Kasien （Present） #3
I flip the delicate lace off and devour the view of her being completely naked, in my bed. Something I’ve been imagining for six years.
Finally, I bury myself in her, playing with her pussy. Her scent is another level. I feel like a fucking freak, inhaling her scent like it’s my oxygen. I never want to breathe air that isn’t the same as hers ever again. I kiss her clit, suck it, bite it a little until she’s screaming.
Then I spin her around, throwing her onto her belly and instantly grabbing her hips to pull her in, quickly opening my pants with one hand and shoving myself inside her without hesitation, all the way in, to the hilt.
She screams out and tries to pull away to ease the pressure but fails, I can’t let her. I love the first thrust. When it’s too much, when she hasn’t adjusted yet and she squirms in my hands, shaking with the pleasurable pain. I know she loves it too.
My arm slides under her breasts and lifts her up, pressing her back to my torso, her head falling backwards to my chest as she looks up at me from under her long lashes.
I squeeze her throat with one hand, holding her body with the other and slam deep inside her.
Her eyes roll back and the sounds that come out of her mouth are making me go so rough I can feel our sweat mixing between our bodies, sliding against each other, the drops sliding down her back and disappearing between her ass cheeks.
I drop my head into the curve between her neck and shoulder, to nibble her skin, bite her and lick her sweat off, all the way up to her ear, fighting the urge to rip her neck open.
The thrusts turn rougher, picking up speed, the sweat in between us making our bodies melt into each other.
“You’re taking me so good,” I grit out. “You were made for me, no one else, you understand?”
She nods in my hands as I slide my finger to her pussy to stroke her clit, making her whine with pleasure and chasing her high, bursting with orgasm so loud I cover her mouth, the muffled sounds echoing in my palm somehow sounding even better.
“That’s it, melt for me. No one else gets to see you like this ever again.”
We burst together, my cum dripping down from her, sticky between her thighs. I don’t let go of her even for a second as we collapse to the bed, catching our breaths, tangled together.
She feels so fragile.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” A sudden panic flashes through me.
I wasn’t really careful. She’s going to run away again.
She takes my hand and lifts it to her lips, trailing kisses all around that ugly melted flesh. I never understood what she liked about my hands.
She’s just so pure, always seeing beauty in such ugly things.
“Please don’t ever disappear on me again,” she mutters against the distorted skin.
The tension bleeds out of my muscles, leaving only warmth and the faint ache of being alive.
She’s watching me curiously.
“Are you sore?” I whisper and suddenly see red marks on her inner thighs, arms, neck. Jesus.
“I’m so sorry.” I put soft kisses on all the damage.
But why is it turning me on so much?
I shut my eyes and fight another hard-on. When I open them, she has that foxy smile on her face.
She knows well what she got herself into.
I straighten and lift her up, getting off the bed and walking us to the bathroom.
I open the glass doors to the large shower and turn on the main head, warm water pouring out of it right onto our faces.
I hold her with one hand under her ass, the other caressing her hair, moving the strands out of her face when she devours the relaxing water drops.
She tilts her head back so the stream of water can hit her face. She looks relaxed, loose and pliant.
Then our lips meet and melt together, the water running on our faces, our tongues crashing together. I bite on her lip and press her to the shower wall away from the water current.
What is it with her noises that send me to another dimension? I can’t fuck her again, she’s sore.
Instead, I put her legs on the ground and kneel in front of her, taking one of her legs and putting it on my shoulder, kissing it and slowly getting to her pussy as I look up at her.
Her lips are parted, nipples hard and tempting, her fingers trailing through my hair.
I tenderly run my tongue through her pussy, soothing the soreness as her head falls back, hitting the wall.
Her soft sounds get mixed with the running water. I could do this all night. I’ve been starving for years.
“Mhm, Kasien,” she begs, her body sliding on the black tiled wall and her hips chasing my tongue.
My fingers are sinking deep into her skin, one hand on her thigh and the second gripping her ass.
“Wait,” she gasps and looks down at me, her fingers grip my hair, tugging me away from her. She’s catching her breath as I get up, towering over her little devastated body, her cheeks red and lips swollen.
I grab her chin, force her mouth open with my thumb and hold it there, open for me. I stick out my tongue and let her juices mixed with my spit fall straight onto her tongue, thick and slow, watching it drip down her throat like I’m training her to take every part of me.
Jesus, I need to fuck her mouth.
She keeps her mouth slightly open while she slowly gets down on her knees as if she just read my mind.
My dick is hard as fuck and right there in front of her face. She’s kneeling, her lips curl into a little smirk before she starts running her tongue around my tip. I rest one hand on the shower wall to keep my balance, looking down at her.
The view is unbearable. I fight the urge to grip her hair and choke her with my cock deep down her throat.
Instead, I just watch, not moving, just my insides warming and curling under the touch of her delicate tongue. She takes it in her hand, her tongue sliding all over my tip, then all the way down the length, teasing me while watching me from under her lashes.
My body starts to tighten from the temptation, but I hold on. Yet I just can’t keep my hand away and start gliding my fingers through her hair.
She takes the tip in her mouth, sucking, before pushing it a little deeper, yet not even close to the hilt.
Don’t do it, don’t do it.
Fuck it.
I grip the back of her head so she doesn’t break her skull against the shower wall as I shove myself deep into her mouth, bracing her head against the tiles with my hand. Her muffled gasp echoes around my cock, her eyes fall shut.
“My little goddess, what are you doing to me?”
She opens her eyes and gags, the sound sending my eyeballs rolling back. I take my cock out, not entirely, just to give her air for a split second before thrusting back in. Her eyes water, the first black tear rolling down her cheek as she looks up at me, devotion and need in her eyes.
“You don’t even realize how much power you have over me when you’re down there.”
I thrust into her mouth, barely holding myself together, as another raw sound escapes her throat, muffled against my cock, ripping sanity right out of me. I grip her hair harder, pushing even deeper when she gags more and drool starts to drip down her chin right into her lap.
“Put your hand between your legs.”
She does as she’s told, opening her knees and touching herself. Her breath gets shallower as she’s taking herself to the edge with me.
I ride her mouth and give her a second of air every now and then before choking her, holding her head to me like it’s my lifeline. Her mouth fills with muffled moans as she rubs her clit and I can suddenly feel her body freezing.
She takes me over the edge with her when I slam my cock deep inside her throat a couple more times. She’s trying to scream, but it’s impossible, my cum is filling her throat and she’s adorably choking on it.
I pull out, black tears rolling down her cheeks, strings of cum and saliva stretching between her lips and my cock.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, slowly, dazed, while trying to catch her breath, looking up at me, smirk curling in the corner of her lips.
I take her under the arms, lift her up to me and hold her, wiping her black tears away with my thumb.
“You’re driving me out of my mind. If you knew what you do to me, you’d be terrified.”
She tightens her grip on me and smiles.
I’m not losing her again.
I can’t.
I need a plan. And it needs to be a good one or we’re all dead.