Chapter 29 #4
“Don’t you dare. I’m barely holding on by a thread right now. Just don’t.”
His glare deepened when she bit her bottom lip, his aggression calling to her perfectly. She didn’t realise how delicious it was to see and hear a man so pent-up with need for her, and she had this naughty desire to make him feral.
Her eyes darted down to it and lingered there.
“Come for me again,” he grated, releasing her hand to cup a breast. “I can’t take much more. I want to watch this time.”
Unfortunately, that wasn’t how it worked. He couldn’t just ask for it and have it happen. Her third orgasm took longer to break over her, took more effort from him, and by the time it did, Carwyn was weak.
It didn’t make it any less intense, though; her body was oversensitive and sore.
Her little moans were soft, broken, and cracked from already crying out. Her arms didn’t have the strength to lift up and hold him, so she fisted the bedding as she tossed her head to the side.
She thought she might’ve heard him mutter, “So pretty,” but she was too busy disintegrating into a million fractals as stars exploded behind her clenched eyes.
The moment she was done, she didn’t need to tell him that she couldn’t take anymore. He slipped his fingers from her overused, swollen, hot pussy to attack the front of his pants and free his throbbing cock.
Languid against the bedding with her breasts out and her legs spread, her own liquid dripping from her, Carwyn watched as Kier stroked himself.
Black gloves were stark against his tanned skin as he swallowed the girth with his fist. The broad, pink head disappeared into the ring of his fingers before he jerked forward into his own hold, his chest and torso shuddering.
Her breath caught at the sight of him masturbating over her.
She’d never truly gotten a proper glance at his human cock before, and she looked her fill this time.
Black hair curled around the base. The middle was a little thicker than the rest of him, except for the very rim, as he worked his shaft up and down. The slitted tip, deep pink in colour, swelled under her gaze as a bubble of pre-cum welled.
Carwyn dabbed her tongue at the seam of her lips, wondering what his cum tasted like. I’ve heard men taste salty.
She wanted to reach out and touch it, stroke it with her bare hand. She wanted to put it in her mouth and suck it, maybe lick it teasingly to get him back for being mean to her before.
Her poor pussy clenched, knowing it was thicker than anything she’d ever been fed. That it would fill her to the utter brim and maybe even wonderfully hurt in a way she’d never experienced and secretly craved.
The longer he stroked, the deeper her need became until her arousal renewed.
“Fuck, Carwyn. Tell me you want it.” Her gaze flicked up to his face, and his eyes were ablaze with anguish. Even with the cloth hiding it, she could tell his nose was wrinkled with it. “Tell me you want my cock deep inside you.”
Her lips parted, but uncertainty clogged her throat. Did he just long to hear it... or was he asking for permission?
The corners of his eyelids crinkled further, and he lifted his other hand to cup the side of her face. He forcibly shoved his thumb into her mouth, prying her teeth apart.
“Say it.”
“I want it,” she whispered.
Kier shuddered violently and stroked faster, giving Carwyn her answer.
So she leaned into his hand, brought more of his thumb into her mouth, and sucked as she gripped his forearm to keep him to her.
She twisted her tongue around it, unsure if he could feel it, before popping it out so she could speak clearly to him.
“I want it inside my pussy,” she stated around shallow pants. “I bet it’ll feel so big inside me, so good.”
Gosh. I want it so badly I... she was so close to giving in. To just asking him to do it so she could finally feel him properly.
His next groan was palpable as it wrapped around her entire being, and she wondered if he’d been kept on the edge for so long that he needed help to finish. He lost his quick rhythm right as he forced her to let go so he could support himself as his hips jerked hard.
His head tipped forward weakly, just as a rope of hot, pearly seed shot from the tip of his cock and lashed between the centre of her breasts. He came over her, rocking into his fist. Breaths acutely panted and his body quaking, she watched this man achieve bliss.
She wiggled from the sticky liquid coating her once he was done, and the rope of it across one nipple in particular made it tingle like crazy.
I wonder what it’d feel like inside me.
Kier dug a finger into the material covering his face and nose and yanked it down to swallow down unfiltered breaths. Once he’d gulped enough lungfuls, he bent his head forward to peer down at her, but it held a desperate edge.
It lacked true satisfaction.
The intensity of it burned against her skin like a living, breathing fire.
“Carwyn, my patience grows thin.”
Hers too.
Enough so that, despite her fears, she worried she wouldn’t be able to deny either of them next time.
I need to leave before it happens.