CHAPTER 36 #2
I move faster, harder, taking him deeper with each drop of my hips, my nails scratching down his chest, leaving long red lines, my body already trembling. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his head falling back. "Mark me up, baby, claim me, show everyone I belong to you."
I ride him harder, losing myself in the rhythm, in the fullness, in the way he hits that perfect spot with every movement, my body coiling tight.
"I'm going to," I gasp, my movements becoming erratic.
"I'm going to come already." "Already?" he asks, a wicked smile crossing his face.
"We just started, baby, you're that sensitive for me? "
"Yes," I whimper, unable to stop the pleasure building. "I can't help it, it feels too good."
"Then come," he says. "Let me feel it." I shatter around him, my body convulsing, my nails digging deep into his shoulders, my movements stopping completely as the orgasm tears through me.
"Good girl," he praises, then he chuckles darkly.
"But that didn't even last a minute, did it?
You came so fast for me." Before I can respond, his hands grip my hips bruisingly tight and he starts moving me himself, bouncing me on his cock at a brutal pace, so fast I can barely process it.
"Ilay," I gasp, my head falling back, overwhelmed by the speed. "Wait, I just—"
"I know you just came," he says, his voice rough.
"Now you're going to come again." He pounds me up and down on him relentlessly, the pace inhuman, hitting so deep and so fast my eyes start to roll back, my mouth falling open.
"Look at you," he groans. "Already fucked out and we're just getting started. "
My nails rake down his chest desperately, scratching, trying to hold on, my body already building toward another orgasm impossibly fast. "Too good," I whimper, my words slurring. "It's too good, I can't—"
"You can," he says, his pace never faltering.
"You're going to take it, you're going to come again for me.
" He moves me faster, harder, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat, his fingers applying gentle pressure, not cutting off air but making everything more intense.
My eyes roll back completely, my body going limp in his grip, letting him use me however he wants, my second orgasm already crashing through me.
"That's it," he says, feeling me clench around him. "Such a good girl, coming so easy for me, so responsive." He doesn't stop, doesn't let me recover, just keeps moving me on his cock while I shake and whimper, completely overwhelmed. "Stand up," he suddenly commands, lifting me off him.
My legs barely work but he supports my weight, turning me to face the window, pressing my hands against the glass. "Everyone can see you like this," he says, entering me from behind in one hard thrust that makes me cry out. "See how well you take me, see how good you are for me."
He pounds into me against the window, the glass cold against my palms, my breath fogging it with each gasp, his hand coming up to wrap around my throat again from behind, that perfect pressure that makes my head spin.
"Look at your reflection," he says, and I see us in the window's reflection, see the way he takes me, his hand around my throat, my face completely wrecked.
My eyes roll back again, another orgasm building already, too fast, too intense. "How many is that now?" he asks, his pace brutal. "Three? Four? You've lost count already, haven't you?" I can't answer, can only moan, my body shaking, overstimulated, my nails scratching at the glass uselessly.
He pulls out suddenly, turning me around and lifting me up completely, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically, my back against the window. "Hold on," he says, then he's fucking up into me while holding my entire weight, the angle making him hit impossibly deep.
I scream, my nails digging into his shoulders, scratching down his back, the position making everything more intense, gravity pulling me down onto him with each thrust. "That's it," he groans.
"Scratch me, mark me up, I want to feel it.
" I drag my nails down his back so hard I know I'm breaking skin, my body convulsing around him again, another orgasm tearing through me without warning.
"Good girl," he praises, but he doesn't stop, doesn't slow, just keeps fucking me through it, my head falling back against the window, my eyes rolled back, completely gone.
He walks us back to the bed, laying me down but not giving me a moment to recover, immediately hooking my legs over his shoulders and pounding into me.
One hand wraps around my throat again, that perfect pressure, his thumb stroking the side of my neck while he squeezes, making everything fuzzy, making the pleasure sharper.
"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes to focus on his face even though they want to roll back.
"There you are, stay with me." But I can't, it's too much, too good, my eyes rolling back again as another orgasm builds.
"How many times are you going to come for me?
" he asks, his hand tightening slightly on my throat.
"You're so sensitive, so perfect, I could make you come all night. "
"Can't," I whimper, but my body is already tensing again. "Too much, too good."
"Yes you can," he says firmly. "Give me one more, I know you have it.
" His free hand moves between us, circling my oversensitive clit, and I scream, my back arching off the bed, my nails scratching down his chest as I come again, harder this time, my whole body shaking.
He releases my throat, both hands gripping my hips now, his pace becoming erratic, finally chasing his own release.
"Outside," I gasp weakly, barely able to form words. "You have to pull out." He laughs, actually laughs, his thrusts not slowing. "Why the fuck would I cum outside you? We're husband and wife, you think I'm going to waste my seed anywhere but inside you?"
"We're not married yet," I whimper. "Close enough," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "You're mine, this pussy is mine, everything about you belongs to me, I'm going to fill you up and you're going to take it."
"Please," I try weakly, but I have no strength left to fight, my body completely spent.
"Shh," he soothes, even as his pace becomes punishing.
"You're going to take it like a good girl, you're going to let me breed you properly.
" He buries himself as deep as possible, his whole body going rigid, his hands gripping me so tight it hurts, then I feel him pulse inside me, feel the warmth spreading, flooding me completely.
"That's it," he groans. "Take all of it, every drop, you're mine now, marked inside and out. "
He collapses on top of me, both of us struggling to breathe, covered in sweat, my body still twitching with aftershocks. After a moment, he rolls off me, pulling me against his chest, his fingers tracing the marks we left on each other. "Are you okay?" he asks softly. "I got carried away."
"I'm okay," I whisper, even though I'm completely wrecked, even though I can barely think straight. "That was intense."
"You did so good," he praises, kissing my forehead.
"Came so many times for me, let me use you however I wanted, you're perfect.
" I look down at his body, seeing the scratches covering him, long red lines everywhere, some deep enough they might scar.
"I really marked you up," I say quietly.
"Good," he says, running his fingers over them.
"I want to see them every time I look in the mirror, want to remember this. "
We lie there in silence for a while, both of us too exhausted to move, his hand stroking my hair while I drift in and out.
Eventually, he shifts slightly. "I need a drink, all that was exhausting in the best possible way.
" My stomach drops. This is it. "I ordered some wine earlier," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It should still be chilled, let me pour us some. "