Chapter 17 Helping Us Both Relax #2
I nodded quickly and a breathy laugh escaped him.
The base of my spine began to tingle as another orgasm rose, but before I could focus on it, he pulled out.
Moving up to his knees, he grabbed my hips, flipping me and pulling me back up onto my knees.
I tried looking over my shoulder at him as he pulled my ass into the air, but his other hand pressed onto my upper back, pushing my face into the pillow beneath my head.
“Cedar, wha—” I began, but he thrust himself back into me, this time harder and impossibly deep.
“Shh, Princess. I don’t need your words, I need your tight little cunt to take my cum and enjoy what I’m willing to give you.” One of his hands gripped my hip so hard I knew it would leave a mark, while the other ran over my ass before leaving, only to come back down with a loud smack.
I gasped, trying to once again look over at him. “Did you just—”
He pushed me down again. “Cora, less words,” he growled. “Fuck.”
My face buried in the pillow again, he started fucking me harder while his hand inched over and a sudden pressure pressed against the tight bud of my ass.
I opened my mouth to question him but as if he could see it coming, he reached down and pressed my face deeper in the pillow, cutting off my words and half of my oxygen again.
My arms stretched above my head and I moaned into the pillow as his thumb pushed into my ass and his cock bottomed out.
“Just like that, Princess. I’ll fill all of your holes with so much of my cum that you’ll end up pregnant with my child instead of his,” he muttered.
“Please, Cedar.” A soft whimper escaped my mouth as the internal tidal wave hit me and I came all over his cock.
“Shit, Cora,” he moaned and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he came.
He slowly pulled out but held my hips still so I couldn’t move.
Finally able to look back at him, I watched as he used his fingers to push his cum back inside of me, only to then push his cum-covered fingers into my ass.
His eyes met mine and he smirked. “One hole left, Princess, but we’ll get to that later.
Maybe after I get to fully fill this one. ”
I watched as his fingers slowly pulled out of my ass and he leaned down, his tongue running from my clit all the way back. Sitting back up, he pushed my hips over until I was on my back and then he squeezed my cheeks until my lips parted, only to spit a mixture of our cum into my mouth.
Letting go of my face, his eyes locked with my own. “Swallow like a good little slut, Cora.”
As if I had no control over my body at all, I listened, swallowing the salty mixture of us as if my life depended on it, trying to ignore just how much it pleased me to see the small smile on his face as he watched me listen to his direction.
He laid back down beside me, pulling my back against his chest so our bodies were almost molded together. His hand was back around my inner thigh as he spread my legs again.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice quiet in our small little space here together.
“Shut up, Princess.” A moment later, he thrust his cock back inside of me, but he didn’t move beyond that as he released my thigh.
I bit back the small gasp and moan as I felt him pulse inside of me.
“Fates, Cora. I can feel you weeping for me and I’m not even moving,” he growled.
“Are you not satisfied yet, Princess? Does my little slut need more of my cum still? Did your master fill you up this way? Make you come all over his cock like I do?”
He chuckled before I could answer. “Yeah, I don’t think so. He left you wanting every single time, didn’t he? More worried about the breeding of this pretty little pussy than pleasing it. Use my cock, Cora, and please yourself.”
“Wh-what?” I stuttered, but my hips were already grinding against him as if my body knew exactly what to do, how to listen to what he desired from me.
“Just like that—fuck you’re already squeezing me again. Fates’ sake, this cunt is going to be the death of me, Princess.”
Grinding against his cock, my eyes closed, breathless as a layer of sweat covered us both, and I chased yet another orgasm. I couldn’t think past the need to feel him more, everywhere, again and again.
“You want more, Princess?” he asked, and I realized the words I’d thought had come out as a moan, a plea.
A sharp pinch hit the column of my neck before I could beg for more, and I felt my body go into overdrive as I came all over his cock once again as he drank from my throat with slow and steady pulls. He groaned as his cock pulsed again and he came inside of me once more.
I laid there, panting as he licked and closed the bite marks, expecting him to slip from inside of me, but he didn’t. He remained inside of me, still rock hard.
“I’m starting to believe you like me,” I muttered between pants.
He scoffed. “I don’t. My cock does. I, however, still can’t stand you.”
We laid there in silence, nothing more to be said, but as his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled my back against him, his cock still buried inside of me, I couldn’t help the feeling that there was a great deal left unsaid between us.