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He alternates from a slow, steady pace that leaves me lightheaded with the sensations running through my body to a relentless pounding that makes my head spin with the sheer ferocity of each stroke. He slows. He quickens. He pounds and pounds and pounds.
And now he’s spun me onto my stomach again, my breath faltering in anticipation of his next move. I’m completely helpless below him, and the thought is exhilarating.
“You like getting fucked hard, little slut?” Cree reaches up and grabs the hair at the back of my head, pulling me off the floor. “You wanted my cock so bad, and you haven’t even thanked me yet.”
He releases my hair. A moment later, I feel a sharp sting on my ass.
“Thank you!” I scream as he smacks me again.
> “You love my cock, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?” Another slap.
“I love your cock! I love getting fucked by your cock!”
“Yeah, you do.” He grasps the rope at the small of my back and flips me over. He presses my knees up to my chest and slams into me even harder.
I’m dizzy, hyperventilating, and covered in sweat as I cry out over and over again. My body quivers, and I wonder just how much more of this I can take. Eyes squeezed shut, I pull against the ropes around my wrists until they tighten enough to be slightly painful, but at least I have some leverage. I push against him, trying to match the now furious pace, but I can’t keep up.
“Oh, shit…Kas…”
I dare to open my eyes and look up at him. His eyes are closed, his face tilted toward the ceiling, and his jaw is clenched. His knuckles have gone white as he grips the ropes around my waist and pulls them toward him, still thrusting. He lets out a long groan as his body quakes.
A moment later, he releases my legs. They flop to the floor as if they have no muscles at all, and Cree drops on top of me.
For the first time, I wish my hands weren’t bound. I want to wrap my arms around him, and I can’t. I let out a whimper of frustration, and Cree reaches up to loosen the ropes around my wrists. He slips the loops over my hands and rubs my wrist lightly as he slowly brings each arm down, massaging my shoulders as he does.
As soon as I’m able, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. I have to fight back tears, and I feel like a complete idiot again. Who cries after sex?
Cree doesn’t seem to notice as I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. He just holds me in his arms for a few moments before he pulls back and rolls off of me, leaving me cold.
“Don’t go!” My cry sounds desperate, and I feel like a moron again.
“Just give me a sec to recover,” Cree says with a chuckle. He places his fingers at the base of his cock and carefully removes the condom. He ties it in a knot before tossing it to the side. “Don’t let me forget that’s there.”
“I’ll try,” I reply. “I’m not sure my head is working at the moment though.”
“Good.” Cree kneels beside me, just barely on the towel. He takes a long breath before reaching over me and quickly loosening the ropes around my body. Wordlessly, he turns me this way and that until all the ropes have been removed, and I feel even more naked than I am.
Cree pulls me into a sitting position before he leans against the back wall and coaxes me into his lap. The entire area between my legs feels raw and overstimulated, yet I can’t help but notice his cock against my ass as I sit down.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly as he begins to massage my shoulders, arms, and legs.
“Worn out,” I say with a short laugh.
“Is that good?”
“Yes.” I lean my head against his shoulder. “Very good.”
“I’m glad to hear it, then.” He continues rubbing my skin for a while and then wraps his arms around me.
The air around us is cold, but his body heat is enough to sustain me for now. My head is still in a fog, and I close my eyes as I listen to the sound of his heart beating. It seems faster than what would be considered normal. I try to count the beats and compare them with my own, but I can still barely think. Even reeling off numbers has become a chore. I give up and switch my focus to the warmth of his embrace.
I wake up with a start, not even realizing I had dozed off. We’re lying down now, our bodies entwined as Cree strokes my back and neck.
“Shh,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”
