Chapter 23 Lust #2
I blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.
Then I was full. So fucking full. Pascal rose above me, burrowing into me, his hard cock digging deeper. Holding me spread out under him, he rolled his hips and dragged his cock through my flesh.
“Beautiful,” he muttered and thrust harder.
My body wasn’t mine anymore. I couldn’t control my muscles at all. Everything opened and loosened, making space for my mate. Milk, slick and cum leaked out of me, smearing everywhere. I lay squashed under my monstrous mate but I was weightless…
Pascal pulled out and thrust in, pulled out, let my hole gape helplessly as he stared at it, and drove his huge cock into me again. I tensed around him.
He must have been deeper than ever before. He touched something in my center—a soft, squishy spot. I cried out when burning pleasure exploded from there.
This wasn’t like what we’d done before. No gentle lovemaking. He held me down and fucked me. His face contorted into a snarl; he pumped his hips, filling me up, stretching me out, and owning me.
“You love this, don’t you?”
I nodded frantically, my teeth rattling. Could I be high on sex alone?
“You’re still smelling of my cum, but you need it again.”
Yes. Oh yes. Fuck me full.
My womb. That was what felt so good. He was fucking into the sealed mouth of my womb.
“You look so fucking innocent. So damned young. Look at you, all smooth and pale. Such a pretty little cock and tiny pink hole. But you’re horny for dragon dick.”
Hell, yes. Pascal had turned me into a sex addict with the very first thrust.
“You want it hard, sweetheart?”
That question. Why was it so freaking hot when he said stuff like that? I couldn’t reply, but I didn’t have to. My entire being screamed yes, and he felt it. His cock dug into my guts as his words singed my skin.
“Come for me, omega. Come on my dick.”
High-pitched whines filled the room. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it was me making those noises.
The orgasm exploded from my womb. My hole clutched Pascal’s cock, trying to hold it in as it shuttled in and out of me.
But he was relentless. He fucked me through the peak and caused another, fiercer and longer. My voice grew hoarse.
When he fell between my legs and licked into my mouth, I was shaking all over. Arms wrapped around me, he circled his hips slowly, stretching me out.
“This isn’t possible,” he murmured. “You can’t be real.”
I grabbed his ass cheeks, holding him to me. It was imperative he stayed inside me.
“Still coming…” I slurred.
Pascal growled and rocked us together, carrying me through the storm.
The pressure inside me intensified for a few heartbeats, then every cell in my body sighed with relief.
The spasms slowly abated. Breathing deeply, I mellowed around the invasion in my guts.
How could something so violent feel so right?
His cockhead was pushed up against my womb, the pleasure lingering.
A powerful aftershock made me shudder, an echo of an orgasm. I moaned from deep within, then all but passed out. He kissed my forehead and lifted me from the bed. In the shower, I finally woke up from my sexual trance.
Pascal knelt at my feet and put my leg over his shoulder.
I sagged against the tiles. He lapped at my open hole and tongue-fucked me gently before soaping me up everywhere.
After taking me viciously earlier, he now worshipped me with tenderness.
He rinsed me everywhere, then mouthed my soft cock and suckled on it, looking up at me with adoration.
He kissed up my stomach, licked my nipples, and hugged me under the spray of warm water, wet skin on wet skin.
“My sweetheart,” he rasped into my ear. “I’m so in love with you.”
This wasn’t just happiness. I was close to delirium.
He wrapped me in a towel and held me upright while I brushed my teeth. Then he scooped me up and took me back to bed.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep as if I were drunk.
After a few hours, I woke up again, my cock hard and hole empty.
I didn’t question the urge. In my head there was no space for anything else but lust. I turned on the lamp, and Pascal blinked at me, awake.
“Need you,” I said. He simply smiled and threw the cover off his body.
What time was it?
It didn’t matter.
My alpha lay spread out on the bed, the firm planes of his torso and smooth skin free for me to explore and stroke and kiss.
I took a tour. I kissed and massaged his bulging pectorals, nuzzled his stomach; I gave a kiss to his cock and continued down his thighs.
I found little birthmarks and stored them in my memory.
Then I straddled him, held his cock firmly, and sank down onto it.
The big cockhead stretched me, my rim widening and shrinking, and widening again as I rocked carefully.
I lowered myself further down, savoring the ridges popping in one by one.
The fullness overwhelmed me, the pleasure almost too much to bear, so I leaned back, bracing myself on his thighs.
Now the ridges dragged along the front wall of my hole. The angle was perfect.
I rolled my hips, chasing the sensations, my cock waving in the air and balls drawing up. Pascal’s cockhead and those ridges rubbed me just right. I opened my eyes in time to see my cum fly in an arc and splatter high up on Pascal’s chest.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs, but he didn’t take over. He let me set the pace.
The orgasm swelled and mellowed out, so I sank lower. And lower still. More than two-thirds of him were inside me now. When I arched my spine, my stomach protruded. The distortion looked vicious. When I moved, the bulge traveled up and down, reaching to my bellybutton.
It looked wrong but felt amazing.
As I watched, I became mesmerized by it. I palmed it, caressed it, reveling in the sensations.
I rose and sank, and rose, and sank. Slow. Slower. Watching, taking it all in. His cock was so slick, so hot. But that was all me. My slick pouring out of me, making him all slippery, so he could press even deeper.
Deeper.
My belly looked swollen. It stung. The firm cockhead pressed into something deep inside my guts, my inner muscles tightening around it. My body still resisted, and that wouldn’t do.
I pushed down with force.
A shout tore out of my chest as his cockhead stabbed into my core. I almost crumpled. Almost. My hands on Pascal’s stomach, I regained balance.
Breathe.
The sharp sting of pain lasted only a second. I breathed slowly, willing myself to relax. He was in me. I was sitting on his hips, and he was in my body all the way.
God, he felt huge. The pressure reached into my ribcage. And it was good. Incredible.
I shifted only an inch. Where it had hurt before, the most exquisite sensation bloomed, flaring into my entire body.
“Aah. Pascal… Pascal… Aaaaah…”
The syllables just spilled out in no order whatsoever. I lost control. I fucked myself like mad, making Pascal’s cock push that button again and again. I heard him say things but didn’t understand a word, as blood boiled in my veins and my throat got raw from all the noise I was making.
Harder. Faster. I rutted and bobbed on top of him, my insides throbbing. This was fucking in its true meaning—furious and raw and senseless.
Then it all exploded. Impaled all the way, I yelled and shook, every nerve ending sizzling and crackling. I would have split into pieces if Pascal hadn’t flipped us over and hugged me.
“Shh. Shh, my love. I got you.”
He wrapped his arms around me and slowly pumped into me. To the hilt.
“My beautiful mate. My everything.”
In and out. Slowly.
The pleasure simmered in my core, endless.
“I love you, Ansel. I love you, my omega.”
His cock jerked in me, filling me with his cum. We thrust against each other, our bodies effortlessly synchronized. Pascal kept coming, deep in me, pouring his magic into me while I soaked it all up, letting it change me.
We stilled, my legs wrapped around his lower back, his balls nestled in my spread crease, his cockhead somewhere in the middle of my body. Pascal lifted his head.
His pupils were narrow now, and his irises shone golden. It didn’t scare me.
“You have the dragon’s eyes.”
“It’s just me. All of it is me.”
“I know.”
He thrust once more, his gaze fiercely possessive. I moaned for him, so full of him, my body wasn’t mine anymore.
“You’re so deep,” I managed.
Pascal thrust again.
“That’s because you’re tiny, my love.”
I chuckled brokenly. “And you’re big.”
With a playful growl he pulled out of me. I flopped onto the bed like a deflated balloon. I missed him yet felt relieved a little too. I was content to just lie there, a pool of cum in my stretched ass and every muscle in my body loose.
But Pascal wasn’t done with me.
His mouth closed around my nipple.
“Oh my God.”
He sucked the milk out of me in a lazy rhythm, one nipple, then the other, then going back to the first one. I couldn’t move. Jellified, I let him feed from me until the sky outside got lighter before dawn.
The nursing kept me under the spell, and I relived our lovemaking in my fantasies.
“I want to do this every day.” I was hoarse, my voice barely audible, but Pascal heard me.
He hummed and licked my nipple. He opened his mouth wide and sucked the flesh in. Milk trickled out, the sensation most gratifying. He swallowed and sucked harder.
“We’ll make love, you’ll come deep inside me, then we’ll do this.”
“Mhmm.”
I cupped his nape and held him to my pec. His cum was leaking out of me and onto the bedding. I didn’t care. I liked being stained and used. I would roll in his cum and lather it all over me.
“I want to suck your cock in the morning.”
“Uh-huh.”
He switched to the other nipple. The trickle of milk was weakening, but he managed to tease out a few more drops. Then he kissed up my chest and shared the taste of my milk with me.
“Shower?”
“I don’t want to.”
He grinned. “You’ll be all crusty and itchy.”
“Who cares?”
Pascal scooped me up and carried me. In the shower, he tucked me to him and washed me—my crease, my balls, and my cock. I held on to his shoulders, half asleep.
We lay wrapped in each other on his bed, and I imagined our time together spreading out in front of me, with lazy cuddling, walks, Pascal’s hand wrapped around mine, his voice in my ear, long lovemaking with candles flickering around us, and raw fucking in broad daylight.
I wanted everything.