Chapter 29 – Lance #2
"Lance, oh fuck—" she gasped as I worked my tongue around the sensitive entrance, alternating between her pussy and her ass until she was shaking against the brick.
I could feel her legs starting to give out, so I stood and spun her around again, kissing my way up her body, pausing at the crook of her neck.
"Need you inside me," she panted against my ear, her hands fumbling with my belt buckle. "Now, Lance. Please."
I reached down and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall. Her eyes widened, pupils blown with lust as I held her there with one hand while working my belt free with the other.
The desperation in her voice shattered what little restraint I had left. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with my belt, her fingers joining mine to get the fucking thing undone faster. The leather slipped free and my jeans hit the floor in record time, my boxers following a second later.
My cock sprang free, already hard and aching for her.
Morgan's eyes dropped to my cock, and she licked her lips in a way that made my knees weak. "Jesus, Lance," she breathed, reaching for me.
I caught her hand before she could touch me, knowing if she wrapped those fingers around my shaft, I'd lose what little control I had left. "Bedroom," I managed, my voice barely recognizable. "Now."
But she shook her head, pressing herself against me so my cock slid between her thighs, coating itself in her wetness. "Can't wait," she gasped. "Need you right here."
Fuck. The feel of her slick heat against my length was driving me insane. I gripped her hips, lifting her against the wall again as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock nudged against her entrance, and we both groaned at the contact.
"You sure?" I asked through gritted teeth, even as every cell in my body screamed at me to thrust into her.
"Please," she whimpered, rolling her hips to take just the head of me inside her tight pussy. "I need to feel you."
I pushed into her slowly, savoring every inch as her cunt stretched to accommodate me. The sensation was overwhelming, hot, tight, perfect. Her inner walls gripped me like a vice as I sank deeper, both of us breathing hard against each other's mouths.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groaned when I was fully seated inside her. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, but she was having none of it.
"Move," she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Lance."
I pulled out slowly until just the tip remained, then thrust back in hard. She cried out, her head falling back against the brick as I set a rhythm that had us both gasping. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside her that made her clench around me.
"That's it, baby," I growled against her throat. "Take my cock. You're so fucking wet for me."
Her pussy was gripping me so tight I could barely think straight, but I needed to get us to the bedroom before I completely lost control. The wall was good for desperation, but I wanted to worship her properly.
"Hold on to me," I commanded, my voice rough with need. I lifted her away from the wall, her legs still locked around my waist, my cock still buried deep inside her. She gasped at the sensation of me moving inside her as I carried her the few steps to our bedroom.
I lay her down on the bed with me still inside her, covering her body with mine. The moonlight streaming through the windows painted her skin silver, and I had to pause just to look at her, hair spread across the pillow, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes dark with desire.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and driving deep enough to make her eyes roll back into her head.
Her breath hitched at my words, her nails raking down my back as I picked up the pace. I could feel her walls fluttering around me, and I knew she was close already from our desperate encounter against the wall.
"That's it, baby," I panted, angling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart."
I reached between us to find her clit, circling the swollen bud with my thumb as I drove into her. Her back arched off the bed, a broken cry escaping her lips as I worked her closer to the edge.
"Lance," she gasped, her thighs trembling around my hips. "I'm going to—"
"Do it," I commanded, pressing harder against her neck. "Come for me, Morgan."
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around my cock so hard I nearly lost it right then.
She cried out my name, her body arching beneath me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her walls milking my cock. It was almost too much.
But I wasn't done with her yet.
Just as I felt my own release building, threatening to consume me, I pulled out abruptly. Morgan whimpered at the loss, her eyes flying open in confusion and need.
"Turn over," I commanded, my voice hoarse with barely contained desire.
She obeyed without hesitation, rolling onto her stomach with a grace that made my cock throb painfully. I grabbed her wrists, dragging them up above her head and pinning them there with one hand. Her breath came in quick pants against the pillow as I positioned myself behind her.
With my free hand, I kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide for me. The sight of her like this— open, completely at my mercy, nearly undid me. Her pussy was still glistening with her arousal.
I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly pushed inside her again, groaning at the different angle. This position let me go deeper, and I could feel her stretching around me as I filled her completely.
"Fuck," she moaned into the pillow, pushing back against me. "You feel so good like this."
I started moving, slow at first, savoring the way her pussy gripped me from this angle. Her wrists were still pinned above her head, and I could feel the slight struggle as she tried to move her hands, wanting to touch herself or grab the sheets.
"Stay still," I growled, tightening my grip on her wrists. "Let me take care of you."
I increased my pace, driving into her with deep, measured thrusts that had her crying out beneath me. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by her breathless moans and my own ragged breathing.
With my free hand, I trailed my fingers down her spine, feeling the way she shivered at my touch. When I reached the curve of her ass, I couldn't resist giving it a firm smack. She gasped, her pussy clenching around me in response.
"You like that?" I asked, doing it again when she pushed back against me eagerly.
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. "God, yes."
I let my thumb drift lower, teasing along the crack of her ass until I found that tight ring I'd been worshipping with my tongue earlier. She went rigid beneath me when I pressed against it gently, her breath catching.
"Relax, baby," I murmured, not pushing inside yet, just applying gentle pressure as I continued fucking her pussy. "Just feel."
She melted at my words, her body going pliant as I worked her slowly. When I felt her relax completely, I pressed my thumb past the tight ring of muscle, just the tip, making her buck beneath me with a strangled cry.
"Oh god, Lance," she gasped, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice. The dual sensation of my thumb in her ass and my cock buried deep in her cunt had her trembling uncontrollably.
I worked my thumb deeper, feeling her body fight the intrusion before gradually accepting it. Her breathing became ragged, punctuated by these desperate little whimpers that drove me absolutely wild.
"That's it, baby," I groaned, feeling her body start to tighten around both penetrations. "You're taking me so well."
I could feel another orgasm building in her, the way her muscles began to flutter and contract. When I curled my thumb slightly inside her ass while hitting that perfect spot in her pussy, she completely lost it.
"Fuck, I'm coming," she cried out, her whole body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
Her pussy milked my cock ruthlessly while her ass clenched around my thumb, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from following her over the edge.
I pulled my thumb free from her ass, and she whimpered at the loss. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, but I could see the way she pressed back against me, silently begging for more.
I reached over to the nightstand, my hands shaking as I fumbled for the bottle of lube I kept in the top drawer. Morgan turned her head to watch me, her eyes wide with understanding and anticipation.
"Lance," she breathed, and I could hear both nervousness and desire in her voice.
"I know, baby," I said, coating my fingers first, then my cock with the slick liquid. "We'll go slow. If you want me to stop—"
"I don't," she said quickly, then more quietly, "I trust you."
Those three words nearly undid me completely. After everything we'd been through, everything that had tried to tear us apart, she still trusted me with this. With her body, her pleasure, her vulnerability.
I positioned myself at her tight entrance, the head of my cock already slick with lube. "Breathe for me," I murmured, pressing forward just enough to breach that initial ring of muscle. She gasped, her whole body tensing as I held perfectly still, letting her adjust to the foreign sensation.
"How does that feel?" I asked, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Full," she whispered, her breathing shallow. "So full. But good. God, Lance, it's..."
I pushed forward another inch, watching her face carefully for any sign of pain. But all I saw was pleasure mixed with wonder, her lips parted as she processed the new sensations.
"More," she breathed, and I nearly came right then from those words alone.
I worked myself deeper, inch by torturous inch, until I was fully seated inside her ass. The feeling was indescribable, tighter than anything I'd ever experienced, her body gripping me like a hot, silken glove. We were both trembling, both breathing hard.
"Jesus Christ, Morgan," I groaned, my forehead dropping to rest between her shoulder blades. "You feel incredible."
She made a sound that was half laugh, half moan. "Move," she whispered. "Please, I need you to move."
I started slow, pulling out just slightly before pressing back in. Each gentle thrust sent shockwaves through both of us, her ass squeezing me so tight I could barely think. The sounds she was making, these breathy, desperate whimpers, were driving me to the edge of sanity.
"Fuck, you're perfect," I groaned, establishing a careful rhythm. Every movement was deliberate, controlled, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. But I could feel her body relaxing around me, accepting me deeper.
“Lance…” she breathed. The plea in her voice shattered my restraint. I gripped her hips tighter and increased my pace, still careful but with more purpose. The slick heat of her ass gripping my cock was unlike anything I'd ever felt, tighter, more intense, more intimate somehow.
I reached around to find her clit, needing to give her more pleasure to balance the intensity. The moment my fingers made contact, she cried out, her whole body jerking beneath me.
"Oh god, yes," she moaned, grinding back against me as I worked her swollen bud in slow circles. Her ass clenched around my cock with every pass of my thumb over her clit, and I could feel my own control starting to fracture.
"That's it, baby," I panted, my rhythm becoming more urgent. "Feel how deep I am inside you. Feel how perfectly you take my cock."
She was pushing back against me now, meeting every thrust, her body having fully accepted this new invasion. The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight ass over and over again was hypnotic, obscene, beautiful.
"I can't—" she gasped, her voice breaking. "Lance, I'm going to come again."
"Do it," I commanded, pressing harder against her clit while driving deep into her ass. "Come with my cock buried in your ass. Let me feel you fall apart."
Her third orgasm hit her like lightning, her entire body seizing as pleasure crashed over her in waves.
Her ass contracted around me so violently that I couldn't hold back anymore.
With a roar of her name, I buried myself to the hilt and came harder than I ever had in my life, pumping her full of my cum.
Holy shit. I collapsed on top of her, pinpricks of heat flooding my body. I was dead. I was certain this was death, but fucking hell, what a way to go.
The only thing motivating me to move was the thought that I was crushing her. She was so damn tiny. Still seated deep inside her, I rolled us to our sides.. My cock should have been deflating, but Christ, I was still semi hard.
If I stayed any longer, I might get hard again. Just the thought of it made me twitch, but shit, I didn’t want to hurt her. I’d only ever used my fingers on her before. I’d never fucked her ass.
I didn’t want her to be sore.
I carefully pulled out of her, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. She immediately rolled over to face me, her eyes bright with satisfaction and something deeper. A contentment I hadn't seen in months.
"Holy shit," her voice hoarse from crying out.
"You okay?" I asked, brushing a damp braid from her forehead. "I wasn't too rough?"
"More than okay," she murmured. "That was... so good.”
"You were incredible," I said, meaning every word. "So fucking perfect, baby." I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I forced myself to leave her to go get her a warm washcloth.
I cleaned her up quickly before sliding back into bed. “I’m so happy to be home with you.”
“Home. I love the sound of that.”