Page 95 of Devilry

Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing as I slowly let his thick cock breach that tight ring of muscle. I hiss at the unfamiliar sting, and Cole begins to stroke my erection. “Inhale the pleasure, exhale the pain. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I slide down, lower and lower, until his loud groan confirms he’s seated deep inside me. Wanting to watch him unravel, I courageously try and move my body up and down. Working into a bearable rhythm, the original sting is now replaced with a dull ache.

Cole’s biting on his bottom lip, his whole face a contortion of concentration.

“Cole.”

“Yeah,” he says with a strain.

“I want to be on my back,” I bite the inside of my cheek nervously. “I want to feel your weight on top of me.”

His eyes shimmer with possibility as he takes hold of my hips and pulls me off of him. We clumsily roll over and he wastes no time, wanting to get back inside me.

Spreading me wide, he hooks an arm under one of my knees and pushes my leg to my chest. Lining the tip of his cock with me once more, I feel his purposeful push through every fiber of my being.

The sting returns, but I relish in it; loving how it makes me feel alive. Makes me feel real and, for the first time, keeps me grounded and centered to my reality.

He’s deeper than before. Rough. Hurried. Frantic. And I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel him till it hurts, till it burns. I want to feel him till I burst.

As soon as he hits my prostate, I fist my aching cock, trying to stave off the inevitable.

“Fuck,” he growls, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Our teeth clash and our tongues duel as our bodies begin to regulate into an exquisite pace.

I begin to stroke my dick when he stops me. “I want it. I want fucking all of you.”

Cupping the back of his neck, I slam his mouth back down on mine, words not enough to convey how much of me I want to give him.

His hand and his cock work together in a punishing rhythm, while our tongues dance along to the same beat.

Releasing my cock, he sits up on his haunches and hooks his arm behind my other knee. With enough leverage, he relentlessly pounds into me. Needing friction, I wrap my own hands around my dick and fuck my fist.

Watching him, while he watches me, is raw and intimate, there isn’t any piece of me that isn’t on display for him.

Deliciously overworked by his strength and his dominance, I feel my body begin to give in to the temptation. The heat rises through me, wrapping itself around my spine and flourishing inside my chest.

“Fuck, Cole,” I pant. “I need the stars.”

Just like he said he would, this big, beautiful man, with his sweaty skin, ravenous eyes, and audacious personality races to the finish line to give me exactly what I need.

Hitting the spot repeatedly, my eyes roll into the back of my head as my balls tighten, ready for release. With every thrust, I see a cluster of white lights twinkling behind my eyelids. As my body soars, they burn brighter, promising the detonation of a lifetime.

When I feel myself dangling off the edge, Cole slams into me with visceral force. I cry out and his mouth catches the sound as he gives me everything he can.

“I need you to let go for me, baby,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I want to watch you fly high while my dick wrings out every drop of come from your body.”

Gripping my thighs, Cole pulls me close and my body arches at his authority. I feel him shudder inside of me, just as every part of me explodes on his command.

Together, we’re a kaleidoscope of color, a chorus of moans, and a collision of bodies.

Cole drapes himself on top of my sticky body without a care in the world. Holding on to him, I keep him close and let the sound of our breathing blanket us. We’re not the same two people we were when we woke up this morning, and the way he’s wrapped himself around me tells me he feels it too.

Things have changed.

His heart, my body.

Things have changed.

My heart, his body.

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