Chapter 26 | Kate #2
His cock nudges harder at my entrance, making me suck in a rapid breath.
Preston curses. He reaches out, collecting my hair in his fist while the other is gripping my hip.
He forces my head back so the blue sky blanketing us in this garden is all I see.
Slowly pushing his hips forward, he fills me completely.
The pleasure and pain are one as I struggle to adjust to his size.
The tremble in my legs is faint, but enough that I’m sure he feels it vibrating through where we’re connected.
“Just a little more,” he chuckles darkly, enjoying my struggle.
“More?” I gasp, flattening my hands on the surface.
Without warning, Preston’s hips smack against my ass, and I moan.
Fully satiated inside me, the slight curve to his dick, combined with his girth, has him pressed against that self-destruct button inside me.
He pulls all the way out before snapping forward, making me shriek as he thrusts into that sensitive spot again, while his hand gripping my hair makes my scalp sting.
I can’t see him, but his words feel just as intimate. “Yes, just like that, baby. Your pussy feels like home, with the way it's gripping me so tightly. This position gives me a perfect view of your hot and needy cunt swallowing my cock.”
Preston starts to move steadily, his deep, beautifully punishing thrusts using me like the punching bag he pounds his fists into every day. He’s just as controlled with this.
“Preston, your cock,” I whine hazily.
“Keep praising me like that, and it won't go to my head.” He’s not wrong, I feel him thickening inside me.
He nearly pulls out to the head, smacking my ass first before sinking back in and pulling out again. I release a cry, the ache intertwining with the overwhelming pleasure to carry me back to that place where my oncoming climax coils, making me shake.
Thrust. “Keep writhing, darling.” Smack. “There’s nothing that satisfies me more.” Thrust. “Than knowing my cock is too much for you.” Smack.
His foul mouth and his relentless fucking have my arousal dripping down the inside of my thighs. My moan has him rewarding me with another smack on the ass that has my back aching from being arched in this way while he pounds into me.
I’m on the verge of coming, the darkness reaching its claws up through the ground like vines to pierce my flesh and hold me still as he draws my orgasm out of me, sucking me into his depths.
My insides are spiraling, my chest tightening around my heart. I’m so close.
His gravelly chuckle adds to the pleasure. “Oh, goddamn. I think your pussy likes it when I talk like this. Are you about to come? You’re already soaking my cock, but there’s nothing I want more than to feel you shatter around me.”
He releases my hair, bracketing his hands on my waist to pull me against him and thrust against that spot that has a smattering of stars dotting the blue sky.
Preston is ravenously sucking every ounce of strength out of my body. My chest falls to the bench, my shaky arms unable to hold me up any longer, but my ass is still in the air, letting him claim me.
It sounds more like a plea from my lips. “Yes.”
“Come for me, mo ghrá.” His Gaelic words somehow hold the power to launch me upward, letting me float with clouds as my orgasm crashes down on me.
My pussy pulses around him. I cry through the aftershocks, about ready to pass out from the intensity, when he wraps his hand around my throat and tugs my body back up to the position I was in before.
I’m still coming as he snatches the hair at the base of my skull, tilting my head back to meet his stern gaze, mixed with amazement.
“My eyes are back here, darling. I want your full and undivided attention while I pump all my cum into your pussy. You’ll keep it nice and warm for me, won't you?”
It’s like he pulled a trigger inside me. How can his words alone make a second orgasm build? While my eyes are on his, he slaps my ass again, my mouth opening on an O.
Preston’s cock starts to pulse inside me. “I feel that you’re there again, baby. Does knowing I’m filling you right now get you off, you dirty little slut?”
The shock that I love him degrading me hits as hard as my second orgasm. My walls tighten again, feeling him throb as his warmth coats my walls.
Tears swell in my eyes, but they don’t part from his when he slows. I’m panting, my limbs shaking as he pulls out, letting me adjust to the loss of him. He tucks himself back into his shorts, then takes my panties from around my knees and pulls them back up over my satiated core.
He gives my clit a small smack, and I jump. “What was that for?” I whine.
“My room, now. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Again?” My sigh is a blend of nerves and interest. “Don’t you need a break or something?” I push myself up onto my trembling legs, nearly tumbling from the wild ache that shoots through them.
Preston steps forward, letting me grab onto him for support before he hauls me into his arms to cradle me.
He presses his lips to my temple before his mouth curves into an arrogant smile, with that darkness swirling in his eyes. “It will take a few minutes to get up to my room. That’s all I need before I lay you on my bed, spread your legs, and admire the mess I’ve made of your pussy with my cock.”
The obscurity in his gaze has a sensation of soft wings batting around in my stomach, instead of frightening me like it used to. His promise courses through my body like molten sugar, sticking in all places I know I’ll never get rid of it.
Preston Lachlan is going to break me, and for some reason, I want to let him. Because if he cares enough to carry me all the way there when I’m too weak before he breaks me again, I know he won't hesitate to put me back together after.