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My back arches and I cry out as I hit a peak and waves of pleasure wrack my body. Peter softly kisses the inside of my thigh and rubs his hands over my hips, never taking his eyes off of mine. I suck in air like I’ve been drowning and steady myself with a few deep breaths, but he hasn’t taken nearly enough. I have so much more to give.
I lean forward and kiss him fiercely, reaching into his unzipped jeans to feel how hard his desire has made him. The size of him in my hand is intimidating, and bigger than anything I’ve taken inside me before. I stroke up and down, once, twice, and that’s the touch that severs the strand of spider silk that tethered his control.
The alpha male is up and yanking his jeans off before I realize it. I feel his hands under my arms lifting me up to rest on the pillows and then he’s plunging inside of me with that huge, hard rod of steel. I cry out as my body adjusts to accommodate his girth. I’m slippery, so he slides in easily but it’s still so tight. He hesitates only a second before he pushes inside farther. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes are silently asking if I can take all of him. I nod and adjust my hips, angling them upwards for a deeper thrust.
My bruised lips are assaulted by his mouth again as he works like a piston inside of me. Is this what it feels like to be the object of his obsession; to be taken? If it is, that’s what I want. I don’t think it’s possible for him to take until I have nothing left to give. Doesn’t he realize that I’m taking from him too?
Because I’m not only taking unbridled physical pleasure from him, but I’m also taking part of his confidence and making it my own. I’m taking Peter’s strength and using it to find my own.
I deepen our kiss until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. This sparks him to piston harder and faster. He laces his fingers into mine and holds one hand above my head. The other is kneading my breast and teasing my nipple. I can’t keep the moan from escaping my throat into our kiss.
Peter wrenches himself free and I’m momentarily confused until he flips me over onto my hands and knees. I hate that I can’t see his eyes anymore but this new position pushes me out of my comfort zone and into another realm of rapture as he eases inside my drenched pussy. My generous hips and ass are a source of stimulation for this man and that excites me. We fall into a frantic rhythm, Peter thrusting while I rock back into him. He removes one hand from my hips where they have been guiding my movements and reaches down between my legs, massaging as he thrusts.
I realize he means to take from me again. He wants another orgasm from me before he has given me one of his own. I place my hand on top of his between my legs, pacing his massaging fingers while riding this crest together.
He matches the fury of his thrusting with the caress of his fingers and I can’t keep silent.
“Oh, yes, Peter! Take more. Harder and faster, please! I’ll give you more.”
He moans in back of me.
“Whitney, I want all of you. Tell me when you’re ready to fall over the edge.”
“Now, Peter, now!”
The waves of orgasm rock me like a boat in a storm. One of his hands stays between my legs, stroking me through the thunder and lightning. The other comes up between my breasts, to my throat and he pulls me to a sitting position on top of him, my back to his chest. His hand stays on my throat and his mouth comes to my ear. I’m still surfing the waves of my climax but he wants more.
“Ride it, Whitney. How much more can you give?” he whispers in my ear.
I don’t know if he wants me to ride the waves of pleasure or ride the engorged rod he put inside me, but I do both. I slide up and down on his shaft and he never stops stroking me. The waves are gone and explosions have taken their place. They come fast and furious, almost overwhelming me, but I call out his name with each one.
His hand moves from my throat to my hair, brushing it to the side and holding it tightly so my head is bent and neck exposed. I’m still calling out from the chain of explosions he set off in me when I feel the heat of his release bloom inside of me. His teeth latch into the delicate where my neck meets my shoulder, making me moan. I slow my ride but I don’t stop. I tighten my muscles around him, taking every drop of euphoric liquid he has in him. I grind down on him as the contractions from both our climaxes taper off.
