Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
My voice cracks on another moan. “I can’t… it’s too good…”
He doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, fingers pumping slowly, tongue relentless, like he could stay down there for hours.
He moans into my ass… deep, guttural, and so fucking gorgeous it sends a full-body shiver racing up my spine; he sounds like he’s in heaven. My cheeks burn even hotter; I thought I was the one being pleasured, but right now Soren sounds completely lost in it.
My hips twitch involuntarily as his fingers curl inside me, pressing against that spot that makes my vision spark. I push my ass back against his face without thinking.
Soren growls and pulls his fingers out. “That’s right, baby… give it to me.”
Then he’s back with only his tongue, messy, obsessive, and relentless.
He licks and fucks into me with wet, filthy strokes, no rhythm, just pure hunger.
His hands grip my cheeks tighter, spreading me wider so he can bury his face deeper.
I’m shaking, moaning helplessly, the sound bouncing off the tiles.
He pulls back just enough to growl against my skin, voice wrecked, “You wanna come?”
I whine and shake my head quickly. “Not like this…”
Soren palms my ass, squeezing. “You want me inside you?”
I whimper, nodding desperately.
He stands up behind me, water cascading over both of us. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, then another, then another, open-mouthed and hot, as he slaps his fat cock against my hole.
“That what you want?” he whispers, voice dark and rough.
I nod, letting my head hang forward. “Please…”
Soren steps out of the shower for a second. I blink, confused. “What are you doing?”
He steps back in, water dripping from his body. “Showing you. You’ve never had this view before.”
I frown gently, not understanding what he means, but my thoughts dissolve into static the moment he lines up.
“Fuck, Christopher…” His voice is full of raw awe. “Your hole is so tight.”
The way he says my full name sends another shiver through me. There’s something different in his tone, almost reverent.
He pushes in slowly. The stretch is immediate and intense.
I gasp, hands scrabbling against the wet tile as the thick head of his cock breaches me.
Inch by inch he sinks deeper, groaning loud and low the whole time.
My body trembles, trying to adjust to his size.
It burns in the best way, that familiar mix of pain and overwhelming fullness that only Soren can give me.
When he’s finally buried to the hilt, his breathing is heavy and ragged against my ear. “Look.”
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but he brings his phone in front of my face and presses play on a video he just recorded.
It’s the view from behind… me bent forward, water running down my back, and Soren’s much larger body pressing into me.
The size difference is obscene. His thick cock slowly disappearing into me looks almost impossible.
I can see exactly why he’s always so obsessed with it.
I moan loudly at the sight, the visual making everything feel even more intense.
Soren groans. “You like watching that, baby?”
I nod frantically, unable to look away. I start fucking myself back onto him, pulling forward and pushing back faster, chasing the feeling.
“Fuck yes, Kit…” Soren’s voice drops into something filthy and unholy. “That’s it… look how your tight little hole swallows my cock. So fucking greedy for it.”
The words send heat flooding through me. I moan again, pushing back harder, completely lost in the sight on the screen and the feeling of him splitting me open.
Soren reaches past me and gently tosses his phone onto the pile of his discarded clothes. It lands with a soft thud. Then he’s on me.
His hands grip my hips hard, fingers digging in as he slams back inside in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the sound punched out of me by the sudden, overwhelming fullness. He doesn’t ease in this time, he fucks into me like he’s been starving for it, like he missed me so much it hurts.
“Fuck… I missed this,” he growls against my ear, voice rough and possessive. “Missed you. Missed this tight little hole.”
He sets a punishing rhythm, ramming into me deep and fast, each thrust taking my breath away. Water sprays around us as his hips slap against my ass.
“No one’s ever gonna hurt you again,” he snarls, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing, carefully just holding. “You hear me? Never again. You’re mine.”
He’s mumbling almost to himself now, voice breaking between thrusts. “So fucking precious… my precious boy… can’t believe you’re real… can’t believe you’re still here…”
Every word is punctuated by the sharp slap of his hips, the wet sound of him driving into me. I’m gasping, moaning, barely able to stay upright as he fucks me like he’s trying to imprint himself inside me.
Then, without warning, he pulls out. I whine at the sudden emptiness, legs shaking.
Soren reaches up and switches the shower off. The water stops, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing. I’m dazed, head spinning, body buzzing. Before I can even process it, he scoops me up into his arms, still dripping wet, but he doesn’t care.
“I need to see your face when I make you come,” he says, voice dark and raw. “Need to feel how real you are. How safe.”
He carries me out of the bathroom, both of us soaking wet, water trailing across the floor as he heads straight for his bed. He lays me down on the sheets, his large body following immediately, covering me completely.
He lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then he pushes in slowly, so slowly, like he’s savouring every single second.
A broken moan slips out of me as he stretches me open again.
The burn is familiar, but the way he’s looking at me isn’t.
His eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, and completely awestruck, like he still can’t believe I’m really here beneath him.
“Fuck… Kit…” he breathes, voice rough and trembling with something I’ve never heard from him before.
He sinks deeper, inch by inch, until his hips are flush against me. He doesn’t move right away. He just stays there, buried to the hilt, chest heaving as he stares down at me.