Chapter 28 #4
He moves his body farther up toward the wall, repositioning his hands above my head so he's practically planked over me. The new angle means I take him so much deeper, hitting a spot that has my moans stuttering, providing a better view for the camera.
“Ohh, f-fuck, Kellan, oh my God,” I blabber. My toes curl from the utter euphoria engulfing me. “You fuck me s-soo g-good.”
He shifts his weight, bending one arm to lean on his elbow while the other hand closes around my throat, squeezing tight as he gets in my face. His eyes are nearly black, but it sends a sharp thrill straight to my racing heart.
“That’s because you were made just for me,” he snarls. “You’re mine to fuck and no one else’s. This pussy belongs to me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes,” I chant while nodding eagerly, his proclamation only turning me on more.
It’s becoming impossible for me to keep my vision straight, let alone hold the phone upright, so I stretch my arm out to the side and tap the button to flip the camera around.
Then, I lean his phone sideways against the wall, freeing myself from holding it.
Dread relaxes his grip just enough to allow me to turn my head and find the perfect angle, ensuring we're centered in the frame.
Though it no longer shows the graphic details, it captures the perfect side view.
Dread folding me in half, his large, powerful body packed with muscle and mounted over me. My legs spread wide to accommodate his hips as he pounds into me. His hand wrapped around my throat. My flushed face, glazed-over eyes. My chest arching into him as if I can’t get close enough.
God, I hate how fucking incredible we look together.
The sight makes my heart sprout wings before fluttering off to join the rest of the butterflies searching for a new place to migrate.
Unable to stand it anymore, I turn back toward Dread just as he leans down to ensnare my lips with his. Instantly, it feels like a surge of electricity gathers inside me, lighting up every one of my nerves like they’re string lights wrapped around my bones.
Both our mouths open on a moan, and our tongues instantly collide, swirling together like two lovers spending their last night together. My hands dive into his hair, gripping the strands tightly as we desperately devour one another.
Yet, it still doesn’t feel like enough. If we were feral beasts, we’d sooner shred each other apart trying to get closer. Spiderweb cracks spread across my body with each passing second, so it wouldn’t take much to tear me into pieces, anyway.
His hips shift ever so slightly, causing him to hit a spot that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. I rip my lips away, lifting my chin to cry out, “Ah! Yes, right there! Don’t stop, oh my God, baby, please don’t stop.”
The sound that comes out of his mouth is animalistic, while mine is high-pitched and ridden with desperation.
“Fuck!” he barks, his body swelling with tension.
My muscles stiffen, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pure ecstasy seizes hold of me. I don’t know if the camera is even still upright from the bed shaking, but I’m too lost to care. He can use his fucking memory if he wants to see me explode for him.
And that’s exactly what I do.
My head kicks back, my spine bowing off the bed as I shatter. A hoarse scream tears from my constricted throat before I descend into absolute madness.
My legs snap around his hips just as he stills, a rough shout bursting out of him the same moment he erupts.
Except my inner walls clamp around him so tight, it prevents his cum from spilling out. Like a clogged pipe filling with water, it forces him to rip himself out of me to release it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, letting go of my throat to furiously pump his cock. Ribbons of cum paint my stomach white while I violently shudder beneath him.
The orgasm becomes too much, seizing my pussy almost to the point of pain.
Instinctively, I let go of his hair to reach between us and grab myself, needing it to stop nearly as much as I need to breathe.
Wetness gushes between my fingers while I sob, my face twisting as tears well and then spill from my eyes, too.
At some point, his forehead drops to mine and he pushes my hand out of the way, so it flies to the back of his neck to keep me grounded instead.
“Shhh, I got you, Rev,” he whispers, cupping me and applying firm pressure until the orgasm wanes, soothing the insistent pulsing in my groin.
Panting, lightheaded, and nearly blind, I tremble beneath him hard enough to make my teeth chatter. The aftershocks don’t relent for several long moments, leaving me to whimper as I twitch violently in his hand.
“K-Kell—”
“I got you,” he reassures quietly, lifting his head to feather his lips across my jawline toward my ear. “You have such a sensitive little pussy, don’t you, baby?”
My stomach flips from his salacious words, and I nod, though it’s more like a stilted jerk.
Keeping his fingers flat and pressed together, he circles all four of them against me, subduing the sharp throbbing. I arch into his hand with a strangled whine, seeking more of the newfound pleasure his ministrations create.
He groans low in his throat. “That feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp, shuddering when he nips right below my jaw.
The surrounding air becomes hot and heavy again. He feels incredible on top of me like this. He’s still braced on his bent arm, keeping his body lifted a few inches and his weight off me, but he’s close enough to easily arch into him and feel his skin against mine.
Every atom in my body feels magnetized toward him, a force impossible to resist.
His fingers continue to swirl over my pussy, wringing out breathless moans from my lips, while he delivers sharp nips down my neck. My hips undulate against him, needing more yet never wanting this to end.
“More,” I beg, desperate to have him inside me again.
Abruptly, he pulls his hand away, and I’m unable to stop myself from whining at the loss.
He tsks. “You’re being a greedy little slut,” he says darkly.
“Then I’ll go fuck the dildo again. At least that one has stamina,” I bite back.
I’m given no warning for the sharp slap he delivers directly between my thighs. I yelp, jerking against him. The burning sensation flirts with pleasure, and I’m torn between wanting him to do it again and wanting him to soothe me more.
“You better fucking apologize, or your pussy will sooner grow cobwebs before I touch it again,” he snarls.
The mere thought of that makes me want to cry, yet my throat closes around the apology.
It goes against every fiber of my being to say sorry to him, but if he abandoned me right now, my desperation might have me on my knees damn near kissing his feet, and that’s just too fucking shameful to consider.
I tug on his hair, prompting him to lift his head until I can slide my lips against his. His stare is a raging hellfire, which assures me I haven’t pissed him off too much. It’s when he turns to ice that I need to worry.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper, evoking a low growl from deep in his chest, a tremble working through his body. It seems the endearment is another weakness of his, just like when I call him by his real name.
I give him my best doe-eyed stare. “I used to play with myself until it hurt to come. I’ve always been a greedy slut for you.”
He shakes his head and huffs out a breathless laugh that bleeds into a low groan, knowing I'm deliberately riling him up yet unable to resist it.
Two of his fingers swipe over my stomach, collecting his cum on the tips before reaching between my legs and gliding them down my slit. I bite my bottom lip, but not before a mewl slips through. I could weep from the relief of having him touch me again.
He watches me carefully as he plunges those same two fingers deep inside me then curls them against my g-spot.
My mouth drops open to set free a single cry against his parted lips.
That’s the only grace I’m offered before he rapidly pumps his fingers directly on that spot, as if he’s repeatedly pressing a button, keeping them curled just right to target it perfectly.
What starts as a moan ascends to a high-pitched squeak, though they do nothing to mask the wet squelching noises from his fingers. It’s almost too intense, and the urge to pee quickly arises.
“Ohh, fffffuu—” The syllable stutters out of me before turning into another high-pitched sound, my body curling into him.
I make the mistake of locking eyes with him, because the moment I do, I can’t look away. It agitates the butterflies until they’re wreaking absolute havoc on my insides, but I’m helpless to stop them.
It makes me desperate to alleviate the tension, so I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. His pupils dilate, and a low moan vibrates his throat. He’s still hard, but he’s sticky, so I grab his wrist and tug.
“Share with me,” I say.
He doesn’t need elaboration. He removes his fingers, and my hips involuntarily roll from the loss while my core practically screams for him to come back. I’m unable to bite back the whimper in time.
“Such a needy pussy,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around his cock and spreading the cocktail of our cum along his length.
Biting my lip, I glide my own palm down my center, wetting it before practically prying his fingers away from his dick.
One corner of his mouth lifts, hinting at the dimple above his cheek, but I don’t care if I’m amusing him—I just need him back inside me.
He must’ve forgotten how much he loves to torment me, because he drives his fingers inside me instantly. My eyelashes flutter, and I wrap my hand around him, pumping his length from base to tip, twisting my wrist as I do.
His brow knits, and his lips part soundlessly, but after the second time, a throaty moan mingles with mine.