Chapter Ten #5
He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, and then he was back at it, his tongue working my forbidden hole open, then his fingers found my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me seeing stars.
I was so close to cumming. My whole body was trembling and my breathing was coming in short gasps as my pussy clenched around nothing, but aching to be filled.
"Syx, please, I need you to—"
He pulled away again, and I whimpered at the loss, but he climbed on top of me, his hands gripped the hem of my sports bra, yanking it over my head, causing my breasts to spill free, making him groan at the sight. Slowly, his mouth descended on one nipple, sucking hard.
"Fuuuuuck!" I cried out, my back arching and my hands fisting his shirt.
He bit down, his teeth scraped against the sensitive peak before soothing it with his tongue. Then he moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment, sucking hard and biting until I was yelping out in moans, talking all over the place beneath him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he uttered against my skin. His hands kneaded my breasts, and he flicked my nipples with his thumb. "You're so fucking perfect, Nyne. And you're mine. You hear me, baby? You're mine."
"Syx—"
“Say it," he demanded, his teeth grazed over my nipple again. "I need to hear you say it."
"I'm yours," I gasped, and it was the truth. I knew better than this, but my heart and my body were speaking two different languages.
Syx pulled back, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at me.
Then he shoved his sweatpants down. His dick sprang free, thick, hard, and oozing precum from his mushroom tip head.
The sight of it made my mouth water and my pussy clench with anticipation.
The first time seeing it, I was nervous because dicks weren't made that big anymore. He was way bigger than Malcolm.
Stroking his dick, he spoke, "I need to be inside of you." His voice rough and strained. "Right fucking now, Nyne."
He positioned himself between my thighs, spread them wider with his hands, and pressed his thumbs into my soft flesh. I could feel the head of his dick pressing against my entrance, hot and slick with precum, and I held my breath waiting.
"Look at me," he commanded, and my eyes snapped to his. "I want you to watch me fill this pussy up."
He didn't topple me with his heavy weight.
Instead, he held himself up and kept his balance between my thighs as he pushed forward slowly, and I felt the stretch immediately, making me yelp in pain.
His dick was fucking thick. I felt him wall to wall inside of me and the pressure was intense that my body was resisting even as it welcomed him.
Not being able to take no more, I pressed my hand against his stomach and gave him a push back because I couldn't handle it and he was only halfway inside.
His brows furrowed, as his gaze grew intense, staring deeply into my eyes. "You can take it, baby. I'll take it easy, baby, but you gotta let me in." He opened my legs wider and nestled inside my pussy, giving me one inch at a time until all nine inches of his thick dick were inside of me.
"Oooooh shit!" I hissed.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his jaw clenched and his whole body tensed with the effort of going slower. "So fucking tight, baby. Yo' pussy is gripping like she don't want to let go."
"Syx—" I gasped as I removed my hands from his stomach and clutched his shoulders and my nails dug into his skin. "Oh my God!" My voice became stuck in my throat that I could barely make out sentences.
"Just breathe, baby," he paused, giving me time to adjust. "Just breathe, baby, and let your body open up for me."
I did as he said and took deep breaths, willing my muscles to relax. Slowly, inch by inch, he sank deeper until he was fully seated inside me, his hips flushed against mine, and buried to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," I whimpered, my head fell back against the pillow. I felt so full and stretched as if I had nothing left.
"That's it." He murmured and dropped his forehead to mine, with his hot minty breath against my lips. "That's my good girl. Look at 'chu taking this dick like a motherfucking good girl."
He stayed still for a minute longer, letting me adjust and I could feel him pulsing inside me. The heat and weight of him pressed me deep into the plush mattress. Then slowly, he started to move, deeply inside me, grinding strokes that had me gasping with every thrust like I was a rookie.
"Fuck, Nyne," He groaned, his eyes locked on mine. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. It's so tight and wet, bae."
Syx pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, and then pushed back in slowly, making me feel every inch. The drag of his dick against my walls, feeling his fullness, and I could feel the pressure building again.
"You feel that?" He asked, his voice low and rough. "You feel how deep I am? You feel how your pussy is squeezing me?"
"Yes, fuck yes!"
He kept that slow, torturous pace, each thrust deliberate and controlled, hitting the spot that made my toes curl again. For control, his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, angling me so he could go even deeper.
"Oooooh shit!" I moaned. "Syx, please!"
"Please what?" he asked, his lips curving into a smirk even as his breathing grew ragged. "Tell me what you need, baby."
"Faster," I gasped again once more. "I need you to fuck me faster."
"Not yet," he said, maintaining that slow, grinding rhythm. "I want you to feel every inch of this dick. I want you to remember exactly how it feels when I'm inside you."
Opening my legs a little wider, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue mimicking the slow thrust of his hips.
I could taste my sweet pussy in his mouth along with the desperation and need.
It only made me wetter as our tongues danced with saliva dripping down the sides of our mouths, along with my nectar dripping down my thighs in the crevices, slapping down his balls too.
Minutes passed and he kept that same slow pace, building tension gradually. My whole body was trembling, my pussy was clenching around his dick with every stroke, and I could feel myself getting wetter. The sounds of our bodies coming together growing louder, skin slapping, sounding more obscene.
"Listen to that shit," he murmured against my lips, his hips still moving in that slow, steady rhythm. "Listen to how wet this pussy is, bae. This is dripping all over me."
The wet squelch of him moving inside me filled the room, mixing with our ragged breathing and my desperate whimpers. I could feel my arousal coating his dick, dripping down between my ass, down to my booty hole, and soaking the sheets beneath us.
"Uuuuuh fuck, Syx!"
"Whatchu' need, bae?" He asked, his voice strained now, his control starting to slip. "Tell me."
"More," I gasped. "I need more. I need you to fuck me harder."
Something shifted in his eyes—something dark and primal—and then his pace changed. Not fast yet, but harder and deeper, each thrust more forceful than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin joined the wet sounds, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
"Like that?" he asked, his voice rough. "That what you need, baby?"
"Hmmmm, hmmm, yes."
He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss, but then he was flipping me over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and pulling them up.
"On your knees," he commanded, and I scrambled to obey, my ass in the air, and pressed my face into the pillow.
Syx pressed his thumbs into my back dimples and held me in place so I wouldn't move.
With one hard thrust, he entered me at an angle and positioned his leg up.
He was so deep, and it felt more intense.
I could feel him hitting my cervix, and the stretch began to burn just a tad as my body adjusted to the new position.
"Fuck," I yelped out, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"That's it," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Take this dick, baby. Take all of it."
Syx started fucking me harder, with deep long strokes that had me gasping and moaning with every thrust. The sound of his hips slamming against my ass echoed through the room, mixing with my cries and his grunts of pleasure.
"You look so fucking good like this," he said, his voice strained. "Ass up, taking this dick like you were made for it. Fuck, Nyne—"
One of his hands came down on my ass. It was a sharp slap that made me yelp and clench around him.
"You like that?" He asked, doing it again, once more, harder this time. "You like this shit, Nyne? You like the way I'm fucking you? You like the way I'm giving you this dick?"
"Yes, oooh fuck, yes!"
Syx kept that pace for a while, making my whole body shake. My arms barely holding me up and I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly. But then he slowed down again, pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in slowly, grinding against me.
"Not yet, bae," he said, his breathing ragged. "You don't get to cum yet."
"Syx, please."
"I said not yet," he repeated, his hand sliding up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the mattress with my ass still in the air. "I ain't done with 'chu yet."
I felt his thumb pressed against my asshole again, circling juices around, making sure to tease it before pushing inside and finger fucking my ass.
"Oooooh shit," I gasped, feeling my whole body tense.
"Relax," he murmured, his other hand stroking my lower back soothingly even as he kept fucking me. "Just relax and let me have all of you. Let me fuck you good. Let me show out in this pussy."
Deeper, his thumb pressed deeper inside my asshole, and the dual sensation of his dick in my pussy and his thumb in my ass was overwhelming. I felt so full, stretched out, and claimed.
"That's it," he groaned. I craned my neck just to get a glimpse at him and he was making the sexiest fuck faces. "Fuck, baby." Our eyes met as he licked his kissable lips. "I love fucking on this pussy. This pretty, fat, wet, motherfucking pussy."
On the inside, I was blushing because he was making me feel special.
He was pouring life into me as he filled both of my holes.
Sex had never felt this amazing before. Again, he picked up the pace, making me grip the sheets tighter, causing my knuckles to turn white and my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
I could feel myself spiraling and getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Syx, I'm about to fucking cum!" I grunted, out of breath.
"I want to see your face when you cum," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to watch you fall apart on my dick, Nyne."
Syx began to fuck me harder—harder and faster again.
His hips snapped against mine with bruising force.
The bed was shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, and I was crying out with every thrust, raking my nails against the sheets.
He flipped me over onto my back again, spreading my legs wider and entered me deeply, with no plans of showing me no mercy.
"Fuck, Nyne." He moaned.
"Don't stop," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Please don't stop."
His hand slid between us, his fingers found my clit, rubbing fast circles that had me seeing stars.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Cum on this dick. Wet it up."
"Syx—"
The orgasm hit me hard that it made my whole body seize. I screamed his name so loud as my nails dug into his shoulders, and my vision going white.
"Shit," he hissed. He was fucking me through it, my pussy was slick and gushing.
He began to prolong his pleasure as his own control started to slip.
Still, he kept going, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
I could feel him swelling inside me and the tension in his body rising as he fought to hold back.
"Oh God!" I gasped, still trembling from my orgasm.
"I'm so close, bae. I'm so close." His forehead dropped to mine, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps, sounding choppy. "I need to pull out, Nyne."
"No," I said, my legs tightened around his waist.
"Nyne," His voice strained again, almost as if it hurt. "Baby, I'm serious. I'm about to cum."
"Don't move." I spoke firmly in desperate plea, despite my trembling limbs.
His eyes widened, and his whole body went tense. "Nyne, you don't want these problems. We can't do this shit. Not like this. I could get you pregnant."
"I don't care," I said it and I meant it. In that moment, I didn't care about the consequences or logic or anything beyond the feel of him inside me and the way he was looking at me like I was everything. "I want you to," I urged him.
"Fuck—" His body began to tremble as he cupped my face, forcing me to look at him, then he kissed me, feeding me his tongue hungrily.
That was all it took.
He nutted in me with a throaty roar, his whole body shuddering and his dick pulsed inside of me as he emptied himself deep, spreading his nut deep in my womb. I could feel the heat of it and it triggered another smaller orgasm that had me gasping and clenching around him as I kissed him harder.
"Damn!" His face began to tremble too, breaking the kiss, then buried his face in my neck.
Syx kept cumming, pulsing inside of me, and I held him through it. My hands stroked his back, with my legs still wrapped around his waist. When he finally stilled, I felt the weight of what we'd just done settle over me. Syx lifted his head, meeting my eyes, and I saw fear, love, and regret.
"What the fuck did we just do?" he whispered.
I didn't have an answer. Honestly, I didn't know if there was one. So I just pulled him down, pressed my lips to his again once more, and let the question hang between us.