Chapter 39 #3
She didn’t even have the strength to resist or lift her face when her dress was pulled down off her body, swiftly leaving her bare.
My body feels so heavy, came her dizzy thoughts. How can one orgasm feel so good?
Like all her stress and strain unwound right under his mouth. She was so sated her eyelids lowered with ease.
That lasted only until a thick and throbbing cock slid between her pussy lips to nestle against her clit, and her eyes flung open when the emotions that slammed into her were feral, aggressive, and horny. Her insides clenched as her nipples ached, one extra sensitive and swollen.
A single hand landed right next to her nose, and she turned her head up to Kier rising above her.
His black hair hung down like sharp daggers around his handsome, sculptured face, his pupils so blown they swallowed up much of the red in his eyes.
His lips were wet, as was a glistening line going across his cheek.
He was so beautiful her heart stammered.
He leaned down to bury his face against the side of her neck, and his lips slid along her prickling flesh. His voice lowered until it was a possessive, dark rumble. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be able to do nothing but scream for me.”
Fisting his cock, he dragged it back so he could tuck the head against her opening, and her breath hitched.
Her hands flew to his back when he started to sink it inside, and she stretched over it. “Wait,” she rasped.
She needed a moment. Just one more moment to catch her breath before she went spiralling to a place she knew she couldn’t come back from.
“Wa–” With a growl against her skin, Kier surged forward, and her plea caught in her throat. “Oh!”
Her nails dug into his skin from the mingle of pleasure as he filled her, and the sting of him squeezing his girth halfway inside her.
It’d been so long since something filled her, and she’d never needed to accommodate around something of his impressive size.
Her thighs spread both in welcome and to ease the strain, tensing around it.
Oh gods. He’s inside me. She threw her head to the side as she fisted the bedding. His cock is inside me.
He dug his arms around her and grabbed a fistful of her hair and her arse at the same time. “Nhn. You’re so fucking tight, Carwyn. So damn soft,” he grated as he drew his hips back to collect her wetness. “I knew you’d feel perfect.”
Then he pumped, forcing himself deeper with each one and stretching her over his thicker middle. Each inch he worked in ripped a cry from her, pleasure seizing her from all angles.
It bled into her skin from everywhere they touched, his chest pressing in to massage her aching, attention-starved breasts. From his abdomen shoved into hers, from his mouth huffing right below her ear, and through her very arms and her sensitive inner thighs.
She experienced it in every thrust that rubbed his cock right against a tender spot that had white dots speckling in her dizzying gaze.
It spread out across her pelvis the deeper he went until she thought she felt him in her throat, even when he’d yet to tuck against her cervix.
In her legs as they shook and trembled while shifting to cradle his warm body as it came closer and closer.
And she felt it in the pit of her soul as he shared his with her. It was all-consuming, all-enlightening, possessive and thrilling. It had claws and fangs that refused to relent and instead only sunk deeper with its demands, needing more – craving it.
Now that it was getting what it wanted, it urged for... everything.
Even when his hips pressed tightly against hers and she snuggled him tight, it got more antagonistic until it simmered in the marrow of her bones.
His skin was smouldering against her torso and palms, but her own burned hotter when he started to thrust fast and hard, just like he promised.
She always thought she’d grow lethargic.
That the weight and pressure would be too much for her to handle, and she’d lie there listless.
She was wrong. She was delirious as energy so strong and commanding twisted into her, yet she could do little more than hold on to him like he was a raft in a turbulent sea.
She didn’t spiral; she cycloned so swiftly that one moment she was fine, and the next she was screaming as her orgasm was ripped from her. Kier’s snarl was barbaric and crazed as she scored his back under the onslaught of tension. She shook wildly as her pussy milked his cock in heavy, wet spasms.
“Oh fuck, Carwyn.” His hips picked up speed as he fucked through it. His hands tightened on her, stinging her scalp and kneading her arse in a bruising squeeze. “That’s right. Come really hard for me.”
Her lungs burned as she released cry after cry that grew more cracked and broken with each thrust that knocked the air from her.
When she stopped clinging so tightly, her orgasm ebbing, she wasn’t offered a reprieve this time. Her whimpers sounded lewd and lost to her own ears as she let him do whatever he wanted freely. It all felt amazing. Bliss had taken over her entire being and fragmented her soul.
It didn’t matter who it belonged to, not when it felt like they’d become one aching, terrible being.
I cannot breathe. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t suck in enough air. It’s too much.
Her eyelids flickered as her eyes rolled back before closing.