Chapter 7 #3
I give her more of myself. More mouth, more fingers. Two of them slip into her cunt, which forms an iron grip around my fingers. That tight a squeeze around my cock is gonna feel like nothing else ever did.
Jeez, I’m insane, but I want to try it.
It’s probably a good thing that my clothes are on the bedroom floor and the nearest condom there with them, or it’d be more than my fingers inside her now.
As it is, I’m forced to give my cock a good squeeze to get my libido in check.
The efforts leave sticky dots against the inside of my fore-arm.
I’m achingly hard. I want to get inside her, so we crash together all fury and delirium.
Fuck the society and its rules. Fuck labels. They don’t mean a thing right now.
I don’t actually think about returning to my feet. One moment I’m on my knees driving my tongue into her pussy, and the next I’m towering over her and driving that same tongue hard into her willing mouth. All this is so much better and worse than I tried desperately hard not to imagine it would be.
I’m so damned turned on that even the whisper of air against my naked butt cheeks as we move makes me hyperventilate. When Kira’s tongue finds my ear, I know I’m doomed.
It’s a split second decision.
She’s so wet and soft, and I’m so achingly hard, I feel like a pneumatic drill that’s been held an inch from the ground. Vibrating away, but achieving nothing. That’s gotta change.
Kira wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her through to the bedroom, where we crash down onto the bed.
“Fuck me, Dylan,” she pleads.
“Yeah.” That’s definitely the plan. A plan that unfortunately involves tearing myself away from her for a couple of seconds so I can grab a condom.
I rip and roll, and I’m straight back to her.
Want some of this?
Damn fucking right I do.
You should say please.
I don’t beg, but if it’s good, I promise I’ll say thank you afterwards.
If it’s good? Oh, babe… It’s going to be way better than that. It’s already way better than that.
We lock together tight. Her back to the mattress, one thigh raised and hooked behind me.
My dick swells further as it finds her groove and rides along it.
Damn—I bite my lips—who’d have thought sliding against a pussy would feel this good?
She moves, lifts her hips, angling me towards her core.
My cock starts slipping into her. I swear it’s an agenda all of its own. Or not. I can’t deny I want her bad.
I’m far out into dangerous waters, and there’s no longer any sign of the shore.
I bite her bared shoulder as the head of my dick is squeezed inside her.
I’ve fucked plenty of guys, but this is different. Sliding into her is like pulling on a glove that’s been tailor made to fit.
Kira moves against me, so that when our hips connect, I burrow deep, all the way in until I can’t get any further.
Even with my face buried in her hair, I can’t muffle the shocked bleats I make.
“You’re not going to come right away and ruin this are you?”
“No, I’m fucking not.”
She flutters her inner muscles around my cock, and I’m not prepared for it. I didn’t know that was a thing that women did. As a result, I’m nearly a goner, but she grips my arse and uses the bite of her nails to tug me back from the edge.
“Are you with me Dylan?”
I give my dumb head a shake. “Yeah, right here.”
“Good, cause I need you to nail me hard.”
“Like it rough, do you?”
“I like you—” she draws her tongue up the side of my neck, “—all hot and heavy above me, with your pneumatic dick, even if I know you’re a liar, and a fool, and a bastard, I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit.”
I drive us both hard into the mattress. The headboard is fixed to the wall, or it’d be drilling holes in the plaster.
She might be curvy and soft and smooth as silk, but she’s my match in every way.
We fuck and roll and claw at one another, sometimes I’m on top, sometimes it’s Kira.
I lose my mind as the pressure builds. A massive roller banks at the base of my cock.
My spine is rigid. Everything aches, and every inch of my skin prickles.
Kira’s pussy is milking me: squeeze and release…
squeeze and release. I bite my lips trying to stop myself from crying out.
This is the most intense kind of agony…beautiful torture that I can’t get enough of.
The squeeze of her around me, it’s so damned tight, and too damned good.
I want to come. I know I’m going to come.
We’re moving together so rapidly, there’s no way it’s not going to happen.
It’s all raw, unfiltered pleasure. My balls are full of it.
I can’t stop moving, can’t slow down, or stop grinding us together.
I feel the flutter of her pussy around me, then she’s liquid and heat as she comes. She sobs into my shoulder, teeth against my collar bone, queenly, in that moment of pure bliss.
I’m not used to this sort of ride. The tight rhythmic squeeze on my cock has me arching my back. I come hard, one hand tight on her arse, the other caught in the short strands of her hair, all of me buried deep inside of her.
The boom of my heart is so loud inside my head, it sounds like I’m ejaculating cannon balls.
It’ll be a fucking miracle if the condom’s still intact.