Chapter 21 #3
He keeps giving me licks all over, on both my holes and Jesus Christ, I’ve never felt hotter in my life.
Hotter and wetter and more turned on.
I even go so far as to pull at my t-shirt. I try to take it off because I’m sweating and shaking like crazy, all because he’s eating not only my peach-like pussy, he’s also tasting my ass.
But I think I overestimated my strength because I can only get my t-shirt up to my neck, to expose my tits to the night, before my hands give up.
Before I’m coming on his tongue and he’s drinking everything like he always does. He’s slurping and working his mouth on my pussy to get all of it, to not even miss a drop.
When he’s done, I feel him take his mouth off and stand up.
I’m too weak to look back at him but still, I open my eyes and watch him emerge from the ground. I watch his shiny jaw and mouth, making him look even more like the sun. I watch him while he takes his dick out of his pants, his big, beautiful dick, and snaps the condom on.
I watch while he watches me, all silent and breathing hard as he grabs my naked hips and positions his cock at my still-pulsing entrance.
But when I see the muscles of his abdomen flex and his hips jerking forward, I can’t anymore.
I can’t watch because he’s inside of me and I have to shut my eyes tightly.
Because oh my God, it’s so big and good and fuck, it hurts that all I can do is grind my head into the wall and moan.
My pussy pulses over his massive length and he grunts loudly, louder than he’s ever grunted before, and his forehead drops to my shoulder and my own head somehow comes back to rest on his.
When his other hand, the one not gripping my hip, settles on my bare stomach, I gasp out, “It’s so big. Why does it feel so big? Like this…”
His dick jerks inside of me and I gasp again.
“Because you’re still tight as fuck. Like a virgin. Even after I’ve stretched your hole a hundred times,” he groans, rolling his forehead on my shoulder. “And because I’ve never had you like this.”
“Like what?” I pant, my hands slipping on the wall.
He raises his head, his rough cheek brushing against mine, and whispers in my ear, “Like a dog in heat.”
My channel pulses at his crass words – crass and delicious and somehow so erotic – and he has to pump into me. Once, twice, short and jerky motions.
And I have to put my hand over his where he’s grabbing my belly. “I feel you in my…”
“Where?” he asks when I don’t pick up the thread.
I was going to say stomach. That I feel him in my stomach but that’s… wrong.
I don’t feel him in my stomach.
I feel him somewhere deeper.
Much, much deeper.
I turn my head to look at him. “In my womb.”
His chest shudders at my back and his face grows mean with lust. I think even his cock swells inside me, grows to insane, obscene proportions as it presses into my womb, my very femininity.
The very thing that makes me who I am.
The girl with all the feelings, all the emotions.
The girl in doomed love.
With the guy who’s fucking her.
Who presses his hand on her stomach and strokes it, as if feeling for the ridge of his thick cock invading my body in such achy and wonderful ways.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks, his eyes narrowed, his hand massaging.
“In a good way.”
He digs his fingers into my belly as his eyes go dark, darker than before.
“Good.” He moves his hips, his pelvis grazing against my bare ass, making me whimper with the pressure.
“Because I want to fuck that womb too. I need to fuck that womb. I need everything you have. Every fucking thing, Salem. Everything you have belongs to me. It’s mine. All of it.”
His words, possessive and growly, hit me in the very thing he wants to fuck, my womb, and I push my hips back.
I take him in further while moaning, “Yes, all of it. All of it belongs to you.”
He takes me then.
He stretches me in new ways, making space for himself in the corners that I didn’t even think existed before.
He presses his palm on my stomach, as if squeezing out my juices and greasing up his cock even more, and I moan again.
I squeeze his fingers on my stomach and bring my other hand away from the wall and over to the back of his neck as he moves inside of me. He’s slowly picking up the rhythm and his body is pushing into me with every ram of his cock.
And I let him ride me as I hold onto him.
He pounds, pounds, pounds inside of me and I realize that he goes in so easily now. So wonderfully as if he’s slicing through creamy, soft butter.
Every time he goes in, he jabs me in the womb and I scream. And every time I scream, he pushes harder inside of me, his hand digs deeper into my stomach, massages it in broad strokes as if soothing the hurt he’s causing.
But the hurt is so good, so delicious that I only want more of it.
So I surrender.
I go flush with the wall, my nipples scraping against it as I writhe between the bricks and him.
All the while he keeps fucking me, practically bouncing me in his lap and I realize that the wall I’m stuck to is pulsing too.
Both with our violent, passionate fucking, and the music.
The sad love songs.
I can’t be sure what song it is but I hear violins and melancholy and I let the years and years of love wash over my body.
I let the music – the one he’s creating with his grunts and his slapping hips, and the one seeping through the walls – soak into my skin.
Letting go of my hip, he reaches his hand up and wraps it around my throat. Then he bends my neck to the side and for the first time ever, sinks his teeth over my pounding pulse and sucks on it.
And like a crazy girl I smile.
I smile because he’s giving me a hickey.
He’s taking a bite out of my pulse, my heart, the heart that’s filled with all the love for him, and I come.
My womb contracts.
My pussy clenches over his ramming length and I have to give up the violins pulsing through the wall and arch up against his chest.
But it’s okay.
I’ll give up everything for him, all the sad love songs and all the bike rides. All the desolate bridges and lonely places.
I’ll give up myself because I belong to him.
I belong to my darling Arrow.
As soon as I think that, he comes too.
He comes with a roar, his hands clenching and clenching my flesh and his hips stumbling and jerking against me.
His cock expands so much that I think the latex will burst and all the ropes of his cum will shower over my womb. And my greedy, lovesick womb will absorb it like I absorbed the violins and his violent fucking.
My entire body will absorb him.
Absorb everything he gives me.
The guy I’m in doomed love with.
My Arrow.