Chapter 45

A pleasurable buzz flowed through Claudia's body. Her head was fuzzy from sleep and the remnants of her orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't piece together what was happening to her. All she knew was she wanted Tyson's long, thick cock inside her. She shivered when he shoved her legs back, rendering her helpless. She gripped the pillows in her hands and rocked her hips against the smooth sheets.
She watched him as he looked down at her exposed pussy. He stroked a finger tenderly through the slippery folds, then took his cock in hand and lined it up against her vagina. Claudia knew it would hurt. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man. Not since Dante. When she masturbated, she used only finger to clit contact, rarely fingering herself inside.
"This might hurt, baby," Tyson grunted, pressing the tip forward.
Claudia thrust her hips up to meet him, grinding her teeth against the pressure as he penetrated her. "You flatter yourself!" she gasped out.
Tyson's laugh rumbled down his chest and against her legs. Claudia cried out as pressure turned to pain. Then he wasn't laughing anymore. He held himself still, the tendons on his neck straining as he held himself tightly in check. Sweat beaded his dark forehead.
Claudia forced herself to relax under him, the pressure of his entry gradually diminishing. Tyson dropped his head and kissed her leg close to where his hands gripped.
"That's a good girl," he grunted.
He pushed himself steadily further into her resisting body until he was completely engulfed by the heat of her pussy. He waited until she once more relaxed before pulling back. Like a dance, he moved forward within her and then withdrew, using her body language to gauge when he should thrust or retreat. She took him beautifully, bravely moving her hips up to meet his, seeking her own pleasure once more.
Claudia was more than a match for any man in bed. She was passionate and loved the pleasure she could find in sex. Tyson was more than she had ever had in her bed before. He was generous, he was demanding and he was huge. She couldn't deny him. She didn't want to. She wanted the big, dark-skinned man to fuck her until she lost herself once more in the oblivion of orgasm.
Reaching up, Claudia clasped her hands behind his neck and forced his head down to hers. "Fuck me like you mean it," she said and took his lips in a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
The tensing of his shoulders was the only warning she got. His tongue met hers and shoved back. His hands fell to her hips and he gripped her tightly, slamming himself up into her. Claudia gasped, her head falling back. She reached up and gripped the sheets and pillows above her head. Tyson thrust into her with such force that she was pushed up the bed. He dragged her back down and held her still while he impaled her body with ferocious intent.
Claudia cried out and moaned, unable to do anything but hang on. He slammed her hips down, fucking into her over and over again. The way he tilted her hips shoved the head of his penis against her g-spot, pushing her higher and higher than she'd ever been before. Without warning, Claudia found herself pushed over the edge of another, more intense orgasm.
He picked her hips right up off the bed, his thrusts growing deeper and more erratic. With a shout he came, bringing her hips down onto his cock in one last brutal thrust. He moved his hands from her hips to her waist and picked her right up, bringing her upper body into the cradle of his arms. He tilted her face so he could watch her as they drifted down together.
Claudia collapsed against him, pressing her cheek against the muscles of his chest. The heavy beat of his heart sounded against her ear. She snuggled into his warmth, letting him hold her up. She felt the rumble in his body as he chuckled and dropped a kiss against the top of her head. She wanted to deny it, but she had never in her life felt safer than in that moment.
Claudia listened as his heartbeat gradually calmed. After a minute, he lifted her off of his cock, ignoring her murmur of protest. He laid her on the bed with such care that she imagined she was more precious to him in that moment than anything else in the world. He stood up and went into the washroom. Claudia was already drifting back into sleep when she felt the bed dip under his big body as he kneeled on the bed.
He brushed the hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Claudia forced her eyes open and looked up at him. His eyes reflected triumph, which would have annoyed her more if she weren't so satisfied herself.
"Don't think this changes anything," she said with a yawn. "I'm still upset about this kidnapping bullshit. Just because you're some kind of sexual god doesn't mean I won't kick your ass in the morning."
He flashed her a white-toothed grin. "I look forward to the battle, beautiful."
"Then you better get some sleep so I don't beat you up too badly." She slid a hand up his arm and tried to tug him down beside her.
Tyson reached behind him and turned the lamp off before allowing himself to be pulled down into her arms. She snuggled into the warmth of the bed, enjoying the feeling of sleeping safe for the first time in a long time , at the top of Tyson King's tower. In the morning she would contemplate this new turn her life had taken and what her next steps would be.