Chapter 29 – “Lust For Life” - Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd #3
A moan tears from his throat, and like the snap of a chain, he unleashes himself.
He pulls out of me before sinking back in with enough force to cause a clap when our skin meets.
He establishes a furious pace, fucking me so hard I feel the pressure in my stomach.
Reaching deeper than I’d ever thought imaginable, his piercings stimulating my body in indescribable ways.
It’s almost as if he’s inside all of me at once.
My core flutters around nothing, weeping exactly as he claimed.
With my hands tied above my head, my instincts want to grab hold, touch, and cling to him. I pull at the restraints, feeling a primal heat forming at the center of my thighs as I watch his toned, powerful body pulse and flex as he works himself inside me.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches himself fuck me. Using one hand, he spreads my pussy, whimpering at the sight. “I can see your pretty cunt clenching, Elena,” he rasps. “It’s like she’s jealous, like she wants me inside her too.”
I nod, pressure building, a buzz igniting in my throbbing clit as he brushes his thumb over it.
“So beautiful like this. So obedient. Needy little whore. You don’t even need to use your words, your pussy begs for me all on her own.”
I don’t know what kind of sound leaves my mouth next—some kind of animalistic plea. Stars begin to dot my vision, and I feel mindless as he pumps inside me. He’s fucking me to the point of insanity, I think. I buck my hips, searching for his touch against my clit again.
I’m so full, and the pressure is a slow build in my deepest walls, but I need more.
I need to feel him everywhere.
“Words, Little Vice.”
“Touch my clit…” I pant. “Please.”
He moves his hand away, and I watch with riveted anticipation as he lifts his hand before smacking it down. A sharp burn radiates through my core, causing me to throb, but the delicious hint of pain morphs with my building pleasure, unlike any sensation I’ve experienced before.
“Again,” I beg.
“Greedy girl.” He smacks me again. “You like that?” he asks, words muffled between clenched teeth. “You like having your pussy spanked?”
“Yes,” I gasp, body writhing as he delivers another slap.
He continues, the movements sharp and hard. My body bathes in flame as my being floats away from it, soaring into clouds of ecstasy so high I never knew they existed.
Jumbled, unintelligible words fall from my mouth, but I can’t hear them. I only know of their existence by the vibration against my lips, my mind only catching his name.
All of my senses are hyperaware of him. His cock inside me, his hand coming down on me, again and again. His familiar smell of pine and rain mingling with the scent of sex. I’m enveloped in him entirely.
That pressure reaches the point of combustion, and the same overwhelming sensation of fullness crashes over me. “August, I’m—”
“Yes, yes,” he growls. “Drench me, Little Vice. Show me who I belong to.” He flattens his hand against my clit, using three fingers to flick back and forth rapidly. The fierce tempo and flawless rhythm drive me right over that edge.
Every ounce of breath flees from my lungs as sparks explode behind my eyes. My soul fractures, splintering around me as every fabric of reality shatters, and I’m suspended in an endless moment of sheer, utter, unadulterated pleasure.
Only the sound of his voice and the feel of his lips against my neck bring me back, and my eyes flutter open to find him hovering over me.
I realize my hands have become untied, and my arms immediately clasp around his back, savoring his sweat-slicked skin.
His lips drag along my neck and across my jaw, heavy breath caressing my skin.
“So good, baby. So good,” he whispers. His hands brush the hair from my face, reaching behind my head and knotting in my curls as he holds me to him.
“My perfect girl. You take it so well.” His voice is a gritted, fractured whimper, dripping with pure need.
“Came so pretty for me.” He moans, and the sound is so desperate and pathetic I’m fucking quivering.
“Give me those big, brown eyes,” he begs, tilting my head so our gazes lock.
“I’m going to come. Can I come, baby? I need it so bad. ”
“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing his jaw and forcing his lips to mine. “Come.”
He opens his mouth, and I steal the breath that escapes it, swallowing down his groans of pleasure. He’s still pumping inside me, cock pulsing as he barrels toward his release. Lifting my hips to deepen the angle, I lock my ankles around his back.
The soft gasp of my name leaves his lips a fraction before I feel him pause, his entire body going rigid before he drops his head to my neck, pulsating as he spills inside me.
The warmth of his cum fills me, his deep groans vibrating against my collarbone, hips trembling as his orgasm rushes through him.
I stroke his back, giving him time to come down from his climax, allowing myself to savor the weight of his boneless body on top of me.
“I want you to tell me that it’s never been like this with anyone else,” I whisper softly. “I want to know that I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel this way.”
“Only you, Elena. I can’t remember anything before you anymore, and I don’t want to.” He lets out a shuddering breath against my flesh. “You’re all that matters.”
I nod, sliding my hand up his neck and stroking my fingers through his soft curls.
He pulls back enough that he can look at me, his hands replicating my movements as he runs them through my hair.
A soft, warm glow illuminates his face from the dim lamp in the corner of the room, and his face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You are everything,” he whispers.
Three words linger on the tip of my tongue, like the heart that escaped its cage and ended up on my sleeve. I’m too afraid to say them, though. They feel like a curse to me.
Instead, I say, “You are too.”