Page 91 of Forced Proximity
One corner of the sheets popped off, but I paid it no mind as he started to fuck me hard and fast.
It was harder than I’d ever experienced, and right on the verge of pain.
It was everything I never knew I wanted.
Finnian was a strong, large man, and the way he came down onto his fists by my head and cocooned my body with his only added to the “well fucked” effect.
His body was like a work of art.
What I could see of his wrist and forearm would stay with me forever. Veins popping. Muscles shifting. Tendons distended.
The hand that I wasn’t facing came up and around, pressing flat against my belly, and I groaned at the angle that he’d changed.
“Gonna fill you up full,” he growled against my ear, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin. “Going to make you scream. Then, when you fall asleep, I’m going to give you a little bit of rest, and then I’m going to wake you up fucking you.”
I shivered and didn’t respond.
Couldn’t.
Because another orgasm was on the horizon, and this one was much bigger than the one he’d just given me.
All-consuming.
“Want to fuck you so hard you walk funny for a week,” he said. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want you in my bed. I want you to smell like me when you get out of it. I want my beard burn on your throat.” He rubbed against me there. “I want to make you mine in every single way possible.”
“I am yours,” I croaked.
He slammed home and said one word. “Good.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as the orgasm took over, stealing all of my senses with it.
I don’t know how long it was later before I finally came back to myself, but when I did, it was with Finnian’s arms around me and him still buried deep inside.
There was wetness between my thighs beyond what he’d left there when he’d eaten me earlier, letting me know that he’d joined me in release.
But both of us were silent, albeit breathing quickly.
As our breathing slowed, my eyes got heavier.
And soon, I was asleep.
Nineteen
Don’t forget to drink water so you can stay hydrated while you suffer.
—Apollo to Audric
APOLLO
I woke up with my cock still inside of her, rock hard, with my hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy, fingers splitting where my cock pierced her.
Reflexively, I started to move against her, slowly pulsing my cock in and out of her tight sheath.
She was wet. Soaking.
Filled with my cum and her wetness with my cock inside of her giving it nowhere to go, she felt fucking heavenly.
“Mmmm,” she moaned sleepily. “Finnian.”
