Chapter Twenty-Five #2
My back arched off the bed, my hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as my body convulsed.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, so intense it was almost unbearable.
My thighs clamped around his head, trembling violently, but he didn’t stop.
He kept sucking, kept working my clit with his tongue and teeth until I was sobbing, until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice hoarse. “Please, I can’t.”
But he wasn’t listening. Or maybe he was, and he just didn’t care.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he continued his assault, drawing out every last tremor, every last aftershock until I was nothing but a quivering, delirious mess beneath him.
And then, just when I thought I might actually die from the intensity of it, I felt something else.
Something thick and hard pressing against my entrance.
No. Oh God, no. I can’t.
“Too much,” I gasped out, my hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. “Nano, please, it’s too much!”
He lifted his head, his lips glistening with my arousal, and looked at me with those dark, merciless eyes.
“I don’t care,” he said simply.
And then he slammed into me.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. My pussy was already swollen, oversensitive from the orgasm that had just torn through me, and his cock was thick. So fucking thick it felt like he was splitting me open.
I screamed again, a sound that was half pleasure, half pain, my nails digging into his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough with satisfaction. “So fucking tight.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. Didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath or process the sensation of being so completely, utterly filled.
Instead, he ground his hips against my pelvis, the pressure on my clit sending fresh sparks of sensation shooting through my already overloaded nervous system.
“Nano.” His name came out as a broken sob.
But he was ravenous. There was no other word for it. He used my body with a single-minded intensity that left no room for anything else. No room for thought, for resistance, for anything but the overwhelming sensation of him inside me, claiming me, owning me.
He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm that had me gasping for air.
Each thrust hit something deep inside me, something that made my vision blur and my toes curl.
My hands scrabbled at his back, looking for purchase, for something to hold on to as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violent.
And God help me, my body responded.
Even though I’d just come. Even though every nerve ending was screaming with overstimulation. Even though I’d begged him to stop. My body was already climbing toward another peak.
“That’s it,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Feel that? Feel how your cunt is squeezing my cock? You can’t help yourself, can you?”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t form words. All I could do was hold on as he drove into me again and again, each thrust pushing me closer to an edge I didn’t think I could survive going over.
“Come,” he commanded, his voice dark and absolute. “Come on my cock, Alex.”
And I did.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, sudden and devastating. My body seized, every muscle locking up as pleasure tore through me with a violence that left me gasping. I heard myself screaming his name, heard the desperate, broken sounds coming from my throat, but I couldn’t stop them.
He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder, prolonging the orgasm until I was sobbing, until tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t tell if I was begging him to stop or begging him to never stop.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent another shockwave through my already wrecked body.
Before I could even begin to recover, he pulled out, leaving me empty and gasping, and flipped me onto my stomach with an ease that should have been terrifying.
“Nano,” I tried to protest, but my voice was barely a whisper.
His hands gripped my hips, yanking them up until I was on my knees, my face pressed into the mattress. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance again, and then he was shoving back inside, filling me in one brutal thrust that had me crying out into the sheets.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
He started fucking me again, wild and unrestrained, each thrust driving me forward on the bed. The angle was different, deeper, more intense, and I could feel every inch of him as he pounded into me.
And then I felt something else.
His finger, slick with something, lube, maybe, or just my own arousal, pressing against my ass.
“No!” I gasped, trying to pull away, but his other hand tightened on my hip, holding me in place.
“Yes,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “You’re going to take everything I give you, Alex. Every. Fucking. Thing.”
He pushed his finger inside, breaching that tight ring of muscle, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat.
The sensation was overwhelming, too much, too intense, too everything, but my body didn’t care.
My pussy clenched around his cock, and I felt myself getting wetter, felt my arousal dripping down my thighs.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, satisfaction dripping from every word. “You like this, don’t you? Like having both your holes filled.”
He started working his finger in and out, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could do was grip the bedsheets and hold on as he used my body however he wanted.
“This ass is mine too,” he said, adding a second finger, stretching me wider. “And soon, I’m going to fuck it. Going to fill it with my cum just like I’m going to fill your pussy. You understand?”
I couldn’t answer. Could only whimper into the sheets as another orgasm started building, this one deeper, more intense than anything I’d felt before.
“I asked you a question,” he growled, and suddenly his hand was in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my spine to arch.
“Yes!” I gasped out, my voice breaking. “Yes, I understand!”
“Good girl.”
He released my hair but kept his fingers in my ass and kept fucking me with a wild abandon that had the bed frame slamming against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and primal, mixing with my desperate moans and his rough grunts.
I came again. And again. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. The sheets beneath me were soaked with sweat, with my arousal, with everything my body was giving him.
But there was something else building. Something deeper in my gut, more intense than anything I’d felt before. It was almost frightening in its intensity, this pressure that kept building and building with no release.
And then his hand came down on my ass.
Hard.
The slap echoed through the room, and the sting sent a fresh jolt of sensation straight to my core.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”
No.
The word formed in my mind, a last desperate attempt at defiance, at maintaining some shred of control over this situation.
“No,” I gasped out.
His hand came down again, harder this time, and I cried out.
“Say it,” he repeated, punctuating each word with another thrust, another slap. “You’re. Mine.”
“No.” But the word came out weak, unconvincing even to my own ears.
He spanked me again. And again. Each strike sending shockwaves through my body, each one pushing me closer to that edge I could feel looming. The pain mixed with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart, until everything was just sensation, overwhelming and inescapable.
“You can end this,” he said, his voice almost gentle despite the brutality of his actions. “Just say the words, Alex. Accept what you already know is true.”
Another slap. Another thrust. Another finger working in my ass.
I was delirious. Overstimulated. Desperate for a release that my body was holding just out of reach, waiting for something, waiting for permission.
“Say it,” he commanded again, and this time there was no room for argument in his voice. “Say you’re mine, or I’ll keep you on this edge all fucking night.”
And I broke.
“I’m yours!” The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate. “I’m yours, Nano! Please!”
The second the words left my mouth, everything changed.
He released my hair, and his hand came around to my front, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. And then he pinched.
Hard.
The sensation was electric. Overwhelming. It shot through my body like lightning, and I screamed. A primal, animalistic sound I’d never heard myself make before.
And then I was coming.
But this wasn’t like the other orgasms. This was something else entirely. Something that felt like my entire body was being turned inside out, like every nerve ending was firing at once.
My pussy convulsed around his cock, clenching so hard it was almost painful. And then I felt it, felt something release, felt liquid gushing from me in a way that had never happened before.
I was squirting. Spraying his body with cum and urine, unable to control anything, unable to do anything but ride out the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, and then he slammed into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go.
I felt him pulse inside me, felt the hot rush of his cum flooding my pussy, filling me until it was leaking out around his cock. He held himself there, grinding against me, prolonging both our orgasms until we were both shaking, both gasping for air.
And then, finally, he collapsed on top of me.
We lay there in the wreckage of what we had done. The soaked sheets, the smell of sex heavy in the air, our bodies still trembling with aftershocks.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.
All I could do was lie there, feeling his weight on top of me, feeling his cum leaking out of me, feeling the truth of what I had just admitted settling into my bones.
I was his.
And God help me, I didn’t want to take it back.