31. Astor #3
I chase his mouth when he returns and indulges me for a moment before flipping me to my stomach, and pushing one of my knees up to nearly my armpit.
His slick tip slides along my crack, barely nudging over my hole.
I arch, trying to lift my hips, but he grabs my cheek, spreading my arse, while keeping me pinned to the bed.
His fingers brush my hole, adding lube to both his cock and my ring.
I whine, but he doesn’t tease me anymore, pushing his head against my pucker.
I hiss, closing my eyes, needing badly to get lost in his feel.
The pressure mounts as he pushes forward, my body resisting the intrusion.
It burns when he finally pops past my barrier. I grunt.
“Just breathe, baby.”
I do as he asks.
“Your hole looks so fucking hot stretched around me.” He works himself in and out, an inch deeper with each thrust. “It’s even better than the first time.”
The pain spreads, but pleasure builds with each withdrawal.
“Really?” My nerves are on fire reacting to every vein and ridge of his thick cock. It feels better than I ever could have imagined having him work himself inside me.
“Really. I can’t get enough of watching me fuck you. You take my cock so fucking well.”
I squeeze around him, glancing over my shoulder to watch his hard body flex with every movement. “I love watching you fuck me too.”
“Baby!” His thrusts slow while he uses one hand to spread my ass so he can get deeper. “Promise?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep those looks up.” He groans, bottoming out and staying there, grinding in deep galvanic circles, nearly making me come on the spot.
“Then fill me, Ru.” I know what I’m doing using the abbreviation.
“I love when you call me that.” He hisses, digging his fingers into my ass cheek. “I don’t want to yet. I need more time inside you.”
I moan spurring him on until he’s buried, laying over me, giving me all his weight and I want to stay here forever. Lost to bliss and shielded by his body.
This is entirely new. Usually when he takes me from behind with his fingers, he fucks me like he hates me, which I love.
This is much different. He stays deep, rocking his hips, punishingly slow.
But I can’t complain. It’s almost better than a release.
The closeness and intimacy. Complete ownership.
“I can’t get deep enough inside you,” he whispers against my ear. “I want to crawl inside your skin and inhabit you completely.”
“I want you to stay here forever.”
“No one else is ever allowed to touch you again. You are mine.” The words are like a knife to my chest. I’d bleed out for him by the end of this, letting him usher in my ruin.
“I don’t want anyone else’s hand on me but you.”
The build to my orgasm is torturous ecstasy. Every sound he makes belongs to me. I know in this moment I possess him as much as he does me.
He shoves his hand under me wrapping it around my cock. “This is mine.”
I come almost instantly, but it doesn’t end. I’m trapped in the pleasure with wave after wave of crashing bliss, and I’m still in the afterglow when he floods me with warmth, pumping his release deep inside me. He fills me and it’s almost better than my orgasm.
I love getting him off. Being in control and making him lose it. My name on his lips as he comes. I still can’t believe I’m the one he wants. But somehow it makes life worth enduring.
Rurik stays inside me for a long time, but it’s not nearly long enough when he tries to pull away.
“Don’t. I want you to stay inside me.” I hold onto him like he’s slipping away.
“If I don’t at least clean you up, your cum is going to solidify into a forbidden marshmallow, and you’ll be glued to the bed.” He kisses the back of my neck, not making another attempt to move.
I grunt and release him. “You can go, but only because I’m worried you’ll try to eat said marshmallow.”
He laughs but doesn’t deny it, strolling with all his glory towards the ensuite.
A moment later, he returns with a washcloth and wipes me down, then makes me get up so he can change the sheets. I fall back into bed, and he’s about to get in with me, but stops.
“Your door is ajar.” He closes and locks it, then climbs in behind me.
“I must have forgotten to close it after my tea.” I turn in his arms to bury my face in his chest.
“Do you really want me to sleep inside you?”
I pick up my head. “Can you?”
He grabs my hand pushing it between us to stroke his cock. He adds more lube as he hardens between my fingers, then guides my leg over his hip. “Put me inside you.”
I direct him to my hole. “Will you be able to sleep like this?”
“I’ll do anything for you.”
I believe him.
He’s already hard again and thrusts all the way inside me easily since I’m still slick with his cum. I rock into him, his head hitting my prostate, bringing my cock back to life.
He stills my hip with a firm grasp. “You need sleep.”
I pout but tuck my face into his chest, relishing in the closeness.
“The demon thing you see…”
My breath catches in my throat. I know what he’s going to ask, and I’m not sure we can go back from there. I’ve never spoken about it out loud to anyone.
“Yes?” I barely manage.
“It rapes you?”
“It’s not real.”
“Answer the question.”
“Yes.”