AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He slides the finger from my ass, pulling my hips up until I’m on all fours, my head down by the pillow, my ass pointing obscenely back at him. I spread my legs, wanting to show him how wet he’s making me.
He grunts his approval, stroking between my thighs, finding my clit, bringing some relief to the painful throbbing that’s running through it.
“You’re turning me into a different person,” he says as he lines himself up behind me, running his cock over my soft wet folds. “I didn’t even think that was possible.”
“I’m not doing anything,” I reply. “I’m just lying here.”
“You’re making me want to keep you,” he says, putting the tip of himself at the entrance to my pussy. “Making me feel things I never thought I could feel. I can’t imagine another day without sleeping next to you.”
“Me too,” I reply as he thrusts inside me. I barely get a chance to get used to the fullness before he’s out again, leaving my legs weak and my heart pounding.
He pushes in a second time, a gentler motion before he freezes in place. “Fuck yourself with my cock,” he says. “I want to see you swallow it deep into your pussy.”
I obey at once, rocking back against him, plunging his length as far into me as I can get it. I find myself moving faster with each motion, greedy to reach an orgasm that seems tantalizingly just out of my grasp.
I move a hand under myself, playing with my clit while that lube covered finger of his goes back to my other hole. He teases it, dipping inside it, making me feel fuller than I ever thought possible.
“So tight back there,” he says. “I bet it’ll feel so good when I fuck your ass, Chloe.”
I tense up. Part of me wants him to but I’m scared of how much it might hurt. He seems to guess my mood as he doesn’t refer to it again, instead shifting his attention to making me come.
He keeps the finger in my ass while I rock against him, pushing with each motion of mine so he’s slamming into me, grunting above me. I can picture his face, and imagine him on the verge of filling me with his cum. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. What better way to prove I’m alive than to have him climax inside me?
I’m moaning out loud without realizing I’m doing it, sweat pouring down my body as we both get faster and faster.
“I’m so close,” I gasp.
“Me too,” he replies. “Come for me.”
“I will. Keep going. Don’t ever stop what you’re doing.”
The finger in my ass moves faster and so do I, grinding against him, my hand frantic on my clit as I get closer.
He thrusts himself into me and I feel him spurting as he groans behind me. The sensation of it tips me over the edge and I join him in a mutual climax even more powerful than the first time we did this.
There’s something so sinful about his finger being in my ass at the same time, my buttocks still stinging from the spanking he gave me. My orgasm keeps going, racing through me as I collapse onto my front with him still inside me, the last spurts coming out of him as I groan into the pillow, the sound muffled by the fabric.
“That was so good,” I manage to say when he slides out of me, his finger leaving my ass at the same time. There’s an ache back there and I’ll know about it all day tomorrow but right now I don’t care. All I care about is that I can’t keep my eyes open much longer.
“Go pee,” he says and I grumble a protest in return.
“Don’t start disobeying me already. You don’t want a UTI. Go pee before you get too tired.”
“Can’t move.”
“Fine.” He gets up, and loads me into his arms, carrying me through to the bathroom. He sets me down on the toilet and stands to one side while I do as he commanded. I feel his seed leaking out of me and the feeling makes me look at him.
I made him come in me. This Atlas of a man found me desirable enough to do that in me? Does he want more than one day with me? How lucky am I?
I’m still in a haze of orgasmic delirium when he carries me back through a minute later but as I drift off to sleep, I know I’m being foolish.
I regret giving him a pass on talking to me tonight. I was dead on my feet when he got here, but his desire for me fired me up even more than my desire for the truth.
I’ve used up my last scrap of energy on chasing the feeling that still lingers in my body, pushing me toward sleep. Is it love? Is that possible?
Come on, I tell myself. Stay awake. Make him talk to you.
“Enzo,” I mumble. “I gotta know… you have to…”
