Page 124 of Aftersome
With every thrust, her hold on my neck loosened. She was becoming more pliant, more adjusted to my size as her moans turned to barely audible gasps.
“Promise me this isn’t it,” I demanded. “Promise me I’ll have this forever.”
I shifted gears and pulled her leg until it was high up onto my shoulder. The new position had me more deeper than before. So much so that sweat began to build up on my forehead and shoulders as I adjusted to the angle.
“Forever, Mal. Fuck…” she swore as her eyes glazed over and her warm hands went to cradle my face. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded with a rawness in her tone. “Don’t ever stop.”
Her walls tightened around me as I powered through her resistance. There was no way I could ever stop this even if I wanted to. I was a man possessed now.
Her pussy a drug. Her body an oasis. I never wanted to be without her, and the thought drove me mad.
Thrust.
“Move in with me,” I demanded, my brain short-circuiting as all I could think about was my primal need to have her with me all the time.
Her eyes widened.
Thrust.
“Don’t look so fucking shocked that I want you here. Now, tell me you’ll move in.”
Thrust.
“Mal…” she cried out, refusing to answer.
Then pushing on her leg, I drove myself deeper.
“I need you here, Doe. Warming my bed.” I swiveled my hips. “My cock.” Another firm thrust. “My heart.”
I slowed down my tempo to an unhurried pace where she’d be able to feel everything. The smooth glide inside, while penetrating the deepest, most sacred part of her.
My breath had caught in my throat from the intensity of it.
Her fucking eyes that never strayed from mine.
Her tight pussy that kept sucking me back in.
It was all a fever dream. Something I never thought I’d ever experience, yet here I was, seconds away from coming inside her.
Filling her entirely.
“I need it harder,” she panted as her head tipped back in frustration.
Halfway through a forward thrust, I made sure to rub my pelvis over her throbbing clit before pulling out entirely.
“How do you ask?” I palmed my dick that was coated in her juices and began to stroke myself.
Her expression was almost like she was in disbelief that I had stopped fucking her. I wanted to laugh, but as my stare took in her freshly fucked state and now dripping cunt, I began to fully regret my decision.
“Please, dammit,” she snapped. “Please fuck me harder so I can finally come.”
Her face was red and flustered, but her eyes were clouded in unmistakable desire. They had been since I had my cock in her mouth, and she was finally to the point where she couldn’t withhold it anymore.
I grinned mischievously as I took one last drag of my hand down my cock and lined myself back up with her pussy.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Pushing inside, I had finally given her what she needed. Hard, vigorous pumps that had her screaming out my fucking name.
