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I’d show him no one compared.

I’d show him who he belonged to.

He cried out when I hit home, hips slamming into his cheeks, the skirt riding up while his fishnets caught. The view was enough to make me come, and I barely held off.

He glanced over his shoulder. Twisting so I’d see his expression. It held smug satisfaction, and I was too far gone to be mad about it. I claimed his mouth again, kissing as I fucked him. He fought my aggression, pushing off the tree to meet my thrusts. This wasn’t any limp fish I’d found with so many women. He wanted the aggression and the fuck.

I cupped his face, keeping his mouth on mine. He smiled in full victory. My chest ached with it. Nothing in my life had ever felt more right. He kissed me with it. The need. The build-up. The release of tension.

“Harder,” he moaned into my lips, begging me for it.

I gave it over, taking him again and again. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Couldn’t believe I was inside him, and more than anything else, I couldn’t believe this was the best sex I’d had in my entire life, and I hadn’t even come.

“Fuck your hand,” I hissed against his lips.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck you.” I closed my eyes while he clenched, tightening around my cock.

“You are. And it feels so good.” He shuddered, panting into our kisses, barely drawing breath.

I swallowed every moan of his, captivated by them, craving them. Demanding more every time we came together.Being inside him intensified the colors I felt around him. The purple darkening. He lit up parts of my brain previously unstimulated. I tasted his colors while the shape of him encapsulated us. He was a high of his own kind.

“Take it. Take all of what you want. Own me.” He pressed his forehead into the tree while grabbing my ass.Words driving his essence further into my brain. Mind fucking me harder than I took his perfect ass.

I dug my nails into his cheek, opening him further, getting myself deeper. He was so fucking tight, and I wanted to know if he’d ever let anyone fuck him before. I wanted to be the first. As fucked up as it was, I wanted to be the only one he allowed inside him.

The idea made me lose it.

I gave over to my orgasm, not even thinking about pulling out. I buried myself as deep as possible to let him feel my cum.

EIGHTEEN

Aspen

Ipushed and pushed and pushed, and finally, he was inside me. His girth burned with every stroke. He stretched me wide open and uncomfortable, but I’d never stop him. I wanted it. I wanted all the aggression, the hard fuck, the fullness. I wanted what he’d held back for so long.

I knew it was all for me. It was months of holding back finally spilling out, and I begged for it with barely recognizable moans.

Please.

More.

Harder.

I wanted all of what I’d pulled out of him taken out on my ass.

Royal didn’t disappoint.

He fucked like a god.

He ruined me with every thrust.

I didn’t know how I’d ever return to fucking anyone else, and I knew him deciding he never wanted to do this again was a real possibility. It was worth having him just once, even if I couldn’t bring myself to fuck anyone else ever again. This wasn’t a fuck; this was destruction.

Warmth flooded my insides. His strokes faltered, and he got so deep I couldn’t breathe without feeling him there. I would have trouble walking tomorrow.

“Royal...” I moaned as his fingers dug deeper.

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