He pulls out again but doesn’t let up, tossing me onto my back again like I weigh nothing, my legs splaying wide as he drives back into me hard, his hips slamming against mine with bruising force. He grabs my thighs and yanks my legs up, one resting on each of his shoulders, spreading me wide to let him in deeper.
“Look at you, taking my big cock in your tight, wet pussy like a good girl,” he murmurs, one hand wrapping around my throat just enough to make my pulse race, the pressure heightening every sensation as the slick slide of his cock pounds me deep.
His grip tightens. I try to gasp, but no air comes in. Instead, my eyes grow wide and tears leak from the sides as my lungs fight for oxygen.
He continues to thrust, his hand still squeezing. Right before the edge, he lets go.
I splutter, gasping for breath. It makes my pussy grip onto him harder, and something shifts in his expression—subtle, but not gentle, as he picks up his pace.
The friction builds to a fever pitch, my inner muscles fluttering around his cock. I moan, my nails digging into his back, drawing raised lines I can feel beneath my fingertips, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, lost in the whirlwind that erases everything else.
“Beg for more, stray,” he commands, and the word just about sends me over the edge—leaning into my feelings of always being ostracized, never wanted. All the while having never felt more wanted as this godlike man takes all of me just the way he wants.
His stray. His little poison.
I do beg then, my voice breaking into pleas as he spanks my thigh, the sharp sting blending with the overwhelming fullness inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Please, Soren,” I cry out, my voice rough and breathy. “Please!”
He thrusts deeper into me, his hips grinding rhythmically against mine, the slick heat of my body enveloping him completely.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging and scraping into his back, drawing blood as pressure continues to build.
His cock slides in and out with deliberate strokes, hitting that sensitive spot deep within me each time, making me gasp and arch my back off the couch.
Sweat beads on our skin, mixing with the scent of our arousal, as he leans down to capture my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and tugging on the bar while his hand slips between them to circle my clit with firm, teasing pressure.
He doesn’t stop railing into me, and each time he pulls back his teeth yank on my nipple shooting jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I’ve never been more glad that I got these piercings. They were something I thought would look cute, maybe a little edgy—but now they’re taking me to the precipice of pain and then searing my body, unmatchable.
My breaths come in short, desperate moans, my inner walls clenching around him tighter with every thrust. I feel like I’m about to pass out each time he pushes into me, seeing stars.
He groans against my skin, as if he’s also feeling the tension coil in his own center, his balls tightening as he picks up the pace, pounding into me with raw intensity.
I meet his movements, hips bucking up to match his rhythm, my fingers tangling in his hair as the first tremors of my orgasm ripple through me.
“Oh god, yes,” I cry out, my body shuddering violently, my pussy spasming around his cock in pulsing waves that milk him relentlessly.
That pushes him over the edge, too. With a guttural growl, he buries himself deep in my pussy one final time, his releaseexploding inside me in hot, forceful spurts, filling me completely as my climax drags every last drop from him.
We ride out the aftershocks together, our bodies trembling, hearts pounding in unison.
Finally spent, he collapses against me, our sweat-slicked skin pressing together as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone.
I sigh contentedly, detangling my legs, my arms wrapping around him, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back while we catch our breath.
We stay like this for what feels like an eternity, our bodies entwined in a warm, intimate cocoon.
“You’re so beautiful, Ivy,” he says, his finger tracing the curve of my shoulder and then my collarbone. “You make me absolutely insane for you, you know.”
I smile back, content to lose myself in his arms. Content for all of this.
As my eyelids grow heavy, I begin to drift off, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling me into drowsiness.
I stir only slightly when he shifts, his strong arms scooping me up effortlessly, cradling me against his chest like something precious.
The cool air brushes my skin as he carries me down the hallway to the bedroom, my head resting on his shoulder, a sleepy smile on my lips.