Page 136 of Theta

"Holy fucking god, your cock is hitting my G-spot." She slams backward, crushing herself onto me, reaches back and grabs her own ass cheek to pull it away so I can fuck deeper. "Please, Killy. I'm gonna explode. Please!"

"No,” I growl as I fight the urge to do what she’s begging for, instead forcing myself to ease in, slowly, gently, torturously, savoring each millimeter of wet, tight, slippery slide, until my balls smash against her skin and my cock aches and throbs. "Do not come yet."

She snarls like a trapped wildcat. "FUCK!" Her fingers dig into the sand as she clenches them, pushing herself backward. "Please, baby, please. I’m begging you—I need to come. I can't hold it any longer."

"Yes, you can." I rake my palms up her back, scratch my fingernails down her spine, grip a double handful of her big beautiful round ass. "You're gonna wait for me, sweetheart. We're gonna come together, and it's gonna be…oh fuck, you feel so goddamned incredible, Story. Jesus, your pussy is so tight."

"Your cock…oh god oh god." She twists to look at me over her shoulder, mouth open, eyes wide and brow furrowed. "I can't get enough of you."

"I want to fuck you just like this forever."

"Please?"

I can't fight it much longer—the boil of orgasm is a brutal heat and punishing desperation overwhelming every other thought and sensation within me, burning and aching and raging.

Story shudders, pushing back into me hard as I surge forward. "Killian, goddammit, please let me come."

"Not yet," I growl, pulling back slowly and feathering slow, shallow thrusts into her, barely enough to feel, just enough to tease. "Almost, baby. Wait for me."

She mewls, a desperate little sound of raw, ragged need as I keep pumping shallowly, barely splitting her pussy. "I can't! I can't wait!" She shifts her weight again and touches her clit, flinching an involuntary backward thrust. "Oh-oh-ohhfuckohfuck, Killian. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. I can't stop it, baby. I can't—I can't help it. I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I have to…oh fuck! I have to come!"

Her fingers fly over her clit, and I feel her tight, wet pussy squeezing tighter, flushing wet heat and rippling hard around my cock as her orgasm builds and builds. She screams, then, and her pussy clamps down so hard it feels like her fist squeezing me, and I thrust through the slick silk vise with a loud, feral snarl.

"Fuck!” I groan, feeling her pussy gush her release, making the tight hot wetness even hotter, even tighter, even wetter, and now the dizzying ecstasy of being inside her is a glory beyond description, and my mind spirals out of my body in a weltering crashing glut of orgasmic chaos. My body shudders, and I see white, and I grab her shoulder in one hand and smack her ass cheek with the other. “God, I fucking love how you feel, taking me like this. So fucking sexy.” I smack her again. “I love this ass.”

"YES!" she wails. "Spank me, baby!"

I push deep, lean back, and spank her ass hard, one side and then the other, and she cries out with each smack, but they're shrieks of ecstasy—on the last spank, I withdraw until I’m almost out of her, smoothing the pinked and swollen skin with gentle soothing circles of my hands, once again thrusting so shallowly it's more of a tease than anything else.

"Killy!” she wails. "I'm coming, baby, please—please come with me. Please, right now. I need it—I need you."

She spasms again as a wave of climax shatters through her, and that is my undoing.

I pound into her, hard and without warning. She screams.

It's loud and guttural, as much snarl as scream. "KILLIAN!"

I can't form words as the white heat shatters me, can only give over to need, to release. I hear myself grunting and snarling like an enraged bear as I pound into her, hips cracking into her ass in a loud slapping rhythm, and now she’s crying out sharp wild shrieks of orgasm in time with my thrusts, and still the white heat boils inside me, pushing me to the edge of dissolution.

And then, finally, I come.

I grip her ass in both hands and squeeze as hard as I can, and I fuck her with total abandon, wild and crazed and rabid.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! YES! YES!" she chants, lengthening her torso to push back into my maddened thrusting. "Yes, Killy, yes! Fuck me harder! Don't stop! Oh fuck, I'm coming with you! Oh my god! OhmygodohmygodohmyfuckingGOD!” The last word is shrieked so loud they very well may have heard it back on the compound.

Our united climax goes on forever—I lose myself in it, subsumed in the blinding sun-hot glow of our conjoined ecstasy, feeling my soul braid around hers until there's no telling where she ends and I begin.

"Story!" I gasp, her name a prayer on my lips. "Oh god, Story. God, I love you. God, I love you so fucking much."

My release pumps endlessly through me, each thrust ripping more and more out of me, each hot clench of her pussy around me soaking it up and demanding more, more, more.

How long?

Forever.

The sun rises and sets, maybe, as we fuck in the crashing sea, as we love each other to absolution, to completion.

My thrusts slow, eventually, gentling until I'm pressed against her ass, slumped over her as she shakes and shudders and sobs.