Page 63 of Pulse
“Ah!”
He slams into me so hard that I nearly fall face-first into the mattress. Each stroke is a tease—the satisfaction of being filled by his cock, followed by the anticipation of it returning. Over and over and over.
This is my favorite form of fucking—being pounded so deeply that there’s no room to think about anything else.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, gripping me so hard I wince.
“Yes.”
“Can you feel my cock throbbing? That’s just for you. God,you make me so fucking hard.” He growls, the sound prickling my skin. “Arch your back for me, Doll.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, tears gathering in the corners from the intensity. “Fuck me harder.”
He chuckles, grabbing my ponytail and wrapping it around his hand. Then he tugs my head backward.
My scalpstings. My pussythrobs. My thoughts are gloriously suspended, only able to focus on the pleasure overtaking my body.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he says. “I love how you take this dick.”
I whimper as I arch my back for him, causing my ass to lift—and allowing Troy to bury himself even deeper.
“Just like that,” I say, barely able to get the words out of my parched throat. I lick my lips. “Oh, my God.”
“Tell me what you want,” he says, grinding his cock into me. “Have you had enough? Or do you want more?”
I’m clinging to reality, dangling on the precipice of another orgasm. This one, I already know, will be all I can handle.
“Come in me,” I say as he yanks on my ponytail again. “I want to feel you blow as deep as you can get. Let me feel how much you want me.”
“Fucking hell.”
He lets go of my hair and grips my waist again. It takes no time for him to find a rhythm and less time for my orgasm to find me.
I close my eyes, panting in anticipation of the surge rising from my core. It’s a wave coming in hot—and there’s no stopping it. There’s no controlling it. There’s nothing I can do but let it ravage me.
“I’m going to come,” I say, my body beginning to quicken.
He cracks my ass sharply—and that does it.That’s what I needed.
“Troy!” I scream as I fall apart.
My elbows bend, my shoulders fall toward the mattress. My sight is cut off by a burst of glittered colors that drift through the air.
He holds me up, bouncing me off his cock before he finally buries himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he groans, his body shaking behind me. He pulls out and then slowly slides back in. “Motherfucker.”
My pussy is on fire, squeezing his cock, milking it for every last drop of cum.
“That feelsso good,” I say, my head spinning. I want to cry, it feels so amazing.
He sags against me for a moment, rubbing his hand tenderly across my ass.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“You could say that.”
He pulls out of me much easier than he went into me. Then he guides me to the mattress.
