18. Cassie #3
He jams a finger in my pussy, and I arch, caught off guard.
He shoves it deep, stretching me, then he pulls out and grabs his cock.
My legs are already forced apart since I’m straddling him on the bench seat, so there’s nothing for me to do as he brings the head of his cock to my entrance and shoves inside.
He moves his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my pussy.
I moan at the delicious friction of it against my walls, at the helplessness of being held immobile like this, my body used however he sees fit.
I wouldn’t have thought I’d like this, but as he moves in and out of me, the only things I can move are my hips—and even that movement is limited.
And it’s so fucking hot.
His free hand slides up the plane of my bare stomach, roving over each of my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he pleases. The whole time he’s fucking me, picking up the pace a little more with every thrust.
He fucks me like that for several long, incredible minutes, but he must need it harder because he finally lets go of my hands and grabs my hips. He still uses them to guide me, slamming me down on his cock, the forceful friction absolutely electric as he makes me fuck him harder and harder.
I’m panting, whining, out of control. The tension inside me pulls tighter and tighter.
“Fuck, Cassie,” he grinds out, slamming his cock into me. “Grab my shoulders. Ride me.”
I need to feel his skin. He never took his hoodie off, but I need it off now.
I tug desperately, yanking the material over his head and tossing it behind me.
I grab his bare shoulders, his skin hot to the touch.
I lean in and kiss his neck, my tits bouncing as he holds my hips and drives his cock so deep in my pussy, it makes me see stars.
“Oh god,” I cry, burying my face in his neck, helpless as he drives me toward a precipice I’m desperate to fall off. “Tor.”
“Yes, baby. I love the sound of my name in your mouth. Say it again.”
“Tor,” I say, but it’s more of a whimper than a word.
He drives into me harder, faster, and I can’t hold on any longer.
I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and hold on tight, a high-pitched whine escaping my throat as pleasure erupts inside me.
It crests, then crashes over me like a tidal wave.
I’m drowning in pleasure. I can’t even draw breath into my lungs.
And then I can breathe again, and the release is exquisite. I can feel the force of it leaving my body, the strength and tension and everything that holds a human being together melting into a puddle of mindless bliss.
Tor stands with me still on his cock, then repositions me on my back on the bench, where I first started.
He grips the side of the boat with one hand and plants one leg on the floor for leverage, then he holds my hip and fucks me so hard the boat rocks.
My pussy squeezes around him, long past resistance.
It would take whatever he wanted to give it at this point.
I’m so blissed out and happy that at this moment, I would too. Gratitude and love are the only things I’m capable of feeling. There’s no room inside me for anything heavy or bad.
Tor groans as he shoves deep into my pussy, and I see it on his face, hear it emanating from his throat as he lets go. I’m too boneless to move as he empties himself inside me. With a sigh of relief, he shifts our positions, coming down on top of me without taking his cock out.
That’s okay.
He can stay forever if he wants to.
I wrap my arms around his back, holding him close. I kiss what I can reach—his chest, his shoulder, his collarbone. He turns his head and claims my lips, and I thread my fingers through his hair.
“That was incredible,” I tell him.
“Agreed,” he says, sounding utterly worn out. “I think we should get married.”
I giggle, but my brain is fried from the orgasm too, so I say, “Okay.”
He smiles, stealing one more kiss, then resting his head on my shoulder. We stay like that for a long time, wordlessly soaking up the intimacy of holding each other in the quiet dark of the night as the boat rocks gently on the water.
The strength must eventually return to his muscles because he finally shifts, lifting himself off me and tugging his cock from my pussy. I pout a little, and he smirks.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”
I still feel like a cooked spaghetti noodle, but Tor starts getting dressed, so I force myself to sit up and start getting dressed, too.
As I’m pulling my panties on, I can’t really ignore the cum leaking out of me. “I thought we talked about some kind of birth control last time we did this.”
“I have condoms in my bedroom,” he tells me. “We didn’t make it that far. Somebody felt like going for a run,” he adds pointedly, cocking his dark eyebrows.
I shrug, pulling my panties up. “I’m happy with my decision.”
His lips tug up and he shakes his head. “Guess I should start keeping one in my wallet.”
I nod my agreement. “You should give me a backup for my purse, too. We need to always be prepared.”
“I’m glad you like sex,” he tells me.
“Oh, yes. It turns out I like it very much.”