Chapter 3 #3
"Jesus, fucking—" he growls, his control slipping. His hips rock forward, testing, seeking more.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then suddenly, his grip tightens, and he yanks me up by the hair, forcing me to release him with a slick pop.
His cock is rock hard, soaked with my saliva, pulsing with restraint.
His chest heaves, his eyes blazing. "That mouth should come with a fucking warning," he mutters, his voice rough, almost breathless.
I smirk. "Good idea. Maybe I’ll buy one of those warning label stickers on Etsy."
But he isn’t laughing. He looks ravenous. Reaching down, he digs through the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a condom, his gaze locked on mine.
My pulse pounds in anticipation. This is about to get really good.
I want this.
I need this.
I’m so fucking ready for this.
I snatch the condom from his hands and tear it open with my teeth, desperation throbbing through every nerve in my body. Then I’m on him, straddling his lap, rocking my wet core against his thick, heated shaft. A shudder rips through me at the feel of him—smooth, rigid, pulsing beneath me.
His gaze locks onto mine, heavy and dark, his lips parting on a sharp inhale.
Strong hands fall to my thighs, sliding upward, his fingers branding my skin.
One hand grips my waist, firm and possessive, as the other moves between us.
He presses his cock against my slick folds, dragging his fingers through the wetness, coating us both.
"This is… you…" His voice is rough, almost broken. "So fucking perfect."
I roll my hips, gliding along his length, teasing the head of him over my clit. A sharp tremor jolts through me, and my breath catches. I shouldn’t be this turned on again so soon, but I am. I am.
I need more. I move faster, rocking my hips in a steady, torturous rhythm.
I want to come again. I want to feel that explosive release one more time.
Maybe even two. I move my hips just a tiny bit faster.
"I want to feel this big, thick cock inside me," I murmur, my voice thick with need. "And I want to come all over it."
His response is a groan, raw and guttural. Then his mouth is on me, his lips latching onto a stiff, aching nipple. His tongue circles, his teeth nipping, sending sparks of pleasure straight between my legs.
I arch into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I let myself sink into the sensation.
His mouth moves to my other breast, sucking, tasting, devouring. His hands slide over my hips, gripping my ass, pulling me tighter against him. Each movement rocks me harder, dragging my swollen clit against his thick, rigid length.
His grip tightens, and our rhythm dissolves into something messier, something more desperate. He’s not even inside me yet, but I am riding him, grinding against him like I need it to breathe.
And fuck, maybe I do.
His hands skim up my back, one tangling in my hair as he pulls my head down and crushes his mouth against mine. His tongue claims my mouth, his moan vibrating against my lips. Then his hips roll up, harder, and the tip of his cock slips just past my entrance.
We both go still.
The air thickens, charged with something electric, something dangerous.
His forehead presses against mine, his breath heavy and uneven. Then he pulls back, his gaze flickering between my eyes, his entire body strung tight with restraint. "Put the condom on," he growls, his voice thick with warning. "Or I’ll fuck you bareback right now."
A violent shiver rolls through me. There’s something about seeing this brooding stranger shudder beneath me, something about the way he’s holding himself back.
For a split second, I hesitate.
The corner of his mouth tilts into something wicked, something knowing. Then he grinds up against me once more, and a desperate whimper escapes my throat.
With trembling fingers, I reach between us, sliding the condom over his throbbing length, feeling every ridge, every pulse beneath my touch.
His jaw clenches, his entire face drawn tight with restraint. Then he grips my ass, lifting me effortlessly, positioning me above him, the swollen head of his cock teasing my entrance. The muscles in his forearms flex as he holds me there, suspended, waiting.
"Hey," he says.
My gaze flickers from where our bodies almost meet to his eyes.
"Look at me while I fuck you.” And then he thrusts up, pulling me down at the same time. I sink over him, my body stretching to take every inch, my wetness making the glide effortless.
A groan tears from both of us.
I don’t move. I can’t move, because if I do, I might come too fast, might shatter right here in his arms.
A shiver runs through me as he grips my hips and rocks into me, slow and deep, filling me to the edge of pain, to the brink of bliss.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick, reverent. "Taking my cock so well."
Oh, this man and his fucking mouth.
I lean back, rolling my hips, grinding my ass against him. He’s so deep it almost hurts. I want to drown in this.
His hands move up, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing, coaxing, sending little sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin. He pinches, rolling them between his fingers, tugging just enough to make me whimper. I rock against him harder, chasing the friction, the heat, the pressure.
“Your cock feels so fucking good," I gasp.
He hums in approval, the sound deep, rough, full of need. Then, without warning, he slaps one of my breasts. A sharp sting blooms across my skin, shocking me, making my breath catch. Before I can process it, he slaps the other, sending a delicious wave of heat rippling through me.
I whimper, the pain sharp but fleeting, melting into a tingling sensation that tightens every muscle in my body. Then his mouth is there, lips sealing over the sensitive skin, sucking, his tongue flicking over the sting, soothing and tormenting at the same time.
Shit. New kink unlocked. I like the slaps.
Our bodies move together, a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. His cock feels impossibly deep, stretching me open, filling me so perfectly that every movement sends another shockwave of pleasure through me.
He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot and ragged, each exhale in time with the desperate pace of our bodies.
I reach behind him, gripping the top of the couch with both hands, anchoring myself so I can meet him thrust for thrust. The change in angle makes him hit something devastatingly perfect inside me.
His grip tightens on my hips, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he groans, deep and wrecked. "Ah, fuck," he curses, driving into me harder.
A broken moan rips from my throat, a mess of unintelligible sounds that don’t even feel like mine.
His fingers find my lips, pressing against them until I part them willingly. "Suck on my fingers," he commands.
I take them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, soaking them.
"That’s it," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. "Good girl."
Heat licks through me at those words.
His arm wraps around me, pulling me flush against him, and then his other hand, slick with my spit, slides down the seam of my ass.
A sharp, needy gasp leaves me. "Fuck, yes," I whisper into his ear.
He traces slow, teasing circles over my entrance, making my muscles tighten in anticipation. Then, with a controlled push, he presses his fingers inside, stretching me, filling me.
A wrecked sound slips past my lips as I grind against his hand, reveling in the overwhelming fullness of the double penetration.
He groans, his voice rough and sinful, his lips brushing against my ear. "What a filthy, filthy girl." His fingers sink deeper, his cock thrusting harder. "Look at how much you love having something in your cunt and your ass at the same time."
A knot of pleasure coils low in my belly, growing, tightening, threatening to snap. My hands scramble for purchase, nails digging into his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself as the pleasure spreads like hot lava. "I’m so close. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come."
The heat builds, spiraling out of control, pulling me toward the edge so fast I can barely hold on.
He doesn’t let up, driving deeper, harder, making sure I feel every inch.
His other hand slips around my throat, his thumb tracing the rapid pulse beneath my skin, and he growls, low and dark.
"You’re taking it so well, Angel. So fucking greedy for it. "
My breath shatters, my hips bucking, and I feel his lips on my jaw, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. The combination of pain and pleasure sends me spiraling, and I’m powerless to do anything but take it—take everything he gives me.
His fingers press harder, curling, finding that perfect spot inside me while his cock stretches me impossibly wide. My moans spill out in frantic, breathless bursts, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t stop until I’m quivering, pushed to the brink of shattering.
"You need to come bad, don’t you?" he taunts, dragging his teeth over my shoulder. "So desperate for it, being stuffed full like this."
The knot in my belly pulls tighter, coiling around itself, and I can’t hold back anymore.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes locked onto mine, commanding, consuming. "Come on, Angel. Come on my cock," he growls. "I want to feel you."
And that’s all it takes. Pleasure floods me, crashing over me like a tidal wave, and I’m moaning out nonsense, writhing against him as my body convulses with the force of my orgasm. “Oh God—yes, so good—don’t stop—”
His fingers move in perfect sync with his cock, pushing me higher, deeper, until my orgasm builds with an unstoppable force. The pleasure swells inside me, rushing through my veins like wildfire, licking at every inch of my body, consuming me in its heat.