Page 40 of Gothikana

Her walls squeezed around empty air at his growled words, begging to be filled. It was in that moment she thanked the doctors who had put the patch on during her tests. She wasn’t ready for there to be consequences of the tryst after it was over.

His left hand boldly cupped her between her legs, the heel of his palm pressing into that sweet, sweet spot that made black spots dance around her eyes. She’d never felt this, never been possessed, owned, claimed like this with just one touch. Everything inside her melted, bowed, submitted to the thrust of his power, aligning around him, like a stream wrapping fiercely around the rock that cut through it.

He wrapped his fist around the fabric between her legs and twisted it up, the pressure of it mashing right into her clit with such force she knew it would be swollen after. Her eyes closed of their own accord, head falling back as his lips trailed down her neck, over her chest, his breath falling right on her engorged nipple. It strained farther toward the warmth, needing it, wanting it, wanting to be submerged in it.

He rubbed the bunched cotton of her panties against her, breathed and blew over her nipple, over and over and over, keeping her in place with his hand around her braid, controlling her body without even touching her flesh, and the heady sensation of being so utterly, completely at his mercy shot through her nerves, coiling the serpent of desire tighter and tighter and tighter in her belly, until she felt strummed, hanging on the precipice of a cliff she couldn’t see.

And then he flicked her nipple with his tongue. Just once.

She crashed.

Down the cliff, into oblivion, smashed with sensations so intense her mouth opened on a silent scream, her body shaking, toes curling, back arching as much as it could in the limited space.

It lasted for seconds, minutes, hours, she couldn’t tell. But she became aware of her panties being ripped in his grip, the bite of fabric sharp on her hip, the chill of the air naked on her exposed flesh.

‘Look at me,’ he commanded, and her eyes opened of their own volition, finding his molten silver ones in the little light coming from the moon. That was also when she suddenly became aware of thesilence. She looked out, surprised to see that the torrential rain had slowed to a drizzle, the clouds had parted enough for the moon to shine. Which meant they had to head back soon, and it would be over.

Her scalp prickled as he tugged her braid. ‘Eyes.’

She locked gazes with him.

‘I’m clean. I’ve had a vasectomy done. I’m assuming you are clean?’ he asked her seriously.

Corvina nodded. ‘I’ve… I’ve never done this before.’

The heat in his eyes flared as he sank his middle finger inside her, her wet inner walls clenching around him in relief.

‘You chose the wrong guy for your first time, little crow,’ he murmured to her, pushing in another finger, stretching her out as she breathed through her mouth.

‘What?’ she asked softly, her fingers flexing in his thick hair.

‘But it’s too late now.’ He scissored his fingers inside her, eliciting a moan from deep within her. ‘I’m going to fuck you so raw you’ll never get me out. This time is mine. This pussy is mine.’

‘For now,’ Corvina reminded him in a whimper.

His response was to pull his fingers out and slap her pussy, stinging it enough to make wetness gush out, as though punishing her for saying that.

‘Take me out,’ he told her, and she slid her hands down his hard, rising chest to his stomach, feeling the packs of muscles under her palms, and finally down to the belt that held his jeans. She undid it, fumbling slightly at the belt and finally figuring it out, pulled his zipdown carefully over his bulge, and put her hand inside, holding a man for the first time. He felt heavy, pulsing, big, much bigger than she’d expected or her hands could wrap around.

‘Good girl,’ he groaned as she squeezed him experimentally, sending a zap of pleasure coursing through her. ‘Balance yourself on my shoulders.’

Corvina did, her chest heaving as he pushed a lever on the side of his seat, sliding it and sending the back flat, enough to make room for movement. He lined up his cock with her, holding her hips with both hands, and locked eyes with her.

‘This is our madness.’

Corvina nodded, the lust in the air infusing every inch of her being. It was their madness. Just this time, if she could see where it went, what the end to this lust was, she could stay satisfied.

His grip on her hips tightened a split second before he thrust up, pulling her down simultaneously, lodging half his length inside her in one stroke.

Corvina screamed at the intrusion, her muscles shrieking as they were penetrated by what felt like a battering ram trying to split her open. Eyes stinging, she breathed through her mouth, trying to adjust to his thickness and length, both so foreign they felt unreal.

‘Oh god,’ she whimpered as he pulled her down a bit more.

‘Shh.’ She heard him whispering into her neck, his nose nuzzling her, his hands on her hips massaging her, softly settling her down. ‘Good girl.’ He kissed her piercing, her wet cheeks, the corners of heruplifted eyes. ‘Such a good girl. Relax your muscles. That’s it. You feel your pussy softening for me?’

Corvina did, her muscles opening up to him, welcoming him as he sank an inch deeper.

‘That’s it,’ he encouraged. ‘Look at me.’

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