Chapter 6 #2
When I finally come back down to earth, I sink into the mattress.
Stryker climbs on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand cups my face.
He presses gentle kisses all over with featherlight touches of his lips.
He tickles my forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, my mouth.
Stryker strokes his tongue inside of me slowly, deliberately, while his hand moves from my face and trails down my body, caressing me and setting me on fire.
I spread my legs and welcome more of his skin on my skin. At some point, Stryker rid himself of the rest of his clothes, and I feel his hot, hard cock rubbing against my pussy.
In a sudden surge of confidence, I push against Stryker’s chest, urging him to sit up.
“Everything okay, beautiful?”
“I want to see you,” I breathe out, my heart hammering in my chest.
Stryker grins and stands up. I sit on the edge of the bed and take him in for the first time.
All of him. Even though I just saw his chest moments ago, I’m still surprised at how muscled and perfect he is.
And then there’s his thick, glorious cock that I know is going to stretch me and break me in the most exquisite way.
I stand up and place my hands on his bare chest, loving the feeling of his warm skin and how his muscles tense and flex underneath my fingers.
Stryker throws his head back and hisses out a breath. “God, your touch, Soraya… It undoes me.”
I smile and continue my exploration, trailing my hands over the dips and curves of his sculpted body, followed by my tongue. I can’t explain it, but I want to taste him, his sweat, his skin, his release as it shoots from his dick.
I start to kneel before him, but Stryker grabs my arms and pulls me up into a kiss.
“The first time I come tonight is going to be in your tight little pussy, Soraya, not your mouth.”
"The first time?" I ask, half-joking, half nervous for what all that implies.
"Mmhm," he says, nuzzling my neck and kissing me there.
"I'm going to make you come on my cock a few times before I empty myself deep inside of you.
Then I'll lap up our mess and have you ride my face until you come again.
When you think you can't take anymore, I'll sink inside of you and make both of us reach our peak together, again and again, until the only thing you remember is how my fat cock feels as it's ripping you apart. "
“Oh, god,” I moan as he nips at my ear and licks my pulse point. “Please do that to me. Please, Striker."
“Jesus,” he groans, pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me again.
Stryker holds himself up with a forearm on either side of my head.
I spread my legs once again, welcoming all of him.
He rubs his dick through my folds, groaning when he hits my clit.
I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him where I need him most. All of this teasing and dirty talk has me desperate to finally have him inside of me.
My movement has the opposite effect. Instead of entering me, Stryker pulls back and kisses away my protests. “Let me do this, Soraya. Give me control,” he whispers into my lips before kissing me sweetly, passionately.
When we pull apart, his right hand slips between our bodies as he fists his cock and guides it to my entrance.
“Are you ready, beautiful?”
“Yes, yes, please,” I whimper, the excitement and anxiety swirling in my stomach.
Stryker pushes inside of me, slowly, watching my reaction. I feel myself stretching, almost to the point of pain. It burns a little, but I still want more. Stryker is shaking as he tries to restrain himself. He continues his slow invasion of me until he bumps up against my barrier.
I gasp and close my eyes, preparing for him to enter me completely.
“Look at me, Soraya. I want to watch you as I claim you for the first time.”
My eyes snap open, and Stryker pulls back slightly so he can rub my clit with his thumb. It relaxes me a little bit.
“Mine,” he growls as he thrusts all the way inside of me, hitting home.
I feel a pinch deep in my core, and a pain that ripples out of me, making me cry out.
Stryker doesn’t move, he just stays still as I adjust to this new feeling.
“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispers before kissing my forehead.
“I’m sorry I had to hurt you. It gets better, sweet Soraya. I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
I take a deep breath and stare into those beautiful eyes of his. They are full of such emotion, such warmth, and concern. I truly feel like I'm the most important thing in the world to him right now.
“I’m okay,” I tell him. “I trust you, and I want more, Stryker. All of it. Everything.”
“Can I move?” He grits out, the restraint slipping from him each second he’s not moving inside of me.
I nod my approval.
“Need you to tell me what you want, Soraya.”
“I want you to move. I want you to… fuck me.” The word is foreign on my lips, but the way his eyes sharpen and his nostrils flare lets me know he likes it.
“Anything for you,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting into me again.
We both groan when he hits home over and over. I love feeling the thick veins in his cock sliding against the walls of my pussy as he moves in and out of me.
“So goddamn tight, Jesus, you feel so good, Soraya.”
“You… too…” I manage to say in between thrusts. I wrap my arms around his back and grip the taut muscles there, clinging to him while he picks up speed.
Stryker twists his hips slightly, changing up the angle. He hits that spot inside of me with his dick, making my whole body jerk in his arms.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Y-yes…” I moan.
I dig my nails into his back to spur him on. Stryker crashes his mouth down on mine as our bodies come together, again and again, flesh meeting flesh, pleasure meeting pleasure. I squeeze my legs around him and clench my pussy to get him deeper inside of me.
Stryker thrusts into me harder, faster, each stroke of his dick pushing me closer, closer, hitting that spot over and over, once, twice, again, again, god, one more time, please, please, I need it, my body trembling and aching for more.
He slams into me one last time and I scream, shattering around him. My pussy clamps down on his thick cock as all my muscles tense up tightly and then unwind, the orgasm rolling through me in explosive waves.
“That’s it, love, that’s so fucking it. Come for me again, Soraya.”
I widen my eyes, unable to imagine myself doing that again. Stryker, however, is confident enough for both of us. He leans back and sits on his heels, grabbing my hips and fucking himself with my body. The angle is different, deeper, hitting new places that make me shake and moan uncontrollably.
“Stryker, god, Stryker… This is…”
I gasp and cry out as his fingers blur over my clit. With one pinch, he has me twisting in his arms, but he won’t let me escape the onslaught of sensations as my orgasm claws at me and rips me apart from the inside out. I thrash and scream as Stryker continues to fuck me through it.
“Look at us, Soraya,” he demands, his voice gravelly and desperate. “Look how your pussy stretches and takes my big cock like a good girl.”
I open my eyes as my orgasm fades and see him sink into me again and again. It’s dirty and hot as hell. His movements become jerky and I feel his dick swell up, growing impossibly larger. He’s throbbing and thrusting and working me up into another orgasm, both of us sweating and shaking.
Then he pulls himself out and strokes himself once before spraying his cum all over my tits and stomach.
“Fuck, Soraya,” he groans. “Mine, fucking mine.”
The next second, Stryker is kneeling in between my legs, licking my swollen pussy as he rubs his cum into my skin.
The feeling of his hot seed cooling against my skin, his tongue dipping into my entrance, his teeth scraping against my clit, has me bowing my back on the bed and climaxing so hard I can’t breathe.
Barely giving me any time to recover, Stryker flips me on my stomach and plunges his already hard cock inside of me.
Cum coats my thighs as my cunt snaps around his huge dick.
He pounds into me mercilessly, making obscene noises as he fucks me into yet another blinding orgasm, sobbing my release.
This time, I take him with me over the edge.
He shoots his load deep inside of me, rope after rope until he is spent.
I must have passed out there for a second because when I open my eyes, Stryker has me wrapped up in his arms and he's pressing soft kisses over my face and neck.
“Are you okay?” He sounds panicked, almost.
“What?” I ask in total confusion. “Stryker, that… I don’t even know how to describe it. I didn’t know I could feel so incredible.”
His hands come up to cradle my face as he searches my eyes for truth. When he's satisfied with what he sees, Stryker closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, breathing in deeply.
“Soraya. My angel of light,” he whispers more to himself than to me. “You’re perfect, you know that? So perfect.”
Stryker combs his fingers through my hair and continues whispering sweet things to me until my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows. I know we’ll have to clean up eventually, but right here, right now, I’m happier and more complete than I’ve ever been.