she couldn't even laugh at him because she didn't- get this- want to spoil the moment or offend him. Since when did she give a shit about offending anyone?

Damn it all to fuck! She swore bitterly in her head.

A minute ago her mind was happily painting vivid images of all the ways this risk she was taking could go straight into the toilet and she couldn't get it to shut up about how it will hurt worst than the hell it was before. Now, this?! Why did he have to mean those words?! Why did he have to say them?

Revy wasn't the romantic type. Not the type of girl to invest in fairytales or happily ever after bullshit but damn if Rock wasn't bent on being her undoing with his seductive words, his kindness, and his selflessness. Gentleness. Things like that didn't belong in this place. Things like that died in Roanapurr!

She wanted to tell herself that this was just an act to get her more willing to fuck him but -those eyes. Rock's eyes emitted a depth of honesty, of sincerity that matched his words to the T. This wasn't - to her dismay-an act!

I'm not the type of person who deserves things like these, Rock. She wanted to scream at him, her lips locked tight. She was incensed with herself at how much she wanted to accept this tenderness, already sorta was accepting it. In her mind, someone like her shouldn't be privy to things she almost couldn't recognize.

Before she could say something, Rock's lips shattered her thought chain with a searing kiss demonstrating that this wasn't your average pucker. As if magnetized, her hips launched up, heels digging for purchase in the mattress, seeking heat from his body, needing the hard press of his lean muscles against her skin. From Rock's bone-melting kisses, a hunger grew slowly but insistently deep within her, making her moans challenge the silence in the room. The way he uses his tongue invasively, thrusting it in and out again and again only to twirl it slowly into her mouth had her back arching, her knees widening of their own accord as whimpers escaped from her.

It dawned on Revy dimly as she accepted Rock's strong slow thrusts that he was fucking her mouth. With his tongue? That gave her mixed feelings that seemed to blur in the face of this - this wicked desperation Rock was building inside her as she let him take the lead on this roller-coaster ride they were climbing. Which was odd. Relinquishing power wasn't something she was used to doing especially when it came to her own body.

It was as if two Revys were lying here and one wanted to know,

What the fuck did I stir up in Rock?

It didn't matter, at least not now. Now, this kiss was affecting her ability to think clearly as her fingers formed a fist around his shaft, pumping it hard while that electric feeling rang through her from head to toe. She felt his fingers tickling her entrance, dipping in as he finger fucked her so leisurely, making her grind her hips up to Rock's insidious brand of foreplay.

Deeper, Rock, deeper, She ached to tell him, but something kept her occupied tongue, tied. And no! It wasn't the kiss. She was enjoying that very much.

There was a constant loop of, Please! Please! Please! playing in her head. That hungry ache was eating at the entirety of her personality, totally at odds with who she was. Was she supposed to just lie here and take this from Rock? It felt good to do so-(So fucking-roll my eyes white-to the back of my head-and moan -good )- but still.

"Sexy, hot, little Beck," Rock said against her lips, flicking up her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue; kissing it and nuzzling his nose against hers, "you're making me impatient with your soft hands."

At that admission, she was sorely tempted to pull his cock down to her pussy and risk the pain of having him inside her just to sate this ache he was growing close to unbearable. Not for Rock's sake but hers. Flacid dick couldn't scratch this itch. And they could go slow, couldn't they? Would she like it slow?

And why wasn't he pushing against her hand?

The finger fucking was nice but she needed to feel more. Suddenly, it frustrated her that she wanted his cock head kissing the mouth of her sex and he wasn't delivering. She needed it rubbing against her from clit to core and back again like he did before. She'd liked that. Needed him to repeat it right now! About to tell him as much when he broke the kiss. Before she could voice her displeasure colorfully to him for stopping the mind-fizzing kiss , he spoke,

"Easy," Rock said breathlessly between kisses, arresting her efforts on his cock, "or this will be over before it really starts," he told her before resuming their kiss in earnest. She should have had some remark for his comment but her mind was still reeling, flung back into this twister of desire that kept her lips busy, too busy for the usual barbed response.

Why Rock wasn't gunning for missionary position already? Everything about him screamed that he wanted to fuck and she sorta wanted him to follow that plan not take his time and...and... her brain froze and her fingers found Rock's hair, holding his head down as he nibbled and sucked one of her tits while one his hands played between her legs-finding that rough spot, messing with her focus and making her writhe underneath him, her head tilted far back on the pillow with her mouth hung agape; sounds pouring out of it.

What the hell is this? Revy wondered when she could think again(Barely), catching her breath.. Is Rock challenging me? Is he playing cautiously because he thinks I'll chicken out?

Blue balls, remember? Her mind whispered condescendingly.

Alright, Revy conceded very grudgingly to herself, there was that. Which was why he should be gunning for position one already, you would think!

The idea of putting up any significant resistance was laughable at this point. Not when Rock was branding her skin with his touch; intensity like she's never known, hitting her at multiple points on her skin. A warmth pooled in her lower stomach keeping her wet and slippery. The approving grunts sounding from his throat told her he enjoys his work absolutely and it turned her on hearing how much he was turned on by doing these things to her.

"Don't you!" She began, convincing herself to seal this deal remembering the sickly chill in his voice, like that of a stranger's when he promised he wouldn't touch her like this again. She clutched him closer hating the pang of loss in the pit of her belly that sprang up at the memory. "don't you wanna be inside me, baby?!" She cried not sure what she wanted, ignoring the fear that rared its ghostly head when she offered that up to Rock.

Again he responded with something she couldn't understand. Though, it should have frustrated her to no end not understanding what he was saying, she was too busy for even that as he moved on to elsewhere on her body leaving her panting, gasping for breath. Pulse she was caught up each time he said something in Japanese, his tone suggested heavily of possession, of something carnal, and raw that made her feel overwhelmed with lust and need. Like audible fuck, it vibrated down to her core, clenching her pussy and moistening it at the same time. Hard to hate that.

It was hard to form words from the way he touched her with his hands, his lips just as potent. Sometimes it was too much. Other times, she felt a little like she shouldn't be pinned between this man and the sheets but at the same time like there was no place else she'd rather want to be.

She felt his weight rest pleasantly on her lower stomach as one of his arms kept his upper body essentially hoovering the barest above hers. Then he started to move.

For the longest time, she's judged him as a white-collar bore with pencils stuck up his ass. A handsome white-collar bore with pencils up his ass but still nothing more than that. She could never actually know what he was thinking which should have bred mistrust like flies to a dead body but for some reason, she's never gotten that feeling in her gut about him. In Roanapurr, there was one unspoken rule and it's that you never show your hand! Whatever your true feelings are, wear a mask over them. That's the rule if you want to survive. Yet today, right now Rock was breaking this rule for her. Exposing this side of himself.

For me.

She felt his skin against hers and thought that this was it. Okay, She managed the thread of thought, this is the part Rock reaches between them plug her hole -or tear me a new one. She added disturbingly, preparing to be disappointed and correct about this entire thing. For a second of pure exquisite horror and panic, she braced herself as best as she could for that pain and disgust from so long ago that accompanied any thoughts she's ever entertained of sex between a man and a woman. Unconsciously, Revy gripped Rock's shoulder, nails digging in. She would commit this new pain to memory the next time she dared to think about doing something like this, no matter how badly she wanted a fuck. She couldn't help her dark musings especially when Rock removed her hand from his tool and his shoulder and it frightened her how she wasn't fighting him on this. Revy was perplexed.

Shouldn't she be fighting him on this?

The old Revy from hours ago would have. That Revy would happily hurt any other man who would even dare to dream about touching her like this because it was going to end badly anyway.

Again, he surprised her and her breath hitched as a delicious shiver washed over her, quieting her thoughts and making her gasp unexpectedly. Another wave followed another. A dip in her juices at the source then a pressed of his thumb against her clit before he agonizingly rubbed it in a circle. She found it impossible not to buck her hips against his touch seeking more. Getting drunk on this, she barely registered Rock leading her arms above her head, the whisper of sensual touch at pinpoints in her inner arms.

Damn it, she didn't care either!

Her nipples were so hard, her hitching breathy cries getting louder as sensations bombarded her yet she needed more, needed him to not stop this sweet torture as her toes began to curl, heels digging furrows into the sheets, knees flung east and west. How can his long fingers have such an intimate understanding of where her skin likes to be touched despite their short acquaintance? But then the bastard stop.

"What?! No!" Revy protested miserably then ordering him to, "Put it back, damn it! " Just as she was getting into a pattern too with him flicking her bean in the right way.

That's it. Revy decided, she was going to kill him after all. She never considered herself a petty woman but that was for spite.

She tried to free her wrists desperate to regain that peak that he'd climbed her to only to let her fall back when she was so close. But then he did something else that caught her off guard. Dipping his palm in her juices then repositioning himself, Rock saturated her swollen clit, making her gasp, losing her strength to resist as he rubs it then dipping his palm again, repeating the process until her pussy tongue glistening with her produce.

"So wet already!" His voice had grown rougher, deeper, sounding like sex in a whisper. A long rumbling sighing-moan erupted from his chest. "If you had any idea how much I want to feel you around me right now," he said in a needy tone, strained. "But before I'm inside you," his words felt like a promise on her breasts ticking their way down her stomach, a done thing, "I'll have you flooding these sheets by that time, make no mistake."

Revy was about to respond to this arrogant confidence in him when a moan kicked the words back down her throat as a weight replaced the feather brush of his fingers her clit had grown used to so far. Now, the broad head of his cock- hot and throbbing- started to move against her already over sensitive flesh that he'd left unfinished. The veiny contours of the shaft sent her hips up with a jolt as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

"Ah! Uh! Uh! Oh!" Revy cried out with delight as he braced it against her, pressing it in deep into the tiny V of her folds. She heard him curse under his breath before she watched him bite into his bottom lip then the first slow rock of his hips which sent her senses spiraling out of control, her eyes closing just to feel this more.

Rock didn't just move his hips up and down, though he started like that. Soon he was rolling, rotating his hips in a slow hard press and he wasn't about to stop. The insistent grind relentlessly milking more of her juices from her using her clit as a base location and making them run sticky and warm down from her pussy to her ass. When she tried to resume her earlier resistance against his grip on her wrists, his wet hand claimed her seeking hips down firmly, effectively suspending all her efforts. His restriction of her movements only heightened the sensation; her climax a sweet tortuous inevitability.

His show, her pleasures.

The delicious heat Rock's cock spread over her tender clit, from him pushing against her piercing conspired to make her pay a toll in screams, moans, and incomprehensible one-liners as Rock worked her hard, slow, fast, slower, harder, mercilessly! He was savaging her pussy without fucking her using the nerves in her clit,

"My hands, my hands, Rock, let go! But don't stop! Oh fuck, don't stop. Fuck! Please, please!"

That can't be my voice. Revy though in utter disbelief.

Hoarse, weepy, pleading. It sounded like the voice of a strange woman at the mercy of a man.

"Can't. Think!" She screams incomprehensibly.

"Don't think right now, need you to feel this. All of it is for you alone." Rock replied haltingly and hoarse up. He used that moment to bite her in a sensitive spot only to kiss the same place sweetly as he leaned down briefly.

Pain and pleasure assaulted her at the same time.

"Rock!" Revy cried out when another wave of pleasure hit from him increasing the pace of his thrust against her tender swollen clit.

"Let go of my hands," Revy tried again. It was maddening not pulling him down to her to ease this hunger for contact. Her breasts especially ached to feel his chest pressed up against them or his hands squeezing them; rolling the tips of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb or on his tongue like candy. She needed that!

That ache was growing more. But why wasn't she should hating this? Having her movement restricted like this should only fester hatred for Rock, not surrender to make him have his way between her thighs. Her fingers tighten in anticipation of their freedom but not to lash out with a fist or grab for her gun her under the next pillow so close to her hand. No. Not in the least. Instead, she found she wanted to score his back with her nails as her climax crept closer, closer still. Control was a distant memory. Revy didn't want to be in control for the first time in her life.

She could feel the desperation rising inside her and she wanted to squeeze his ass like she did before. She tried to wriggle out of his grip only to have Rock increase the pressure on her wrists.

"No," Rock answered her, shaking his head. The bastard!

"You son of...uh, uh!" Revy suddenly exclaimed halting the stream of invectives surging up her throat. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, an inferno of pleasure growing from the smoldering heat Rock was stoking into an all-consuming flame. Revy felt half-drunk with lust. Her mind more pleasure saturated than it was before when they were in his kitchen. How was that even possible with him only moving his hips?

Am I a freak or something? Why does this shit turn me on so much?

Another roll of his hips shut up her thoughts, opening her mouth on a gasp. Discovering truths about your dirty pleasures tend to lose their importance when the man on top of you was grinding your mind to powder through your legs. Why did she feel so good having him hold her down and rutting between her thighs and not panicked? She couldn't think! Especially with what Rock did next. Arching his back at an angle, Rock hovered over her then using his mouth to do his work, he licked at the tip of one nipple. Revy could no longer resist. Though its been mere minutes since they'd started this, she felt compelled to sate the stabbing need that seems to stretch inside her so much so that she was near begging him if her lips could word anything outside of "Yes! Baby, Yes! ", or utter anything understandable than gasps and moans. Revy arched her back, presenting her breasts to be sucked like they were aching to be when his mouth came in proximity. His breaths tickled the hardened peak he'd encouraged. At this point, he was thrusting so hard against her sopping pussy, she could hear each thrust audibly, her faucet was running too much. But Rock wasn't done, still building something inside her while his pace increased steadily.

"Rock, please let go!" She heard her lips saying. Her hips needed to move, she was going to go mad if she didn't move against him hard, fast, slow. Now!

"No," He repeated refusing her request. A cloud of emotion occupied his face, a concentrated mix of energy in motion... Wait a sec. Request? The absurdity of the word rebounded in her head like a basketball bouncing off the pavement after being dropped from the top of a skyscraper. Before she could feel the ghost of her anger rising, he bit her nipple and a burst of sensation sizzled from its source down to her toes then back up to the crown of her head; engulfing her. A gasp left her mouth on a hitching breath that quickly turned into a series of desperate moans as if she was fighting to breathe. Her anger forgotten in the melee as this torrent of carnal pleasure lashed her seemingly from every inch of her body at the same time.

From the combination of the sudden pain on her sensitive nipple and the relentless thrusting on her clit, it wasn't surprising a moment later when she was screaming, sent toppling over the edge, cumming harder than she's ever done in memory.

Ecstacy! Raw and demanding! It seemed to go on and on. Somewhere along the line, her hands got free because she was clutching Rock's ass, her hips in a frenzy as she bathed his cock in her overflow. Words and sound flew from her lips, it took some time for her to hear listen to herself and it took her aback hearing sobs coming from her mouth alongside moans and Rock's. To understand anything but this barrage of, of... damn it! Fuck! she couldn't think or find the words to describe what's took hold of her body.

As she climbed down from her climax and her screams quieted to whimpers and groans, she couldn't stop her teeth from chattering as if she was caught naked in the dead of winter, only she wasn't cold. In fact, her body was on fire despite the ac blowing cool kisses towards her. Contrastly, her sweat-slick skin was covered in goosebumps. She could feel her pussy quivering, spasming, her body recovery to normalcy took awhile; alternating between shivering and full-on quaking. Ultra-hypersensitivity? That couldn't be the normal hypersensitivity, this was next level shit! The lightest touch on her skin felt more intense, deeper than the surface. Soul quaking!

Oh shit! She thought to herself, a hazy alarm creeping up on her, now I'm getting into religious fuckery!

Then almost angrily,

Just how many ways can he make me come?

All those other times when she's gotten wet now felt only a tide in comparison to how Rock had just undammed her pussy.

Without fucking me?

Now she was curious to all hells. What else could he do with that thing?

"I could cum just listening to you coming for me." Rock's rumbling voice seem to penetrate through her as he broke the silence between them. His head had tilted back, face to the ceiling, his chest heaving with deep breaths, "almost did too, feeling you so wet for me," Rock confessed sounding dazed as he encircled two fingers at her entrance, then tapped at her core with their pads, listening to the sopping sounds coming from her sodden pussy with each tap, competitive with the quiet whirring of the AC, "almost robbed me of my control." he said as his fingers spread her wet folds wide. Revy could feel him trembling over her, he was teetering on the edge too, she realized. She felt gratified for some reason that he was affected by what he just did to her but then he lowered his face from the ceiling and his dark gaze met hers.

As a pro-killer, Revy's seen many things dance in a person's face at important times; panic, hopelessness, cockiness, madness, rage. A violent clash of emotions can occur in seconds, painting a clear picture of the conversation going on on the inside. She used those cues to know when to spring into action which was what landed her and Rock in the position they were at currently but more on that later. Right now, as she watched his face, she got a glimpse of the war going on inside of Rock but what was he fighting? Not to cum? Not to pounce on her and fuck her brains out- that sent a jolt of terror up her back, sinking its claws into her spin. which was it? His expressions weren't dishing out the details clearly.

"Rock?" She called out to him, her voice smaller than she's ever heard it.

Briefly, his eyes fluttered closed and a low groan rumbled out him.

"Want this so much!" She heard him whisper more to himself than her. "Fuuuuck! I need to feel you around me so badly."

She lay there still in a dazed, listening to Rock's pillow talk. Revy knew how to grind on someone. She used to work at Rohan's strip club, remember. But that skin to skin contact; shivers resumed their patrol over her skin just recalling the seductive way he rolled his hips between her legs.

Next level shit!

She was still catching her breath when she felt hands on her skin turning her body on its side. Rock was already behind her, spooning her body into his. She could feel his cock along the length of her ass crack.

Revy's went owl as a realization struck.

Was he...is he going to...in my..."the fuck?!" She started trying to get away from him but a strong hand wrapped around her middle held her fast, trapping her arms under his, their sweat mingling slippery where their bodies made contact. She heard an annoyed growl coming from his lips.

"God damn it! Don't ruin this!" He barked, pissing her off.

"That's a no-entry road, you fucker!" She said while thinking wryly, Bullseye on that one, Revy. Trying to struggle and failing to since he'd made damn sure to melt her senses along with her bones, her strength was coming back but it was delayed still impudent anger rose,

"I shouldn't ruin this? So this is my fault, then?"

What was he expecting? That she was just supposed to go along with his sick fetish just because he made her have an orgasm? Alright, there were orgasms and then there were explosions. She just experienced a 'cumming' explosion. But watching ass fucking on porn was different than being a participant. And Revy wasn't about to become one.

"Look at me," Rock ordered his anger up too. She felt him take a deep breath as if injecting patience into his voice, he repeated more calmly, "Just look at me,"

When she craned her neck around and fixed him with a glare, Rock 's lips curled into a rakish grin that floored the accelerator in her chest. Which did not cool her anger in the least. It didn't!

He was propped up on an elbow, his face bare inches above hers. "I can almost see your thoughts through your eyes," he said matter-of-factly arching an eyebrow at her disapprovingly-yeah his eyebrows have personality too. Go figure.

"Then what? Am I wrong?" She asked testily, fishing for what he'd say and curious despite herself.

"Yes," He said simply without saying anything about what he thought she was actually thinking. Bastard! "New memories, remember?" he reminded her, tracing the back of his knuckles leisurely down her side; again shivers occupied her body but it felt so good, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. "So far, I'd say I've delivered on my promises," he said sounding so incredibly self-assured it grated on her pride, and given her still drenched vagina, she couldn't argue the point. So she grasped for something else to dig him about.

"Good or bad ones?" Revy challenged, "cause right now, it's not looking so good with you trying to fuck me in the ass."

He chuckled. The son of a bitch actually fucking laughed at her.

"I would never do that to you," Rock said calming down somewhat from his little joke. "unless you ask me and even then I would really have to consider it. He gazed in her eyes for a second longer, "I'm going to teach you how good it feels to have me inside you, Revy." Rock informed her in a sultry tone, hooking a hand under her leg then adjusting himself, he put his cock between her thighs, letting the head and shaft rub against her wet folds languidly.

"You don't ass-fuck?"

"If you're feeling chatty, sweetheart?" Rock said challengingly, irritation strong in his voice, "I can make tea."

"Don't dodge my fucking question," Revy said seriously or as seriously as she could muster between gasps and whimpers.

The rocking momentum of Rock's cock snuggled up against her pussy, pushing and pulling back and forth in the wet heat was playing havoc with her brain, alerting her body to its steely presence. Every once in awhile, he'll press the shaft into her folds with his hand then ramming her from behind.

"You're stalling for time," Rock accused her haltingly, his hips in a strong, almost a frenzied rhythm as he thrust between giving thighs. "What more do you want from me to convince you?" He asked before she could conjure a convincing response because he was right, she was stalling. Rock took the opportunity of her incriminating silence to squeeze her in a tight embrace with one hand, his breaths were shallowing, a whispering chanting of, "Oh, fuck! coming from his lips seemingly without his permission. The thrusts were getting harder like he wanted to pulverize her pussy.

He was going to cum? Now? Hells! She felt like she was going to cum again.

She couldn't help but look down, watching the head; red and hot play speedy hide and poke through her thighs. The air smelled strongly of sex and sweat adding to the mindlessness. His nostrils flared warm air over her nape, attempting to calm himself down but she could feel him shaking. Somehow he managed.

"I'm going to put it in, ok," Rock whispering against her tattooed neck sounding like he was barely here.

"You can't fuck me...like this!" She protested. It was so unorthodox, not boring- true, and if it was anything else it would have bothered her so much, but this is her pussy goddamnit! Her body!

Her protest a cause for much head-shaking and deep inhalation. More patience injection. His nostrils flared so hard she thought they might take-off in flight from his face.

"Look at me," he demanded in a grave voice a few moments later, "Look at the man whose about do this to you, God damn it!" he nearly roared which had the effect of snapping her focus on his face. Beads of sweat dotted his brows, his eyes were hooded with desire but there was more in those dark pools. "Trust me, Beck, can you do that?"

Why were those words so heavy with meaning? And what's with him calling me Beck?

Her father called her Becky, her mother called her Rebecca, people called her Two Hands but most called her Revy. No one called her Beck.

When she didn't say anything, an impressive tangle of emotions collided within the vicinity of Rock's eyebrows; strong contenders vied for the title of 'facial expression of the moment'.

"Just throwing this out there, in case you haven't noticed, Rock," she snapped at him sarcastically, "you're carrying a fucking hammer!"

Facial expression of the moment: smug.

"And as you've demonstrated, I know how to use it. I'm sure the neighbors know my name by now," he grinned, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Asshole!" elbowing him in the chest, no hard enough apparently since he was still wearing that goofy grin on his face. "that's not what I meant! " She sai through gritted teeth, she could feel her face burning, "this is my...my official first time, alright," she admitted like it cost her one of her guns and a couple paycheques just to let the words out of her mouth.

That seemed to please him to no end. He sweetly planted worded kisses from her jawline on a journey to her lips. "We can go slow, just tell me if I'm hurting you." His breaths tasted like hints of mint mixed in with a touch of smokey ash on her tongue; dark eyes held her gaze, "I just need you right now before my control runs too thin,"

his control

With his hand on his magnificent cock; glistening wet from tip to middle, he used the head to slap against her clit making her bit back a moan with every contact. "Or do you want to be on top?" he asked in a sultry purr that crackled at the edges with a challenge, "do you want to try handling me like that?"

Her, on top of that?

When she didn't answer right away, a pressure appeared at her entrance trying to make headway inside her as Rock held the bulbous crown right at her opening, ready to do its disappearing act.

"Rock, no," she started panicking.

"Shh, shh," He soothed, " take a deep breath, try to relax,"

So she tried to relax, her deep breaths clipped by her panic, but she did try. It's not like she wants to be this way.

Put up or shut up, Revy. backing herself in a corner mentally.

She let out a girlish squeak when quiet unexpectedly, Rock flung her top leg over his upper thigh, spreading her wide.

"Lower yourself over the head, " Rock instructed. "take me in as deep as you can,"

"From sideways?!"

"Try it"

"You don't want to do it?" she asked a shadow of a challenge in her tone.

"Nothing would please me more," The indications of this statement filled to the brim with innuendo spoken half desperately though he was tried to hide the impatience in his voice, "but as I've told you before, you're behind the wheel this time," he vowed.

He was dead serious about this.

Resigned, Revy propped herself up on an elbow for support, pushing back the doubt in her head as she adjusted lower body to aline with Rock and his cock; its broad head making her wonder how they'll fit. Just for good measure, she re-coated the glistening head Rock held for her to push on. She couldn't help scrounging her face up automatically in anticipation of the pain, brows furrowed waiting for the utter disgust she would feel, the bitter shame; which didn't come.

"Uh, oh!" She breathed hushedly, her eyes closing, bottom lip trapped in her teeth as her entrance was stretched to accept and accommodate his size into her body. She heard Rock hiss in a long breath then groan as the head entered. Exploring her deeper he muttered a curse, as she lowered herself more, watching more of him disappeared inside her inch by tantalizing inch.

"Oh fuck, that feels...really good," Revy moaned,

"Mmmore...then?" Rock asked sounding like he was in a pained-pleasured haze struggling to breathe. One of his hands feel-up one of her breasts, his chest heaved with his deep shuddering breaths, the hairs on his chest felt feathery on her back as he pressed her into him.

"Yes!" she sighed contentedly, her head resting below his chin. It felt filling and amazing! Enough to send that ache inside her body shattering, replaced by a tingling pressure; like she was gonna cum only she's at the foot of the hill, not the peak as she took in more of him, making him stretch her.

Instead of pain and disgust, Revy was discovering nerve endings fingers and tongues couldn't ever reach. She relaxed, the more she did, the better it felt. With her back against his chest, she felt every vibration, hearing him cursed under his breath with her gasps filled the space between them as he gradually took over, pushing his length up with languid thrusts of his hips further- her sighs emerging every time he pulled his long cock back only cruising it back up her pussy.

"You feel soooo incredible," Rock said, his lusty voice drowning into her shoulder,

True to his word, he had gotten the sheets wet from her juices, lessening the friction along her channel as he pushed his cock all the way in, determined to go balls deep with her. Twinges of pain chased by interludes of pleasure erupted here and there and she couldn't help the cries on her lips from the feel of him so deep inside; these sensations consuming her body for the first time.

"Fuck, mmmm, Rock,"

Heat ran down the nape of her neck as his chest heaved against her back; his voice sounded pained when he asked, "Am I...hurting you?"

Revy shook her head, "feels good, so damn good," She told him honestly. He'd stopped moving inside her once his balls kissed her cleft so she supposed it was honest at the time. Rock was trembling, almost shuddering. That concrete cock lodged inside her body in lock and key formation like her pussy was made just for his cock. She knew this was total bullshit her mind was spitting after the initial fright died down and this reality took over.

Why wasn't he moving though, she surprised herself by thinking about that when moments before she was terrified about the suggestion of fucking especially from this angle. Testing, she wiggled her hips a little, feeling the need to dust off her lap dancing skills all of a sudden in this new capacity. Tilting her hips forward Revy rotated her ass against Rock once then again feeling her eyes close then roll of their own volition from the sheer bliss of the act. They were such a snug fit that she could feel in definition, her slick walls contracting around every inch of hard Rock, from the tip of his crown to the veins popping out of the smooth skin with each rotation of her hips.

"Whoa!" Revy felt giddy as a first-time drug user about to take her next dosage when Rock suddenly tighten his embrace around her; his hand snaked under her upper thigh arresting it under his gripping control.

"Rock?" Revy called unsure of how to adapt to this abrupt change. No response. His body was motionless to the point of statue expect for his near strangling embrace, his hand squeezing her breast: gone were the tender teasing caresses.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Shit!"

"What?" You can't be serious?!" Revy was saying feeling Rock pulling back his hips preparing to surge up again. She heard as much as felt the first hard thrust, jarring her teeth.