35 #2
Her wish. My command.
Clamping her waist, I strode between those open thighs, angled my erection, and flung my waist. With a victorious cry, Aspen snapped backward. The full length of my cock lurched into the sweet clutch of her pussy, the soft lips clamping around me to the seat.
A groan emptied from the pit of my chest, the sound captivated and haunted, ejecting from somewhere near my heart.
Fearful of my own demise, I hadn’t dared to imagine what this woman would feel like clasping my cock.
Nothing compared to the soaked cleft wrapping around my flesh, squeezing to the base.
Our moans tangled in the eventide air. Aspen’s buttocks expanded, accommodating the diameter of my length, the depth of my penetration. That drenched passage sucked me in, so that my cock pulsed, the skin feverish against her own.
How perfectly we fit.
I watched her head slant to the clouds, all that hair scattering around her face, and those fingernails embedding into the facade.
Such a vision, this view of Aspen’s resplendent body naked, standing at the top of this wild, moonlight spilling across her shocked profile, eyes sealed in wonder, and holding me inside her. I would take the image to my grave.
But first, I would honor my pledge to fuck her soundly.
We spewed gruff noises, relishing this long-anticipated mating.
Then we unleashed. Naked and armed to the teeth, I reeled my hips backward, drawing my erection from her cunt.
A despairing whine coiled from Aspen’s lungs, which sharpened into another cry when I lurched my waist forward, the point of my dick spearing into her again.
Blood swirled in my sac as I repeated the motion, sloping out and pistoning in. Then again. And again. Breaking into a rapid tempo, I beat my cock back and forth with fervent strokes. The impact jostled Aspen, punting her toward the vista, every jab wringing sobs from her throat.
Each time, her pussy gripped me tighter, wetting me anew. My bare cock prickled, the tumult mounting.
Matching my endurance, Aspen flatted her palms on the crenelations and used the leverage to haul her backside in reverse. Launching toward my waist, she bucked her cleft into me with abandon, her pussy groping my cock.
A strangled hiss cut from my lips. The unbridled friction rolled my eyes to the back of my scalp.
Fitful sounds poured off Aspen’s tongue, synching with the noises skidding from my throat. Anger and desire fueled our stamina, Aspen’s waiting pussy taking the brunt of my cock and shoving in kind, our hips snapping into one another.
“Fuck,” she vented into the woods. “Oh fuck, Aire!”
Unbidden, a string of words discharged from me like a natural reflex. “What were you saying about good men and their noble manner of copulating?”
“I never said copulate. I said fu—”
Fastening onto her waist, I anchored Aspen in place and lashed my groin.
Pelting quicker, I proved my argument, purging her of every assumption and misconception.
Indeed, she’d merely been egging me on, taunting me, knowing she would succeed.
Nonetheless, I thrashed my buttocks and tore her moans to shreds, revoking this dispute.
Shouting, Aspen responded in the way I craved. Exerting her own power, the fierce woman rammed her ass against my cock, taking me harsher.
My rasp cleaved through the wind. Raking my fingers to the axe handle, I snatched its circumference and exercised it like a lever, heaving Aspen into my cock. At the same time, I circled my waist, accentuating the motions.
Aspen’s stunned holler filled my ears. This, she hadn’t experienced with someone else. The knowledge flooded me with adrenaline, for this woman wasn’t the only one who knew how to brandish her weapons to a unique degree.
Glancing down, my eyes landed on the divine spectacle of her ass bouncing. That lovely cunt spread around my lunging cock, saturating the darkened crown.
“Harder,” she imposed.
I obeyed, hammering rough. For this woman had the strength of an army and could take what I gave her.
“Faster,” she wheezed.
On a haggard groan, I complied. My free hand cupped one breast, and my hips sprinted, my erection jutting between her walls. Sweat varnished my skin, and my head fell onto her shoulder in supplication, my ass vaulting at an immeasurable speed.
Our shouts turned livid, undomesticated. Overcome, I bent into Aspen. Seeking her hands, my palms covered her own. And together, we smashed our waists into each other.
Heat gushed to my sac. Sensitivity crested to the head of my phallus, threatening to unbalance me.
Gods. Oh, fucking gods.
“That’s it,” she screeched. “Make me come!”
“Like a fighter,” I gritted. “Come like a fighter. Come on.”
Her pussy tensed. Her weeping ebbed, stalling at the edge of her slack mouth. Then her body seized up.
We hovered, mouths ajar, and shattered. Aspen’s vertebrae bowed, her joints shook, and a scream blasted from her lips. Her pussy ruptured around my cock, liquid dripping from the slit, dousing me to the base.
Out of my mind, I combusted. A roar grated from my chest and struck Aspen’s hair, my thick cock spasmed in pleasure, and fluid spurted from the head. We rocked into the orgasm, our bodies lunging, our cum mixing, an onslaught of noise peeling from the tower.
At length, we collapsed into each other. Oxygen powered from my burning lungs. My arm slung across Aspen’s midriff, holding her upright, protecting her from slipping.
Condemnation. This pause lasted for a trifling second.
Then we sprang apart. Aspen rolled her backside, and I slung my hips, freeing our genitals. Uttering a desperate moan, she whirled on me. Muttering a similar noise, I captured this woman in my arms and hoisted her off the parapet floor.
She bounded from the stones and landed against my weight, her limbs hooking around my waist beneath the scabbards. Knotting her ankles across my naked buttocks, Aspen wound herself around me and hummed into my mouth, “You’re a beast.”
I bracketed her ass and swore, “Only with you.”
“Then fuck me again.”
My thoughts precisely. Standing in place, I extended one arm beneath her rump and clamped the back of her head. In tandem, a discordant noise crept out of me as her fingers gripped my cock and fitted the pome to her trench, warmth and remnant arousal inundating my flesh.
Pinning her like this, I gyrated my backside, laboring the muscles and sloping my cock vertically. The slick entry wrought a satisfied groan from us. So easy, so smooth.
Astride my cock, Aspen cranked her thighs, careening up and down. A hiss struck the roof of my mouth. Pleasure spiraled up my limbs, and a flux of heat raced up my erection.
I doubled my efforts, lashing my waist, lancing my cock upright. The force threw Aspen higher, her breasts undulating. As I cast myself into her, the female’s gaze branded itself with mine, dredging up how this happened, why this tempest began in the first place.
Indignation chewed on my cartilage. It clashed with every rapturous aspiration, passion feeding off my temper, the tension racketing up my desire.
Features crimping, pupils dilating, Aspen exhibited the same uproar. Thus, she vaulted on my cock swifter. Mutual discord tightened our hold on one another. Fraught by this motivation, I pounded my cock, swiping my hips farther, deeper, stronger.
We laid siege, battling through it, fight-fucking.
Howling over each other, this female and I dominated the wild.
She rode above me, trapping my jaw in her hand, angling me to watch her.
As she straddled my length, I contributed my own form of retaliation.
Widening my stance, I pumped my hips, applying every muscle into the motions.
Our mouths hung open, the pressure exquisite, the stress euphoric. Crushed together, we combatted with equal skill. My growls and her shouts rang out, my cock piling her cunt, her flesh grating against mine.
Stalking forward, I dropped Aspen atop the merlon. With my dick still attached to her, I secured the female to me and thrust longer, tougher. Hoarse shrieks toppled from us, my weight tilting over hers, Aspen’s thighs shearing farther apart to compensate.
Darkness pooled across the forest. In the shadows, those eyes flashed like the explosives she’d dispatched tonight.
My lady. My hero.
I hummed, festered, forgot how to properly make noise. My hips raced, pistoning her cunt, fucking into her so thoroughly, she would feel the shape of me indefinitely. Dedicating myself to this mission, I chased her next orgasm, devoting myself to it, hankering for it.
Aspen flooded my balls, pleasure spilling from her pussy, the pleats contracting once more.
She leaned back, extending her palms to the stone seat, the better to see me fuck her with the swords affixed to my spine.
At this angle, she steepled her knees, enabling me to link my arm beneath a thigh and lock her to me.
Spanning that leg outward, I opened her wider and flung my waist. Her face cramped, beautiful anguish tweaking her expression. I sensed the crescendo, felt it within the soft pulsation of her body and the waves of satisfaction coursing through her.
“Yes,” I husked.
“Yes,” she implored.
My muscles burned, gathering speed. Her limbs stiffened, thighs strangling my waist. I jabbed my cock once, twice more, and our wails scattered like debris.
White spots burst behind my eyelids. My features contorted, and her expression slackened, her walls pulsating around me.
Jets of heat steamrolled through my blood, the tip of my dick shuddering, the crown pouring fluid. A final yell tore from my throat. I climaxed at a decibel that should have been heard across the kingdom, joining Aspen’s mighty cry as she came like a thunderbolt in my arms.
The whole time, we kept our eyes open. Through the shockwaves, we watched one another come undone, her soft pussy drenching me, my cock filling her to the brim.
At some point, we crashed to earth. I wrenched Aspen upright, stood on ungainly legs, and crushed her to the facade. Her breasts inflated into my pectorals, each of us seeking the same wisps of oxygen, the chilled night air rushing over our damp skin.
Fuck. I shook my head, at a loss and never more certain in my life.
Bracing my thumb and forefinger against her chin, I bolstered her face to mine. “You are a blight upon my peace,” I vowed on a gasp. “And a flame to my soul.”