Chapter 37
Louhi
Fuck yes, I understand.
My pussy flutters wildly, uncontrollably. I moan, dropping to my elbows. Arousal and excitement roll through me like molten lava. I’m wound so tightly that I’m not even sure I can form coherent words at this point.
I’m wet and wanting. I can no longer recall what brought me down here in the first place.
Soft groans clatter in my throat, and I thrust my hips back, begging Sean, pleading with him to give me something, anything more than just his fingers.
I need him.
He told me to physically stop him if I didn’t want him to fuck me, and while I could if I wanted to, who in their right mind would stop this man from desecrating their body? It sure as shit won’t be me.
“I want to hear you beg me. Say, ‘Please fuck my ass, Sean.’”
Jeesus Kristus.
“Please—please, fuck my arse.”
I yelp as Sean’s hand connects with my right cheek, hard, as though heated nettles were whacked against my skin. It stings in the most addictive way.
“I know you can follow orders. Try again,” he commands, his voice more gruff and guttural than usual.
A long, drawn-out moan rattles in my throat, and I squirm against him.
I’ve been fucked like this before, but ordinarily, I’d like to prep a little first. I’m not going to spiral over that, though. If Sean doesn’t mind, why should I?
Sean’s fingers bruise the flesh of my backside as he squeezes firmly before landing another blow to the other cheek, reminding me that I’m taking too long to comply with his instructions.
He continues to assault my pussy with his fingers, thrusting in and out of me languidly, and I wriggle beneath him, whimpering.
Through panted breaths, I plead, “Please…fuck my arse, Sean.”
“Since you begged me so sweetly, I think I will…but not yet.”
I’m halfway through the roll of my eyes when he adds, “Now, lay over the bench.”
My brain doesn’t process his order fast enough, because the next thing I know, Sean is physically throwing me over the end of the bench.
The cushioned pad is skinny, so it only supports my ribcage and stomach.
I’m positioned so that I’m still staring in the mirror.
My bony knees drive into the hard mats almost painfully, but it’s not unmanageable.
In the mirror, I watch as his head disappears behind me.
A fraction of a second later, he’s licking me all the way from my clit to my arse.
My pussy becomes a drumline, pulsing of its own accord as my body heats.
He laps at my tight back hole, and I moan, low and deep.
It feels so good, like he’s lighting me on fire from the inside out.
His hand moves to the back of my neck, his fingertips digging into the sides uncomfortably. As he continues to lick and suck at me, his right palm connects with the back of my thigh. Sean harmonizes the combined pleasure and pain until my body sings a beautiful song.
My eyelids flutter as my orgasm begins to crest, and I ride the wave until black dots dance across my vision. He releases my neck and slaps my clit. The hit is sharp and unexpected.
“I think you need a little more pain, baby? Is that what you want?” He yanks my head back hard so that my eyes are wild as I peer up at the can lights in the ceiling.
His hand comes down and cracks across my face.
It’s more startling than anything. I grin as a laugh that borders on something unhinged bubbles from me.
If anyone else had dared to slap me, I’d cut off their hands. Sean is the sole exception to the rule.
In our reflection, I can tell that his eyes have gone dark and crazed in a way that makes me smile. I love it when he’s like this.
He hits me again, and I arch my back with a keening groan.
My clit pulses as I rock backwards, pressing into him involuntarily.
Like a reward, Sean slides his fingers over my cunt.
The act makes a sloppy, obscene sound, alerting us both to just how much I’m enjoying this.
Then, he thrusts two fingers into me and curls them. Perkele.
“I love the way you get off on this. Your cunt is crying out for it. I bet you want me to hurt you some more, don’t you? We both know you like that.” Bloody fucking hell, the mouth on this man is filthier than an abandoned public loo.
I shudder as he unexpectedly spats, his saliva running down my crack. He removes his digits, my natural lubrication coating his fingers as he presses one against the tight ring.
“Relax for me, Lou.”
I do as he commands, forcing my muscles to release their tension.
When he begins to finger-fuck me, I can’t help but whine.
He groans, adding a second finger, and I slowly begin to move my hips, adjusting to the incredible intrusion.
Eventually, he slides a third finger into me, stretching me as much as possible, priming me for his fat cock.
“I wish you could see yourself all stretched out for me.”
I clench around him instinctively, and he grunts, spreading his fingers wide as he slides them deeper. The unmistakable sound of his trousers being shoved down ricochets off the concrete walls, and he’s suddenly plowing into my aching cunt.
He reaches around with his free hand to stroke my throbbing clit. The sensory overload has me falling apart within moments. I chant his name as my entire body trembles. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. The orgasmic wave crashes over me, obliterating me in the best way.
Sean fucks me through my climax, matching the punishing pace of his thrusts with the tempo of his fingers in my arse.
My knees ache as they drill into the hard floor, but I let the sensation feed my arousal, and another keening moan reverberates through the room when the overwhelming sensations threaten to attack me.
He’s rubbing my clit in a perfect rhythm, so it’s not long before another orgasm threatens to overtake me.
“Keep coming for me, and I’ll give you what you really want.
” His order is stern and sharp. In our reflection, Sean’s eyebrows crease while his jaw tics.
I whimper, my cunt overly sensitive now.
My eyes burn as tears prick the backs of my eyes.
“You look incredible with your tight ass eating my fingers.”
He must know the effect his lewd, wicked words have on me because with his next powerful thrust, I completely and utterly fall apart…again. I cry out, the release somehow more powerful than any before it. “Sean!” I scream when the tremors don’t seem to subside.
I don’t even realize anything’s happened until his menacing chuckle vibrates against my skin. “That’s my dirty girl, soaking the floor.”
Before the tremors have even begun to subside, he’s pinching my clit all over again. Tears fall down my face in earnest as I devolve into a messy shell of myself.
He spits on my hole once again before withdrawing his cock and gripping me by the hips. Dragging me off the bench, he sets me in his lap so that I’m facing him.
Dazedly, I plant my feet on either side of his hips as he positions himself at my rear entrance.
“This is going to hurt,” he warns.
Not any more than having my toenails ripped out. We both know that saliva isn’t the same as lube, but I like it when it aches, so I sink onto him in feverish desperation to have him fill me.
He’s right; it hurts, but I bask in the pain, letting it nourish my arousal. I relinquish a long moan as he slowly pushes into me, my body hoovering him up.
A string of unrestrained curses flies from Sean’s lips that are tipped back toward the ceiling, mirroring my own language.
It feels like forever before he’s fully seated, but when his massive erection finally fills me completely, my eyes find the back of my skull.
I rest my forearms on his incredibly muscled traps, lifting slightly, using his shoulders for leverage as I shift my hips, silently imploring him to move.
“Always so greedy for me to fuck you,” he remarks, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. My heels scramble for purchase behind him, but he grips my hips. While his gaze is still dark, there’s something new there now, something…tender. “I love being inside you, Lou.”
He reaches up and swipes the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, almost reverently. Between that and the look in his eye, I feel as though he’s just redirected things down a different path, one that seems a lot more like making love than getting fucked into next week.
Engaging my quads, I raise up, about to take control of the situation and ride him like a racehorse, but his hold on my waist becomes firm and dominating.
“Hey.” He reminds me who’s in charge with only the flex of his fingers. “Slow down, baby.”
Now that he’s back in control, he starts rocking, and I match the movements as he finds my clit. It feels good…really good, and I begin to steadily rise and fall over his cock. I close my eyes, my body feeding on the frenzy of sensations.
His hand gently slides into the back of my hair. “Look at me, Lou. Watch my face as I claim you this way.”
Where my moans were frantic earlier, they’re of the sensual variety now. Small, guttural groans rattle in Sean’s throat between breathy pants. Male moans are severely underrated. Heat spreads through me faster than a forest fire, my hips gently bucking and rocking.
His face is carved from dreams, his gaze reverent as he takes me in. Our bodies slot together seamlessly as he bands his free arm around my waist and holds me to him. “Fuck, Lou, you were made for me.”
I kiss him. Our lips tangle as my body hums a lovely tune I’ve never heard before.
I lean back slightly and groan as he hits something deep and delicious inside me.
Sliding my tongue inside his mouth, I explore him.
The experience is sultry, transcendent even, and I wonder if I’ve been cast into another realm of pleasure, perhaps another planet.
I’m wholly annihilated. Sean infiltrates every cell of my body, our connection sparking to life, sating the vicious-tongued beast within me. My vision fractures and blurs, my body splintering and convulsing. My pussy and arse tighten and spasm as I lose myself to rapture.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” Sean praises me as I float down from my high like calm snow falling from menacing grey clouds.
I’ve never known euphoria like the kind he’s introduced me to, and I never want to know ecstasy at anyone else’s hands again. We were made for each other.
He spills himself inside me with a gravelly, masculine groan.
As our heartbeats slow and synchronize, we sit there, our bodies and souls locked together on the floor.
As he tucks me tightly to his chest, I smile broadly against his skin, completely lost in utter bliss.
He’d promised at Ex-I that he’d claim me this way.
While it was far better than I could’ve imagined, I never could’ve anticipated the warm, fuzzy feelings that the experience has left me with.
If I were a mountain, he just staked his flag at my summit.