“That’s mine. No one has touched you there, and no one will but me.” His tone was beyond lethal. His breathing picked up and his hips bucked toward me.
The bed started rocking as he thrashed around, trying to break free, to grab me. There was a pitiful desperation in the sounds coming from him—from his moans, groans and whimpers, and I almost considered letting him go… almost.
“Think what you want,” I mewled at him as my finger parted my cheeks and pushed in.
“Fucking untie me now!”
I peeked over my shoulder to find him seething. A shudder ran through me, and I licked my lips, continuing on.
We were both lashing out. He wasn’t the only one in pain. But unlike him, I kept fighting, kept going. He’d already given up. When we touched…it all clicked into place. He was my soul mate; I could feel it when he was near. Our bodies together made sense; our lives on a whole had new meaning. We were no longer condemned to walk alone like the undead.
“Quit being so cold to me,” I said. “We want each other…because…”
I waited for him to fill in the blanks as I continued to finger my ass.
“I don’t know…fucking Christ! I have no idea.” He sounded completely broken.
Hearing him break down was painful but there was beauty in his surrender.
I relented; released my power play and sat back down, straddling his chest.
“You do know. We both know. When you realize why we belong together…you’ll quit relying on old habits and pretending that you have no purpose, no direction.” I kissed him hard and his whole body arched toward me.
His body clung to mine, even though his hands were not free to join in.
“There’s peace in the blackness. We’ve found it. I’m beginning to embrace it.” I tried explaining it to him in simple terms as I scooted down his waist, stopping when I felt his hot head against my clit.
His eyes closed, shutting me out along with the inevitable pain of allowing himself to love me. “Please! Stop this.”
“Won’t admit it out loud? Fine. I’ll just make you feel it.” I slid against him, moaning at the feeling of his silky hard length as it rubbed against my entrance and my clit.
“Shit, baby!” His eyes scrunched tighter, hips pushing up into mine. “I can feel how f**king wet you are for me.”
I slid back up and lined the tip up before gliding down, taking him to the hilt. My eyes screwed tight, my mouth dropping open, a guttural moan escaping me as he filled me. My fingers flexed, pushing my nails into his chest.
“Oh, God. Fuck, Nathan!” I shuddered as he flexed his hips up, his feet gaining purchase to help prop him up.
My body began acting on its own, sliding up and down his hard cock, taking him as deep as I could. I cried out every time I slammed all the way down and whimpered when I retreated.
The pace picked up, my body bouncing up and down as I rode him, as I took control.
“You look so f**king good riding me.” His eyes were clouded, jaw slack. “I love watching my c**k disappear in you. Do you like that, too, baby? I bet you do. You’re a good little c**k whore that way.”
I cried out. “Fuck, Nathan!”
“That’s it, scream my name. Shit, I want to touch you, baby.”
At that I stopped, and sat on him for a moment before standing up with a smirk and looking down at him.
“Shit, don’t stop!”
His hips were moving of their own volition, seeking my pu**y out with desperate thrusts. I licked my lips; he was delectable in that state of lust. My fingers moved back inside of myself, pumping in and out, torturing him. Nathan panting, muscles tight… I almost came just from the sight alone.
I turned around and sat back down, reverse cowgirl, taking him inside my pu**y again. My wet fingers moved back to my puckered hole, now on display for him. I pushed one finger in to tease him, then another, stretching it open right in his line of sight.
“Fuck, f**k, f**k!”
“See something you like?” My fingers moved in and out at a slow pace.
I could feel my muscles coiling. With each thrust up and downward fall, I was being driven closer and closer to the edge.
Up. Down. In. Out.
“You are such a f**king naughty little slut. I will f**king pound you so hard in your ass. I take what’s mine, and your sweet ass is mine,” he growled, thrusting hard into me.
I shuddered at his words. They sent a fire racing through my body, and I fell over the edge. My head was tilted back, and I screamed his name, unable to move as I clenched around him.
I heard the sound of wood splintering before I felt his hands on me, grabbing me, pushing my body, bending it to his will. He had broken free and flipped us to where my chest was pressed into the mattress, my ass up in the air, and his c**k still buried to the hilt. His fingers twisted in my hair, pushing my head down while his other arm pinned the hand that had been teasing my ass, against my back.
He wasted no time and began thrusting, pushing me harder into the bed. A relentless pounding.
“Such a damn f**king tease. Take it. Take my f**king cock.”
I screamed out, my body burning. I hadn’t even had the chance to come down before he was pushing me into another orgasm. My mouth was open, crying out in pleasure, sobbing from it.
“That’s it, baby. Scream; tell me how much you love my c**k buried in your tight pu**y. Ungh,” he grunted.
His pace was constant, furious; he wasn’t letting up, and I wasn’t coming down.
He released me and my arm; my head relaxed into the bed.
“Are you ready for it?” he asked. He disappeared from my back, and the sound of a drawer opening, followed by a familiar snap, was all I could hear over my harsh breaths. Cool liquid hit the heated skin above my pu**y, and his c**k popped out, sliding up the crack between my cheeks, wetting it. “Not that it matters, because I’m going to f**k your sweet ass regardless.”
I tried to relax when I felt him push in. He went slow, letting me adjust to the odd feeling of being so full. He slid in all of the way and once there, he leaned forward, his mouth at my ear.
“Mine. All f**king mine, baby.”
“Yours,” I agreed.
One arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers ghosting their way down to my eager pu**y. The other came around my chest and lifted my body up, bringing my back against his chest. His hand moved up, his fingers wrapping around my neck, but pushing down against my collar bone. His other hand moved down and slid two fingers in, the palm of his hand pressing into my clit.
The bed started rocking as he thrashed around, trying to break free, to grab me. There was a pitiful desperation in the sounds coming from him—from his moans, groans and whimpers, and I almost considered letting him go… almost.
“Think what you want,” I mewled at him as my finger parted my cheeks and pushed in.
“Fucking untie me now!”
I peeked over my shoulder to find him seething. A shudder ran through me, and I licked my lips, continuing on.
We were both lashing out. He wasn’t the only one in pain. But unlike him, I kept fighting, kept going. He’d already given up. When we touched…it all clicked into place. He was my soul mate; I could feel it when he was near. Our bodies together made sense; our lives on a whole had new meaning. We were no longer condemned to walk alone like the undead.
“Quit being so cold to me,” I said. “We want each other…because…”
I waited for him to fill in the blanks as I continued to finger my ass.
“I don’t know…fucking Christ! I have no idea.” He sounded completely broken.
Hearing him break down was painful but there was beauty in his surrender.
I relented; released my power play and sat back down, straddling his chest.
“You do know. We both know. When you realize why we belong together…you’ll quit relying on old habits and pretending that you have no purpose, no direction.” I kissed him hard and his whole body arched toward me.
His body clung to mine, even though his hands were not free to join in.
“There’s peace in the blackness. We’ve found it. I’m beginning to embrace it.” I tried explaining it to him in simple terms as I scooted down his waist, stopping when I felt his hot head against my clit.
His eyes closed, shutting me out along with the inevitable pain of allowing himself to love me. “Please! Stop this.”
“Won’t admit it out loud? Fine. I’ll just make you feel it.” I slid against him, moaning at the feeling of his silky hard length as it rubbed against my entrance and my clit.
“Shit, baby!” His eyes scrunched tighter, hips pushing up into mine. “I can feel how f**king wet you are for me.”
I slid back up and lined the tip up before gliding down, taking him to the hilt. My eyes screwed tight, my mouth dropping open, a guttural moan escaping me as he filled me. My fingers flexed, pushing my nails into his chest.
“Oh, God. Fuck, Nathan!” I shuddered as he flexed his hips up, his feet gaining purchase to help prop him up.
My body began acting on its own, sliding up and down his hard cock, taking him as deep as I could. I cried out every time I slammed all the way down and whimpered when I retreated.
The pace picked up, my body bouncing up and down as I rode him, as I took control.
“You look so f**king good riding me.” His eyes were clouded, jaw slack. “I love watching my c**k disappear in you. Do you like that, too, baby? I bet you do. You’re a good little c**k whore that way.”
I cried out. “Fuck, Nathan!”
“That’s it, scream my name. Shit, I want to touch you, baby.”
At that I stopped, and sat on him for a moment before standing up with a smirk and looking down at him.
“Shit, don’t stop!”
His hips were moving of their own volition, seeking my pu**y out with desperate thrusts. I licked my lips; he was delectable in that state of lust. My fingers moved back inside of myself, pumping in and out, torturing him. Nathan panting, muscles tight… I almost came just from the sight alone.
I turned around and sat back down, reverse cowgirl, taking him inside my pu**y again. My wet fingers moved back to my puckered hole, now on display for him. I pushed one finger in to tease him, then another, stretching it open right in his line of sight.
“Fuck, f**k, f**k!”
“See something you like?” My fingers moved in and out at a slow pace.
I could feel my muscles coiling. With each thrust up and downward fall, I was being driven closer and closer to the edge.
Up. Down. In. Out.
“You are such a f**king naughty little slut. I will f**king pound you so hard in your ass. I take what’s mine, and your sweet ass is mine,” he growled, thrusting hard into me.
I shuddered at his words. They sent a fire racing through my body, and I fell over the edge. My head was tilted back, and I screamed his name, unable to move as I clenched around him.
I heard the sound of wood splintering before I felt his hands on me, grabbing me, pushing my body, bending it to his will. He had broken free and flipped us to where my chest was pressed into the mattress, my ass up in the air, and his c**k still buried to the hilt. His fingers twisted in my hair, pushing my head down while his other arm pinned the hand that had been teasing my ass, against my back.
He wasted no time and began thrusting, pushing me harder into the bed. A relentless pounding.
“Such a damn f**king tease. Take it. Take my f**king cock.”
I screamed out, my body burning. I hadn’t even had the chance to come down before he was pushing me into another orgasm. My mouth was open, crying out in pleasure, sobbing from it.
“That’s it, baby. Scream; tell me how much you love my c**k buried in your tight pu**y. Ungh,” he grunted.
His pace was constant, furious; he wasn’t letting up, and I wasn’t coming down.
He released me and my arm; my head relaxed into the bed.
“Are you ready for it?” he asked. He disappeared from my back, and the sound of a drawer opening, followed by a familiar snap, was all I could hear over my harsh breaths. Cool liquid hit the heated skin above my pu**y, and his c**k popped out, sliding up the crack between my cheeks, wetting it. “Not that it matters, because I’m going to f**k your sweet ass regardless.”
I tried to relax when I felt him push in. He went slow, letting me adjust to the odd feeling of being so full. He slid in all of the way and once there, he leaned forward, his mouth at my ear.
“Mine. All f**king mine, baby.”
“Yours,” I agreed.
One arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers ghosting their way down to my eager pu**y. The other came around my chest and lifted my body up, bringing my back against his chest. His hand moved up, his fingers wrapping around my neck, but pushing down against my collar bone. His other hand moved down and slid two fingers in, the palm of his hand pressing into my clit.
