Chapter 18
I kissed her, feeling her shiver. Her body screamed for some recovery time.
I took my time with her and gave her soft, lingering kisses that went on and on.
As I rubbed my cock up and down her wet pussy, a switch flipped inside me.
Somewhere at the base of my brain, primal circuits I wasn’t even aware I had were activated.
“Angel, can I make love to you?” I asked between kisses.
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she moaned.
She arched, and her head fell back. I trailed kisses down her collarbone, taking time to nibble on her. My hands grabbed both of hers, and I lifted them over her head. Trailing down her upper arms, I pressed lightly on her left one.
There was a small, flexible rod that could be felt right under the skin. Her implant. This was absolute insanity. Internally, I argued with myself over whether or not I should wear a condom.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I admitted. “Open up for me, angel, let me in,” I commanded, deciding on the spot.
To hell with it. I held her tenderly. My chest lay against her breasts, my mouth to hers. She angled her hips and swung her legs up and around my waist. My heart jackhammered inside my chest.
The mere contact of our bodies had me groaning. Her face filled with relief as I guided my cock into her hot, tight pussy. Both her mouth and eyes widened as I entered her. She was so wet and relaxed.
Pushing deeper and deeper as far as I could go, a guttural groan tore from my throat as I bottomed out, causing her to cry out. Sliding my hands under her ass, I cupped her cheeks, kneading the flesh.
“You okay?”
“Yes, more than okay. I love it.” Her hand reached up and ran through my hair, causing me to shiver.
I alternated. Fast and slow, deep and shallow. Pulling her ass up and into me as I pushed my down. “Match me, Tori,” I commanded.
“Yes, Sir.” Her hands slid down my back and pulled me into her as she tilted her pussy up.
In perfect synchronicity, we moved. I slid out and shallowly pushed back in.
I repeated the move and then bottomed out, held still for a second, and did it all over again.
Once the movements became automatic, I removed my hands from her ass and raised her arms once more, restraining her in a small way.
Leaning down, I kissed her passionately, all the while moving my hips with hers. The walls of her cunt squeezed my cock as I fucked her deeply. We made slow, passionate love like we had all the time in the world, and at that moment we did.
I stared down at her as she lost control. Her eyes glossed over, and she licked her lips.
“Now pay attention,” I groaned as I broke our rhythm and pulled almost all the way out.
She panted, and I had to call her name three times. Moving one hand to her hips, I stilled her as she sought to keep my cock buried inside her. Once I had her attention, I pulled out, then slammed deep inside and rotated my hips slowly. She hissed as my cock pressed against her cervix.
Damn. I pulled back, tempering myself, and eased slowly back inside, groaning with pleasure. I began a series of tight little circles, rocking into her without withdrawing completely from her depths. Gasping, she moved her hands down to my ass and gripped it.
Continuing this new pattern, I let her fuck me. Finding her own rhythm, she thrust her hips upward. Her hands matched the pattern of our hips. Lust burned through me as her fingers dug into my flesh, driving me crazy.
She quickened the pace, and her soft moaning turned as her pleasure increased. Soon, loud squeals echoed off the walls, and I grabbed the back of her head and cradled it. With my other arm, I wrapped it under her shoulder and hugged her to me.
I lost all control. The slapping of our skin and the noises of her wet pussy pushed me to the edge. Looking down at her, the desire to protect and corrupt her all at the same time overwhelmed me. I fought off my body’s innate need to let go.
“Andrew, I’m going to come again,” she screamed. “Please.”
I yanked my cock out of her, and she whimpered, looking crestfallen.
“No,” she cried.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you. I just want you from behind, is all. Is that okay?”
She sniffled and nodded like a good girl. I kissed her on the nose and nudged her hip.
“Turn over, that’s my girl. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard,” I murmured in her ear before sucking her lobe into my mouth.
She shuddered as she moved to reposition herself on the bed, raising her ass in the air.
“Head in the pillow. I’m going to make you scream, Victoria.”
Obediently, she did as I told her. “Yes, Sir,” was the muffled reply as she rocked her ass from side to side.
Taking a firm grip on her hips, I lined my cock up to her dripping pussy and pulled her ass into me as I sank into heaven. Letting out a long groan, I seated myself deeply in her willing body.
Muffled pants greeted me. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I found her clit. I fingered it as I fucked her hard. I’d never felt this type of emotion before. Dominating a woman was a privilege and an art form.
There had always existed a barrier or wall, so to speak, in my brain when I was with a woman. But sliding in and out of this one, my entire world changed. Her muffled screams into the pillow and the way she squeezed me as she pushed her ass back had my knees weak.
I gathered her tousled hair and grabbed a handful. Pulling her head back, I growled, “This pussy belongs to me, do you understand? It’s mine now. You are mine.”
She erupted, coming hard. I yelped in surprise at the sheer strength of her walls as they contracted around my cock.
Her pussy spasmed, clutching and releasing me over and over as I fucked her through it.
Her back bowed as her body seized, and she thrust her ass back hard with such strength that it took nearly all my body weight to hold her down.
“Yes, Sir. Ooh, all yours. Every part belongs to you.” Her response and subsequent orgasm rendered me speechless. Frozen in place, my equilibrium was completely thrown off. I could no longer think clearly. Damn this woman. I threw my head back, breathing through the power of her contractions.
Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like two full minutes, and then slowly as her convulsions started diminishing, I moved inside her again. Focusing on the feeling of her swollen, wet pussy caressing my cock from crown to base, I knew I was going to explode soon.
My hips snapped against her ass as I fucked her hard.
That familiar tightening started, and I welcomed it.
Hell, I fucking surrendered to it. I could tell it was going to be intense by the way my muscles clenched.
Stroking in and out of her, I hissed and then groaned loudly as finally my balls gave way.
“Fuck, Tori. You have no idea how good you feel,” I murmured as a completely unfamiliar sensation washed over me.
Every time with her felt different from the time before. My eyes widened as I actually felt the internal pressure of my cum pouring out of my tip and coating her. It was never ending and as I stroked in and out of her pussy, each thrust had me shivering.
When it passed, I realized I’d stopped breathing and sucked in a deep breath. All I could smell was her—all over me. I couldn’t tell where she began and where I ended, and I didn’t want to.
As I pulled out and eased her body down on the bed, she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. Since we hadn’t had a conversation about what she might like in the way of aftercare, I dug into my vault of norms, hoping she’d respond to one or more of them.
I gathered her worn body to mine, providing skin-to-skin contact. The way she clung to me, her fingers digging into my back, let me know I had made the right call.
“Don’t leave me,” she whimpered.
Softly stroking her hair, I breathed, “I’m here, angel. I’m not going anywhere. This is the only place I want to be right now. Here with you. Holding you in my arms. Damn, you’re incredible, beautiful, and what you’re experiencing right now is totally normal.”
I kissed the top of her head, and she broke down sobbing. I held on tighter. A good cry could be therapeutic, and I rode hers out.
Once she was calm, I spoke, “It’s not mandatory, but do you think you could tell me what’s going on inside of you?”
“Not really, it’s jumbled and my thoughts are everywhere all at once. Don’t be mad, please?” Her fingernails dug into my back as she held on, almost frantic. “Don’t disappear, please don’t let this be a dream.”
“Take your time. Let all of those emotions out. This isn’t a dream, this is real. You’re here in my arms. Concentrate on my fingertips.” I trailed them up and down her back, drawing random patterns.
Needing to ground her to the moment, I rolled her over and once more pulled her body back flush against mine. Once I had her tightly wrapped in my arms, she sighed.
“Tori, can you do me a favor and open your eyes? Tell me five things you can see right now in this room.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “The fireplace, the nightstand table, a lamp, the trainers you bought me, and a painting.”
“Great job. Now, can you tell me four things you can touch or feel?”
Her fingers tightened around my hand. “Your wrist bone, the sheets under me, your chest against my back, and your breath against my hair.”
“Excellent,” I praised her. “Now, how about three things you can hear?”
She paused for a moment. “The faint hum of the fan, the distant sounds of cars outside the window, and the ticking of your watch.”
“Perfect,” I said. “Now, two things you can smell.”
“You and…and me,” she said faintly.
“Good girl,” I reassured her, unable to hide the smile on my face. “And one final thing. Name one thing you can taste.”
She rolled over, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip. Her eyes met mine briefly before they trailed down and focused on my lips. My grin widened, and she kissed me. Her tongue pushed through my lips and touched mine.
Pulling back, she breathed, “I taste you.”
We had an impromptu make-out session for ten minutes, and I had to break away from her as my dick once more hardened. Putting my finger to her lips, she looked dazed. I moved and picked up her naked body.
“What are you doing?” she flailed.
“You need to use the restroom and I need to bathe you, angel.”
“Why though? I like you on me,” she said bashfully, causing me to chuckle.
“I’m glad to hear that, but nonetheless, a warm soak is what this pussy needs. Then you’ll need a snack. I’ll have to hit the vending machines. And by the way…I’m the boss here, not you.”
“Oh, really?” she giggled.
“God, you need to do more of that.”
“What?” she asked.
Setting her down by the door where the toilet was, I gave her a gentle shove. Before she closed the door, I stopped it.
“Laugh. It makes my heart…” I paused for effect, “happy.”