Chapter 15 Reverie #3
“Only with you,” I gasp out, the words slipping from my mouth unintentionally.
His hips stutter in surprise again, though he quickly recovers.
“The fuck did you just say to me, baby?” he asks, sounding like he’s almost daring me to repeat myself.
I didn’t mean to say that. Even if it’s true, it’s incredibly unnecessary for him to know.
But my muscles are tightening, and a knot is forming deep in my stomach, so my concern is at an all-time low.
“You heard me,” I say, my voice terribly faint.
I whine when he releases my nipple, only to yelp when that hand moves down between my legs, and he pinches my clit just as harshly. The agony is damn near beautiful, and my mouth waters, drool trailing from the corner of my mouth as the two opposing feelings crash into one another.
But it’s short-lived, earning another whine from my throat when he moves to roughly grip my cheeks instead while the hand in my hair jerks my head back.
“Don’t think I did,” he bites out.
Groaning, I force the words out, “I said only with you.”
He hums his approval. “You come for me like a little whore. Look at you, even drooling like a whore.” His thumb swipes the saliva over my cheek before releasing my hair and harshly pushing away my face. “What makes you think you deserve to come again?”
He pulls out completely, which instantly has panic overtaking me and damn near has me on the verge of tears.
“No, no, wait,” I beg. “Don’t stop, please!”
“On your back,” he demands roughly.
I’m a shaking mess as I quickly spin around and settle on the bench again.
He instantly crowds over me, his hands gripping the bench on either side of my head and his cock poised at my entrance. The sheer size of his body is overwhelming. When he had me over the edge of the pool, I was in too much of a panic to notice, but fuck, he’s just… everywhere.
My entire body is tingling, my center throbbing from the denied orgasm, and it’s making me feel slightly insane from how badly I need it.
He brushes his lips over mine, and though all he needs to do is just push inside me, he stays still.
“Dread,” I complain before reaching for his dick to put him inside me my damn self. He catches my wrist before I can, only to grab the other and pin them above my head in one massive palm.
I’m not proud of the sound that comes from my throat as I attempt to lift my hips up.
He chuckles, his heated stare glittering with mirth. “You see how desperate you are for my cock, baby?”
“Yesss,” I whine, desperately searching for even a little friction to send me over the edge. “Please, just let me come, Dread.”
He pulls his hips back, denying me, only making me more distressed. I was so, so close.
“Oh my God, please, I’ll do whatever you want.”
There’s no thought behind my words, no consideration for what I’m saying to a man who lives to torture me—but at this moment, I couldn’t give a fuck less. I’m so blinded by my need to come, I’d probably get in the goddamn pool if he asked it of me.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his tone conveying exactly where his thoughts are leading. Sinister. Wicked. Evil.
He might as well be looking at me like I’ve just offered him my soul.
And maybe I have.
Yet, I still can’t find it in me to care. All I want is for him to fuck me and pinch my clit just the way he was.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Anything.”
His breathing escalates, and he slams into me harshly, hitting that spot against my cervix again, sending shooting stars across my vision.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my spine bowing into him, only to be inundated by the static crackling between our bodies.
It’s not normal for someone to feel like this, but all I want is every inch of him pressed against me.
He watches me intently as he plows into me, his parted mouth staying within an inch of mine.
“I don’t think that’s enough for me,” he rasps.
My brow furrows, trying to process his rejection through the shot of euphoria circulating through my system. His free hand reaches between us to strum my clit softly, teasing me with pleasure but not giving me nearly enough.
“When you tell me I own you—every fucking part of you—then I’ll let you come all over my cock,” he says. “Can’t have you going around acting like such a desperate slut for anyone else, can I?”
I groan, and somewhere lost beyond the intense throb in my pussy, my subconscious screams at me not to tell him that. But then he softly pinches my clit again, rolling his hips just right, and that voice grows muffled and indiscernible.
“Okay, yes, fine, you own me,” I rush out, impatient for him to resume now.
He bites his bottom lip and moans, appearing damn near drunk just from my concession. Still, he doesn’t give in, and my frustration grows.
My brows pinch, and I let loose a distressed noise that has him pressing a placating kiss to my mouth.
“Tell me you won’t let anyone else fuck you,” he asserts against my lips. “The only cock you may beg for is mine. And the only one who can make this pussy come is me.”
I nod eagerly, lifting my hips again to get him a little deeper. He lets me, and so I swivel them, gaining a little more friction, but it’s still not enough.
“Let me hear it, Reverie,” he orders, nipping my bottom lip to get my attention.
“Yes, yes, okay. I won’t fuck anyone else. Just you. Now, please, Kellan, I need you so fucking much. Just fuck me.”
I don’t know which part of what I said has him cursing harshly and sending his fist cracking against the bench beside my hip, but I wish I did so I could say it again.
Utter euphoria engulfs me, and he pounds into me with even more vigor. I look down, and the butterflies in my stomach nearly shoot out of my throat at the sight of him disappearing inside me, his length soaked in my arousal.
I’m hit with a sudden moment of clarity. I can’t believe this is Dread fucking me.
It will forever be burned into my brain—him pounding into me so punishingly, it's like watching him physically stuff me with his hatred, shoving it deeper and deeper inside me until I'm full of loathing, and I can no longer tell if it's his or mine.
Yet, it's fucking incredible to witness, and should mankind find a way to preserve memories, I only hope I die alone so it can deteriorate in obscurity. No living being deserves to see something so extraordinary.
Not even me.
I soar straight back to the edge again, but this time I fight against it, wanting this to last just a little longer.
I peer up at him from beneath the bangs falling in my eyes, and the second our crazed stares collide, I lose myself to him again.
His upper lip pulls up into a scowl, seeming like he's barely controlling himself from tearing me apart with his teeth.
That just won't do—I need him to be in shambles, too.
I let out a vulgar moan. “Yes, yes, like that,” I encourage breathlessly against his lips, delight and awe saturating my tone. “Keep fucking me just like that, Kellan. You make my pussy feel so fucking good.”
He whimpers, his expression twisting with bliss, but I’m not finished ruining him.
I tug at my wrists still trapped in his hand, and when he releases them, they shoot straight into his hair.
I pull his head down into me and capture his lips in a salacious kiss that has us both trembling from the intensity. But just as his tongue curls with mine, I tear myself away with a groan. The orgasm is becoming almost impossible to hold off.
“You’re gonna make me come so hard all over your cock,” I mewl, my breath hitching when the pressure in my core deepens. He growls, and I ensure I have his full attention before I say, “And no one’s ever made me do that before.”
“Fuck!” he curses, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he whispers helplessly, “Fuck you.”
I grin, though he instantly wipes it from my face when he reaches between us and pinches my clit again.
The sound that bursts from my throat is between a yelp and a moan.
For a few short seconds, I teeter somewhere between agony and pleasure, and then, I’m gone.
I careen off the cliff with no safety net and crash-land, creating an explosion so catastrophic, I fear I’ve killed every living thing on this planet.
“Kellan!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants from above me, his voice cracking as he continues to stuff his cock inside me, despite how hard I contract around him.
The last thing I see is liquid sputtering out between us, pooling on the bench before it spills off the sides.
Then, the orgasm sweeps me away, forcing my soul out of its vessel. It’s a complete out-of-body experience, my consciousness floating somewhere above us while the pleasure rips my body to shreds.
At some point, Dread stills for several seconds, his head kicking back with a hoarse shout.
Then, he drops his chin and senselessly grinds against me, groaning and panting, violently trembling as he rides it out.
He’s coming inside me, filling me until it spills out around him.
Yet, I’m only aware of how it feels, like my bones are cracking from the force of the orgasm.
I'm slow to return to my body, and when I do, there’s a brief moment of panic that I’m paralyzed. I no longer feel like a human being with muscles and bones, but a gelatinous blob with no motor function.
Dread pants above me, his head tipped, cheek beside mine.
I glance down, almost in a daze as I take in his sculpted physique, muscles in places I didn’t know existed, his tattooed, olive skin.
His hand is gripping the side of the bench at my waist, veins roping from his wrist up to his flexed bicep.
Then, my gaze slides over my body, from the swells of my breasts down the planes of my wet stomach to the curved dip in my waist, only to flare out into wide hips, my legs spread even wider to accommodate his large form, and finally there, between my thighs, where we’re still connected.