Page 39 of Two Chambered Heart

Having worked her up enough for his liking, Kayden hooked his fingers under the band of her thong and yanked, ripping the material off her. Hedidn’t wait before slamming two fingers into her, hard enough that she screamed. He pulled her hair back harder, nipping at her ear and fucking her with his fingers, eliciting sounds from her that had him growling in appreciation, his cock throbbing. Her wetness covered his hand as he penetrated her, bringing his fingers out and pushing them back in roughly.

She rutted the luscious cheeks of her ass against him harder, moaning for more. Her hands left his body and gripped the sheets, holding on under his punishing pace. He pushed her upper body away from him slightly, changing the angle so he could get his thumb on her clit, stroking her with every thrust of his hand.

He worked her until he was panting, needing to get inside her. His cock was aching, and the friction wasn’t enough anymore. He changed the rhythm of his fingers, keeping his thrusts shorter, never drawing them out fully, and bore down with his thumb. She was gasping for breath, a moaning mess in the sheets. Then he drew his fingers out completely, lathering her in her own wetness, rubbing over her clit vigorously with his middle and index finger.

“Kayden,” her voice was high-pitched, “I’m so close.”

“Do you want to come, baby?”

She pleaded with him, begged him to make her come, and he increased the speed of his fingers, hitting her clit over and over again, until her back arched and she yelled out her orgasm, coming undone, legs quivering and body spasming against him.

Kayden gripped his throbbing cock at the base, giving himself a few tugs of relief before pushing Corey away further, angling her so he could access her slick pussy from behind. He nudged her legs open and, slower than he wanted to, he pushed himself into her.

They released a groan of pleasure at the same time, and Kayden pulled out and slowly pushed in again. In contrast to the furious pace of his hand, he maintained a relaxed rhythm now, enjoying the mounting sensation ofher smooth lips around him, the tight ring of her muscles clenching in pulses, reflexive movement lingering from the ferocity of her orgasm.

When she was once again begging him for more, he sped up, rocking against her harder. But it wasn’t enough for him. Like always, he needed more to find his own release.

He wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her to him so his thick girth stayed burrowed inside of her, and using the strength of his muscled form, he flipped her over, her chest landing on the bed. He kept her hips lifted with his arm and spread her knees wider with his own, fucking her from behind with vigour. With the change in position, he could penetrate her so deeply that he felt her cervix with each thrust.

Corey had the sheets bunched up in her hands, her cheek pressed to the pillow as she screamed for him. She met him thrust for thrust. At some point, he’d let go of her hair, but he collected the length of it back up now and used it like reins to control her. He pulled her head off the pillow and turned it, pressing her face into the pillow.

She didn’t even struggle against his direction.

On the rooftop, when his hand had closed around her throat, her hands had come to his immediately, scratching at his fingers. But there had been no panic in her eyes, her hands seeming to move instinctively rather than in actual fear. As he had continued to restrict her breathing in a controlled method, he had seen the obscene pleasure in her eyes building and building until they’d rolled back into her head, mouth slack with her orgasm.

He pounded into her, muffling the explicit noises she was making. He pulled her hair, allowing her a small sip of air before stuffing her face back into the pillow, cutting off her air supply once again. With each punishing drive of his hips, he allowed her sporadic breath. She was no longer matching his movements.

His arm under her hips was the only thing holding her up, practically dead weight from the restriction of air. If he had another hand, he wouldhave used it to stimulate her clit, but the two arms he had were otherwise occupied, holding her head down and keeping her hips up.

He fixated on the place where they were coupled, watching what he could see of his shaft begging to be pushed in further. He tried, grinding into her deeper and harder until he couldn’t contain his growl, barking out a string of expletives as his balls slapped against her, the sound ringing out around them and mixing with the sounds of her choking. He tightened his hold on her hips, stopping her from moving with the momentum of his thrusts, the wetness between her thighs slick enough to make a mess of his rhythm.

His breathing was laboured, his body burning up with his building orgasm. His movements were becoming sloppy, less controlled. His leg muscles were shaking with the effort to hold himself up. His cock was aching inside of her, ready for release.

He pulled Corey’s hair back, letting her take another drink of air. He heard her choke in a breath before his name fell from her lips in a heady moan of pleasure. It was enough for him to combust inside of her, her own name on his tongue. He emptied inside of her fully, their combined cum leaking out of her around his cock.

Without missing a beat, he sat back on his heels, pulling Corey up so she was seated on top of him. She was gasping for breath, her heart rate frantic against his own chest. She lifted her arms up, wrapping them behind Kayden’s neck, and started gyrating against him.

His heart lurched, a deep well of emotion simmering just under his skin. It went beyond desire.

“You’re so precious to me, baby.” He couldn’t even recognize the choked sound of his own voice, the depth of feeling in it. “You’re so perfect. Such a perfect, precious girl.”

Her eyes were leaking, and he licked up the tears there. Letting go of her hair, he brushed the loose strands away from her face, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. As she supported herself on him, he could finally bringa hand between her legs, rubbing her clit tenderly but assuredly, his other hand closing over her pert breasts.

He was still half hard inside of her, allowing for some slow thrusts to meet the movement of her hips. He didn’t take his lips off her, roaming up and down her neck and collarbone before finally bringing them back to her lips, which had gone a little blue from the breath restriction. She kissed him back messily, her tongue heavy in his mouth.

She was near silent as he brought her to orgasm in his lap. He only knew from the heavy shuddering that wracked her body and the convulsing of her pussy around him. Her eyes were closed as she hung from his neck, her whole body limp. He couldn’t stop nuzzling into her, her heart fluttering erratically under his fingers brushing her ribs.

The little hitches in her breathing had his cock twitching inside her and his heart tripping over itself. She was so fucking appealing that he was ready for another round, but she looked absolutely spent, so he wiped the sweat dripping from his brow and maneuvered their bodies so that he could cradle her in his arms.

Her eyes flickered open, gaze a little unfocused as he took her in.

“Good morning.” The words were thick in his throat.

“I think you fucked me into oblivion,” she rasped out, a shadow of a smile on her face. “I need a nap.” Her eyes were already closing again.

Her breathing was still slightly erratic, which was normal after prolonged and continuous breath restriction. He maneuvered them again so that he could rest against the headboard. Kicking his legs out, he readjusted her to nestle in his arms.

He let her sleep there, watching the uneven rise and fall of her chest, monitoring her breathing. After he was confident she’d settled, Kayden reached for his phone on the nightstand, noticing that there was a second one there. He picked it up, flicking through it to find the music loaded onto it, and smiled smugly to himself.

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