Chapter 18 #2
I’ve never felt so mad wanting someone inside me.
“Please!” I howl. “Please, please.”
And then, because I can’t think of anything else to do and the mounting pleasure feels so tortuously good but like it’s on a terrible precipice that won’t go any higher or back off, I open my mouth to wail and sink my teeth into his throat.
One of his thick fingers, covered in my juices, finally slips inside the channel of my pussy.
I can’t help it. I come on his finger while he strums my clit, and his cock preses against me, pulsing—
“Did I say you could release?” he growls.
Oh shit. I blink, but before I’ve come down fully, he’s pushing in with a second finger. And that’s when any and all thoughts are obliterated by sensation. It’s just the tips of the two fingers at first, and he feels all along my entrance with the second fingertip.
With the knuckles of the fingers inside me, he presses low against the flesh of my entrance, down near my anus, and my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure.
“Your cock,” I rasp, my voice box barely managing sound. Eyes squeezed shut because the sensations are so much, I manage, “Can I please have your cock?”
For a second, he freezes. I don’t know if I’ve shocked him or said something wrong. I shift my hips restlessly against him. “Don’t stop,” I whine, full of aching need.
“Yes,” he says, and the word sounds a bit strangled. His fingers pull out of me, and I want to cry at the loss.
But then I feel something else replace them. Something hard, long, hot, and big.
His cock.
Oh my god. We’re actually about to fuck.
“This time,” he growls in my ear, “you come around my cock. I have stretched you to take me.”
I clench my arms tighter around his neck and nod.
If he was a normal man, I might worry that I was strangling him, but with Kharon, I doubt the pressure is anything.
He’s so strong. Yet gentle at the same time.
I want this intimacy. I want this closeness and connection more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
As I cling tighter, I think, oh shit, this will ruin me for anyone else forever. Already, it’s been too good.
I want it so much I pry one of my arms from around his neck so I can reach down and feel him again.
I need to put my hand on his unbelievable cock.
I can barely fit my arm between us, we’re sandwiched so tightly together.
But he sucks in his abdominal muscles when he feels me trying to squeeze my hand down, and then I’m touching him.
I wrap my hand around him or try to. My fingers can’t encircle his huge circumference, but I love the feel as I squeeze him and line him up at my entrance, feeding him into myself.
He’s so thick he fills up my pussy completely, pressing everywhere at once. My eyes are still squeezed shut—the sensory information input is so overwhelming, I’m struggling to handle it all. But it feels so good—Oh!
I adjust on his lap so he slides the barest bit inside me. We both groan.
“Never felt anything so good. Sweetest honey cunt.”
I shudder around him at his dirty words and nod. I like that. I like it a lot.
“More,” I manage to say, gripping his hair as he moves his hips slightly, notching in another bit.
It’s good he stretched me with his fingers, or I can’t imagine him fitting even as much as he is. But he also had me so, so wet for him.
I love the feel of him stretching me. He fills me so good, so completely, splitting me open and lighting up my nerve endings everywhere.
I roll my hips up and against him. The length that’s still outside grinds against my flushed, swollen clit, and I cry out.
“Your cunt grips my cock so good. Always heard about fucking but never knew how good it would feel—”
My eyes fly open. Oh my god, is he saying. . .? I pull back just far enough to watch his mouth.
“Is this your first time?”
His mouth is tense as his head bobs up and down, and I watch his large Adam’s apple as he swallows, the tip of his cock inside me. He’s thousands of years old, to hear him tell it, but he’s only now, right this moment, losing his virginity?
I squeeze and spasm around him at the knowledge, and he slides in another full inch.
“I will roll you to your back now and fuck you,” he says. I can sense him waiting in case I say I don’t want to. But I nod.
This is what I like. Him taking control. Directing things. I exercise such tight control in the other areas of my life. With someone I trust—in bed—it’s liberating to give it up.
“I will be gentle,” he says as he wraps two pairs of arms around me, his cock still embedded in me as he shifts us. His bottom hands clench my ass, moving me slightly up and down his shaft even as he moves me to my back on the sleeping bags. I shudder and wrap my legs around his back.
When he finishes moving us, I realize that, yes, I’m on my back, but really, I’m cradled in his arms.
My legs open to him further, and my heel notches against his ass.
“I will fuck slow,” he says. My eyes are squeezed close again, but I nod and clench around his cock.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Move. I want to feel you move in me.”
And he does. Oh god, he does.
That thick cock of his starts to thrust in and out. I shudder beneath him as he makes his way a little deeper with every in-thrust.
He shifts one of his arms higher to cushion my neck, one warm fist right beside my face. I turn into it as my hair falls over my face, overwhelmed.
His body is so huge and powerful over mine, and his cock is so large, thrusting inside me. My spine feels like jelly as I cry and shake with rising pleasure. I’m not even at my peak yet, and already it feels so good, so damn good.
“You are so beautifully perfect beneath me,” he says through clenched teeth. “I die with how good your cunt feels gripping my cock.”
I writhe underneath him, my hips finding a rhythm with his.
He squeezes my ass and manages to slip another hand between us to rub at the clit he so cleverly discovered before.
And I go absolutely crazy; the pleasure is too good, too high, too— Everything. I feel everything, and it’s. . . Everything.
“You will not, what did you call it, arrive? You will not arrive until I say so.”
“Come,” I whine. “I won’t come.”
“Good,” he growls, dragging his cock out while one of his thumbs strums ruthlessly at my clit. “You will not come, beautiful little consort. You will fuck and not come until I say so. You did once, and I’ll allow it, but not again.”
I clench tight as a vise around his cock at the thought. “Will you punish me if I do?”
He pauses, and I realize maybe I’ve caught him by surprise. Then again, this is his first time. Shit. But he’s such a natural. Maybe he won’t. . . mind? So I press further. “Because bad girls need to be punished. Our little asses need to be spanked sometimes.”
A noise comes from his throat, and he leans over me, a pair of hands shooting out to grasp my wrists, pinning them to the sleeping bag. “Ungh!” I groan, my hips meeting his. Oh my god, I fucking love being restrained during sex, and I didn’t even have to tell him.
“Bad girls,” he hisses in my ear, his huge chest rubbing against my peaked nipples, “get punished.”
“Then please, can I come?” I cry.
“Come now as I fuck you.”
It hits almost the same moment he gives his permission. I howl as light explodes throughout my body, but suddenly Kharon pulls out.
I whine at the loss of fullness, but he continues to rub my clit through my climax, riding his hand shamelessly.
I only blink dazedly when I feel him pull away from me and watch as he takes his slick cock in hand and jerks it roughly.
“What. . . are. . .?” I can barely manage words, and my legs shake from aftershocks.
His face is strained as he answers. “Don’t want to get you with kit,” he says, two-fisting his cock.
I watch in excited fascination, not able to help myself from reaching down to my own swollen, overused clit and rubbing myself. The orgasm that finished is still lingering and amps right back up again.
He watches me and strokes himself harder, almost furiously.
Another blinding orgasm hits at the same time cum erupts out of him. My eyes are on his face this time. The agonized look of pleasure there. I’ve never seen anything like it. He’s watching me like he’s pained by how beautiful I am. How good the pleasure is, so precious, so shocking—
I want to memorize this moment.
Part of me wishes I could forget everything I was before and who I’ll be when I leave this place.
I only want to exist with him in this pleasure-drenched forever.