Page 55 of Into The Darkness

His cock was straining, desperate to be inside of me. It was so girthy and large, it superseded in comparison to the porn I had watched before having sex in high school—you know, for research purposes.

“Fingers or mouth?” he asked in a low grumble.

“Mouth.” I wanted him everywhere, if I was being honest.

“Good, then I need you to fuck my face,” he commanded.

He lay down and guided me so my legs were straddling his waist.

“I’ve never—”

“Just bring your pretty little cunt over my face and hang on, mi amor.”

I did just that, dropping onto him and reveling in his warm tongue circling my clit.

“Grab onto the wall behind me,” he instructed, and I leaned over, holding on for some stability as his hands gripped my hips.

“I must be dripping on you.” I moaned as his tongue pressed into me.

“Good,” he responded, then pressed his mouth onto me more. The faster he went, the more I moved my hips, grinding on his face. His fingers rubbed my clit as his tongue dipped in and out of me in deep long thrusts, drinking all that I had to offer.

“I am not going to last,” I cried out.

“Not yet,” he demanded, lifting me off him. He moved behind me, putting his hands back onto my hips and lazily pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance.

I held onto that wall for dear life, and when I looked over my shoulder, his eyes sparkled in the night. They were dark and filled with an insatiable hunger.

“Hold onto the wall, I am going to watch your titties bounce as I stuff you full of my cock, mi sol,” he growled.

He thrust his large cock inside of me, leaving no room for objection. His girth and length stretched me, causing pain and pleasure.

“I was thinking about you all fucking night, mi sol.” He thrusted deep inside me as my hands, slick with sweat, had slid down the wall. His hands explored my ass as he continued to plunge inside me.

Then his thumb rubbed the entrance of my ass, and my breath hitched.

“Deep breaths,” he encouraged as he pushed his thumb inside of me. When I was with Ash, it was never just sex. It was so much more—mixing pain and pleasure in the most delicate way possible. It was as if he played with all my senses: taste, smell, sight, and touch.

I moaned as his thumb breached my ass and he thrust into my core simultaneously.

“Tell me how good I treat you, Ember,” he growled.

“So well.” I was lost in the pleasure as he finger-fucked my ass while driving deep into my pussy.

“Who is the only one who will ever make you feel this good?”

“You.” My immediacy at how willing I was to confess, surprised even me.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Hold on tight, mi sol.” I steadied myself on the wall as much as my sweat-soaked hands would allow as he pounded into me a few more times before I writhed in an eruption of bliss. His cum filled me as we sank deeper into our orgasms.

His fingers came out of my ass before his dick left my pussy, and our combined liquids dripped onto my thighs.

Then I dropped onto the bed before he lifted me up and walked me to the small shared bathroom.

“Stand up,” he demanded, and I obliged as he turned on the shower, then guided me in.

He lathered me with soap, both of us quiet in the afterglow of what transpired between us.

“Hey, Ash?” I murmured as his hands massaged my back, touching every single part of me.

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