Chapter 9 #2
about the first time you saw me. Tell me a story, sweet Moira, and
then I’ll decide whether to give you what you want.”
Moira tells me then,
in a rush of capitulated words, how she watched me across the
firelight, fucking Tukaba and wishing it was her body underneath me.
She tells me her blood was on fire, and she could scarcely breathe
because the way I was staring at her was sucking the oxygen from her
body. In a low moan, she tells me she could actually feel my cock
between her legs and she whispers with no shame, only regret, that
she could feel my orgasm as my body shuddered in release.
“That’s
a good story, Moira,” I tell her, trying to keep my words
confident and true, so she doesn’t know just how close I am to
losing control with her.
“It’s
how I remember it,” she says with a burst of boldness and, even
though I’m aiming for her surrender, I find I like that Moira
isn’t going down without at least a little fight in her.
“You wanted me
then, didn’t you?”
“Yes,”
she whispers softly.
“Just as you
want me now?”
“Yes.”
“Exactly the
same way.”
“Exactly the
same,” she says with assurance and I know, at this moment,
she’s mine.
I bring my free hand
up and grasp the bottom of her dress, dragging it up the backs of her
thighs and over the rounded firmness of her ass. Slowly, I reveal the
loveliest, sexiest pair of white lace underwear I could have ever
imagined on a woman. Another new favorite word enters my
repertoire—lingerie.
When her ass and
lower back are completely devoid of her dress, I tell her. “Before
I give it to you, tell me one more thing.”
“What do you
want me to tell you?” she demands of me. I squeeze her neck
because it’s a little too impudent for my tastes right now. She
pushes back against my hand slightly, and I tighten my grip more.
“I want you to
tell me what the greatest thing is you’ve learned about me so
far since you took me from my home.”
Her upper back rises
slightly, not from any fight left in her, but because she inhales
deeply. When she lets it all out, she tells me with conviction and a
hint of sadness, “I learned that you… Zacharias Easton…
are an uncivilized man.”
“Yes,” I
tell her in praise, and my fingers go under the lace edge of her
panties. “You learned well.”
Moira is silent for
a moment, and then, “Zach?”
“Hmmm?”
“Teach me
more,” she whispers.
My heart seems to
almost leap from my chest over the plaintive tone of her voice.
Grasping the lace of her panties, I drag them over hips… her
ass, and pull them down the backs of her thighs. “Oh, baby…
I’m going to teach you how good it’s going to feel to be
fucked into submission by an uncivilized man.”
She gives a soft
moan of anticipation. When her panties are pushed down to the backs
of her knees, I lean to the side so I can get a glimpse of the
backside of her pussy. Its flowery petals are dewy looking. I reach
down and, for the first time ever, push my finger inside of a woman’s
warmth.
Hot breath hisses
out from between my clenched teeth. “You’re so wet.”
“Oh, God,”
Moira moans, pushing her hips backward.
“Don’t
move,” I order her as I pull my finger back slightly and push
it back in. She stays absolutely still but moans again.
Releasing my hold on
her neck and removing my hand from between her legs, I quickly take
off my shirt because I don’t want anything impeding the view of
her backside. I quickly unbutton my jeans and unzip them, going
carefully because I’m swollen so hard, there’s barely any
room left. Giving a quick push of material, I slide the denim and my
underwear down past my hips and free my cock.
Pearly fluid is
leaking from the head and, using my hand to guide myself, I rub it
over one of her ass cheeks, creating a glistening path of over her
pale skin. “I’m wet for you, too.”
“Please,”
Moira begs.
I bend over and grip
her by the back of her neck again. “Please what?”
“Please fuck
me, Zach.”
“It’s
coming,” I promise her.
I guide my swollen
shaft to her pussy, rubbing the head through her wet folds. The
sensation is overwhelming, causing a tightening of my muscles from
head to toe. I lean my hips in slightly and push into her just an
inch.
She’s so
fucking tight, but her slickness sucks me in just a little further. I
watch as Moira’s ass cheeks clench in anticipation, and her
fingers dig into the plush carpeting. Now that I’m lined up
perfectly, I release my hold on my cock and grip her hip. I wait for
just a moment, relishing in the graceful lines of Moira’s back
and the way her fiery hair is spread all over the carpet. Her face is
turned to the side, and her profile is exquisite. Eyes slightly open,
her lips turned upward in a pleasurable smile. I’ll never
forget this as long as I live.
With one coordinated
move, I pull back on her hips and slam my own forward, lodging my
cock in deep, my pelvis pressed flush against her ass.
A groan tears out of
my throat because that first feeling of her pussy completely
enveloping me is almost more than I can bear. Moira gives a soft cry,
and her eyes squeeze shut.
I stay still for a
moment, but then Moira contracts her inner muscles around me,
squeezing my shaft deliciously.
“Fuck,”
I grunt out and, in an involuntary reaction, my hips pull back and I
slam back forward again, trying to replicate that feeling.
Moira moans long and
low, and I want to prolong that sound, so I pull back and slam
forward again. But then I still once more, taking a deep breath and
trying to get back my bearings. I can’t lose control. Normally,
my couplings are slow and steady, a forceful dance to assert my
dominance and show the strength of my reserve.
I prepare to pull
back slowly, so I can ease into her again and torture her
exquisitely.
“Zach?”
Moira says softly.
“Yes?”
“Don’t
hold back on me,” she says with need. “Give it all to
me.”
Oh, fuck.
My body trembles
over those words and the craving that seeps out of her. This is
supposed to be about me… about my dominion and authority. But
her words cause my body to clench tightly with the need to burst
forth in a supreme, hardcore fucking. I squeeze my eyes shut,
envisioning a slow mating, but Moira slays me again.
“Please,
Zach.”
“Fuck,”
I hiss out at her and pull my hips back, slamming into her so hard
that she scoots across the carpet a few inches and my balls slam
almost painfully against the backs of her thighs.
Moira cries out,
“Yes,” and it’s all over for me.
An animalistic need
courses through me. Tightening my grip on her neck, I start
repetitively slamming into her, my skin slapping against hers so hard
it sounds like thunderclaps. I look down at my cock tunneling in and
out of her slick pussy and feel the last vestiges of my control snap.
I fuck her
mercilessly, fearful that I might be tearing her up from the inside
out, but unable to stop myself. My body lurches into her, my chest
heaves, and my cock drills her hard.
Moira tries to
writhe underneath of me, but I hold her tight. If not for her moans
of pleasure, I would be worried I was hurting her, but I’m not
sure anything could stop this tempest that I’m unleashing on
her body.
Deep, penetrating
thrusts.
Skin slapping…
her warm, wet muscles massaging me to near madness. The smell of our
mutual arousal coating my senses.
As I heave my body
against hers, I can’t help the grunting noises that start to
come out of me… reminding me that at this moment, I’m
more animal than human.
I fuck her hard,
throwing every bit of reserve and control out the window.
Moira’s soft
pants of “Yes, yes, yes,” fuel me on as I drill into her
over and over again.
Suddenly, Moira’s
entire body spasms and her inner walls clench onto me in a warm, wet
vice as I realize she’s orgasming. She screams so loudly that I
know her throat will be sore tomorrow, and I feel my own balls pull
upward tightly, prepared to rocket my seed deep into her body.
I release my grip on
her neck and bring that hand to her other hip. Angling both of my
thumbs inward, I spread her ass cheeks apart, just so I can get a
better look at the way my cock, which is wet with her desire, speeds
in and out of her with frantic need.
My own climax starts
boiling, and a warm flush spreads across my skin. My head spins as I
slam into her again and again, until finally I’m firing off
into her. My entire body falls onto her back, pushing her flat to the
floor as I start to come. I have no control over myself. Even as wave
after wave of pleasure courses through me, my hips continue to pump
at her backside, my cock only able to make shallow purchase but still
moving within her until I’m absolutely and completely milked
dry.
Even after I’m
empty, tiny spasms continue to run up and down my spine, in what must
be the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I never knew.
Never knew it could
be this way.
Never knew that
losing control could be so fucking satisfying.