Chapter 2 #4
Of course, once he gets the rest of his cock in me, my thoughts aren’t on things being awkward.
They’re a little too focused on “oh gods, I have his huge dick inside of me.” He stops once he’s all the way in, running his hands up and down my thighs and chest while I adjust. When I’m ready, I give him a squeeze, smiling to myself when I feel his dick twitch in response.
He kisses my calf as he starts to move, pulling out only an inch or two before pushing back in.
His hips find a steady rhythm as he pumps himself in and out of my body.
He’s pulling out at least halfway on each stroke, and I’m really starting to feel it.
My hole is relaxed, no longer feeling any burn, just the pleasant feeling that comes as he slides over my prostate and the familiar pressure that starts building in my groin.
My cock is half-hard, as it usually is when I’m getting fucked, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto my stomach.
My hole trembles as his speed increases, the pressure nearing its peak.
The more we’ve done this, the easier it’s gotten for me to cum this way.
A dry, prostate, or anal orgasm: I’ve heard them referred to as all three by now.
I reach both hands down to squeeze behind his thighs, encouraging him to keep fucking me through it.
I bite my lip as it washes over me, exhaling with a moan when I feel my hole futilely pushing out. Yeah, that’s the good stuff.
He keeps up this rhythm for the next few minutes, fucking me through one more orgasm before I feel him start to lose control.
Which works for me because as I said, the ground isn’t exactly comfortable.
I move my legs from his shoulders, reaching up for him with my arms. He lowers himself, bending me in half while keeping his dick buried to the hilt.
I’m essentially being held down on my shoulders, and I am really glad we lucked out on a patch of grass without any rocks.
At this angle and with more leverage, the speed he’s fucking me increases.
A lot. He’s got both his hands under my arms, gripping my shoulders to hold me in place.
He kisses me, fast, hard, and sloppy, all tongue and teeth.
The strength of his thrusts threatens to slide me off the blanket.
He growls into my mouth as he slams his hips into me, and boy, I didn’t think I was gonna cum a third time, but I am there.
Apparently, setting me off is enough to set him off, and he growls again as his dick pulses inside of me.
I can feel his cum, hot and thick as it shoots into me, his body pressing forward with every shot.
His hands are still squeezing my shoulders, holding me to him tightly as he unloads.
By the time he’s finished, I just know I’m gonna leave a mess on this blanket when he pulls out, no matter how hard I try to hold it in.
We pull our faces apart and catch our breaths, our bodies covered in sweat that we traded for the water covering us earlier.
May as well take another dip. He leans up, releasing my legs so they can fall around his hips, and they are definitely going to be sore later.
I reach a hand up and run it down his chest.
Worth it.
Carefully, he pulls back, allowing his softening length to slip out of me gently, a familiar sticky, wet feeling following.
I try to tighten up by reflex and am reminded how useless that is when I feel a familiar twinge of pain and no less of a mess.
Oh well, not my blanket. Khazak falls beside me, pulling me into him and throwing his arm over my waist.
“Wow,” I say again.
“Wow indeed.” He strokes a hand down my cheek. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Yeah, a lot.” I nod, kissing his palm. “Though I’d still take a rough roll in the hay with the brute any day.”
“I do not think he has plans to go anywhere.” He leans in to kiss me. “What did you think of the springs?”
“They’re amazing.” They really are. Kinda sad we have to leave now. “Thank you for bringing me.”
“I hope I can bring you back.” He leans in to nuzzle my neck. “And now you can tell my sister I finally brought you.”
“I’ll be sure to do that.” I roll my eyes, pulling my head back so I can kiss him softly on the lips. Then my stomach growls. Right, we haven’t eaten yet, and other than Khazak’s load, I’m emptier than usual right now.
“I suppose we should get back to camp.” Khazak sighs, standing and holding out a hand for me.
“Do you think they’ve finished carving up that pig yet?” I ask, stretching my sore limbs and following Khazak to the water to rinse off once more.
“Only one way to find out.” We both dunk ourselves in the water quickly, and I take the opportunity to clean the cum that’s leaked onto my thighs.
Khazak rolls up the blanket after using some of the cleaner and dryer portions to dry us off. When I’m finished lacing up my boots and we turn to leave, I give the Shad’rok Springs one final look. I really hope we come back here before I leave in a couple of months.
“I think next time I want to figure out how you can fuck me under the waterfall.” Priorities!