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“You've taken all of my cock,” he says, huskily. “Now, what are you gonna do with it?”
“Do you think I can't handle you cock?” I seethe.
No matter that my body still doesn't feel like any amount of time will make taking his cock easier. Or that my slick wetness isn't going to help him slide in and out of me at all. Not when he's so damn big. I won't let him think for a second that he has the upper hand right now. He's beneath me. I'm in control. My hand is at his throat, and his heavy breaths let me know he wants this just as badly as I do. Otherwise, why wouldn't I just be dead right now?
“I think you're taking my cock beautifully.” His words are a groan as he gives another shallow thrust into me. “Your pussy's tight around me, so fucking tight. And warm. You're so wet that it's dripping past my cock. Can you feel yourself tightening around me?”
I tell myself it's just his words that make my muscles do exactly as he said, but with that tightening comes the realization that I am indeed starting to adjust to him. The pain is less, and there's just a hint of pleasure there.
“Now, ride me, so I can make you feel just how it is when my cock is in you.”
I should hate him demanding and commanding me, but I need to move. I need to feel more of the pleasure I know is there now. So, I rise, hissing at the pain still there, and sliding back down, smiling at the groan that leaves him. I do it again and again, the pain lessening more each time, being replaced with a pleasure that grows greater and greater.
“That's it. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words are grunts, his hands on my hips tightening now, his need for me to keep going becoming clear. I continue riding him, harder, faster, my hands sliding up and up, past his neck where I meant them to go, to his face. His lips are under my fingers as I slam down on him and stay there, grinding my clit on him. His lips part, the breath of his sigh on my fingertips. I do it again and his groan vibrates against my hand. Staying as close to him as possible, I rock my hips back and forth, taking him deeper until his cock hits a spot within me that has me gasping each time.
I'm getting closer and closer, my orgasm right there, waiting for me to grab and hold it tight while bliss washes over me. Then, I'm leaning forward, telling myself it's so I can press my clit harder to him, but I know it's really because the feeling of his lips on my fingers isn't enough anymore. I want them against mine. Replacing my fingers with my lips, I wonder if he'll be responsive this time, now that he's already getting what he wants, but before that doubt can even take root, his mouth takes over our kiss.
He growls as his hands release my hips, one tangling in my hair, pushing my head down more so his tongue can invade my mouth. I gasp at the feel of it against mine, and at his other hand going to my ass, gripping so tightly it hurts and sends the pleasure in me flaring out all at once. His tongue circles mine, and my hips rise to let a few inches of him slide out of me before I come down on him again.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling on it, causing a shuddering breath to leave me. His hand on my hair pulls back, making my neck arch as his lips travel there, kissing where I can feel my pulse thundering. He sucks on the skin as I rise and fall on him faster, gasps and moans tumbling over my lips despite not giving permission to. My hands that have been on the side of his head, fingers curling into the dirt beneath us, rise until I feel the ends of his hair brushing them. I move them in, threading my fingers through the soft strands. Then, I'm gripping his hair, pulling on it as he begins arching up into me, each stroke bringing me closer to the pleasure I found on his tongue. But this is more. I can tell that as he slams up into my body, me coming down just as hard to meet his every thrust. My clit rubs against him each time, and it doesn't take many more times of his cock sliding into me for my orgasm to finally be within reach. And I grasp it, driving down on him, grinding my clit on him, moving my hips back and forth until a gasp explodes from me and my pussy spasms around him.
“Don't. Stop,” I pant.
My back arches, hands pulling on his hair at this point, my mouth open, pleas and sounds of utter pleasure spilling from it. And his hands are back on my hips, moving them back and forth on him, groaning beneath me.
“Cover my cock with your cum,” he grunts. “Don't fucking stop until I'm drenched in you, Keri.”
His words make me whimper, my hips moving even quicker, prolonging the bliss I'm already feeling. I was right. This orgasm is more. When his mouth was between my thighs, it felt like I was taken to heights I'd certainly never reached with my fingers, so high that only pleasure could reach me there. But this, this feels unbelievable, like I'll never come down. Like this bliss will be eternal. And even when I do begin coming down, back finally able to stop arching, clit feeling much too sensitive on him now, quiet sighs leaving me, his cock inside of me is already promising me more.
He sits up, his nose trailing along my cheek until his mouth is at my ear.
“Now, it's my turn to fuck you,” he whispers.
Before my eyes have even fully widened from his filthy words, he's using his hold on my hips to lift me. I try like hell not to groan at the loss of him, but it escapes me, anyway.
“Don't worry,” he says, hands turning me so I'm now on the ground, dirt at my back, his red eyes coming closer to me. “I'm not done with you, yet.”
He slams into me, and I gasp, back arching against the warm dirt, my hands flying up to grip…anything. They land on his shoulders. As he begins pounding into me, my hands slide down his sides, over his waist, settling on his ass. I push him harder into me and he grunts out. Already, as if my body didn't just get what it needed, it's aching for another orgasm, each drive of his cock into me pushing me closer to it.
“Fuck me harder,” I moan out, because I need to come. The tension inside of me demands it but my clit feels too sensitive each time he rubs against it. My legs are still trembling from my last orgasm, the muscles in my thighs hurting. I feel like I can't even breath with how quickly my chest rises and falls.
He leans forward, making my thighs widen even more. “I like it when you moan.” He slams into me so hard my body jerks up from the force. His hand wraps around my neck, holding me in place as he comes even closer. I feel his tongue on my jaw, licking up, over to my ear, around the shell. I shiver as he says, “But I'd rather hear you scream.”
Then, he sits back up and fucks me like a man crazed. As if his sole purpose is to make me come on his cock and to come inside of me. Maybe it is. His hips piston forward, pounding his cock into me to the point of pain, but the pain only adds to the pleasure. My thighs are quivering on the sides of him, my back arching so I can move my hips forward and meet his every thrust when he slides into me.
“Give me this pussy, Keri. It's mine. You're mine,” he pants.
“I'll never be yours,” I breathe.
His hand tightens on my neck, pushing up so I have no option but to arch and follow it. Giving deep strokes that have broken moans leaving me, he licks up my stomach, between my breasts, over my collarbone, up the side of my neck, and stops at my lips.
“You already are.”
He kisses me brutally, savagely, his tongue viciously pushing into my mouth as his cock goes so deep inside me that a cry escapes me. His mouth swallows the sound, just like mine swallows his grunt as he rocks his hips forward and backwards, shallow thrusts that get me so, so close to where I need to be. To the place where all the tension coiled inside of me is about to be released. To the place where my eyes are closing, preparing for the stars about to dance behind my lids. To the place where anger and pride don't matter nearly as much as the feeling of his cock filling me with ecstasy. Then he sucks on my tongue with the next stroke, and I'm there.
“Yes,” he grunts when a scream erupts from me. “Just like that. Scream for me.”
