His rhythm stays controlled, but I can feel the shift. He is starting to lose control. I hear it in the ragged catch of his breath, feel it in the way his hands dig into my hips like he needs to mark me from the inside out. His voice drops to a growl, filthy words muttered hot against my skin between thrusts.
“Fuck, baby. This ass looks so good taking my dick.”
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to bare my throat. He kisses it, then again, then bites hard. The sharp sting makes me moan loud into the mattress.
His thrusts stay deep, but the rhythm sharpens. The slaps of his hips against my ass fill the room, echoing through the wet sound of our bodies meeting over and over again.
He growls low and shifts his angle slightly, just enough to slam into a new spot inside me.
I gasp. My whole body jolts. I nearly come from that alone.
“Seth—”
“I know, baby,” he rasps, voice strained.
His hand snakes down between my legs, moving fast. Two fingers find my clit, slick, throbbing, desperate for friction—and the second he touches it, I almost come off the bed.
“Fuck,” I choke, body convulsing, hips jerking back against him.
“That’s it,” he thrusts harder now. “Come for me while I’m in your ass.”
My breath shatters. My back arches. I am right there, right on the edge, about to break all over him.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he grinds into me, hitting that spot again and again.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please—don’t stop—”
I don’t even realize I am shaking until he feels it.
His hand tightens on my hip.
He doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t break pace. He just keeps moving, burying himself to the hilt every time. The stretch still makes my legs shake, but now the burn bleeds into something hotter. Something addictive. Every time he pulls back, it feels like he is taking a piece of me with him. Every push forward fills me again, stuffs me full, until I can’t tell where the ache ends and the pleasure starts.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna fill your ass with so much cum.”
The words wreck me. I whimper, I can’t help it, because I can’t form words anymore. Just sounds.
He stays deep, rocking into me with slow, perfect control. His cock drags along every hypersensitive inch, making my spine arch involuntarily. Then his fingers find my clit again.
I break.
My hips lift, chasing his touch, chasing him, needing more. I'm past the point of pretending I have control. I'm begging without words, my body speaking for me, and he groans like the sound of it physically hurts him.
The pressure in my core coils fast. It builds in seconds and detonates withoutwarning.
My whole body locks up. Muscles tense, my back arches, and I scream into the pillow as the orgasm rips through me. My thighs tremble uncontrollably. The release comes in waves, each stronger than the last, drawn out by his deep, grinding thrusts that never let up.
“Fuck, Brooke,” he groans.
I feel his whole body tense.
His breath catches in his throat, and his hands grip my hips tighter, hauling me against him as he shoves in hard, balls pressed flush to my ass. His cock twitches deep inside me and then he comes.
The first pulse is thick and hot. I feel it fill me in heavy spurts, warm liquid coating my insides as he empties himself completely. His cum spills around the tight seal of my ass clenching him, leaking out, sliding between my cheeks. He holds still, buried deep, his body shaking against mine with every pulse.
He doesn’t pull out. Just stays there, his cock still throbbing, his jaw clenched against my shoulder, raw groans escaping his throat like he can’t hold them back anymore.
The room goes quiet except for the sound of our breathing, both of us wrecked in the best possible way.
