Page 36 of Ends of Being

Her eyes widen, the heat flaring behind the darkness: The turmoil, distress, anxiety, and fear. I lick her lips again, this time sucking her top lip into my mouth gently before shifting over to press my cheek against hers, whispering against her ear, “Don’t be afraid, baby girl. I’ve got you.”

She shudders against me but doesn’t say anything, and I honestly have no idea if this is good or bad.

I move down to her neck, licking and sucking her pulse point, then biting down on the spot where her neck connects with her shoulder. My teeth sink in, my lips sucking her flesh into my mouth, reveling in how her breath picks up as she whimpers and moans.

I lick my way to the other side of her neck, where I leave the same mark, then slowly trail down her body, marking her breasts, her stomach, over her hips, and thighs, all the way back down to her ankles.

I sit up, giving her a feral smile, all teeth and wild eyes, as I take in my handiwork. She’s a beautiful mosaic of teeth marks and beard burn that will likely bloom by morning. I can’t hold back the growl that erupts from my chest, and I mentally count down from ten before proceeding, feeling myself on the cusp of losing control.

After a few moments, I kneel between her legs, bending down and working her over with vigor, my lips, tongue, and teeth working in tandem with my fingers. I edge her once, twice, three more times until she’s a twitching, whimpering, writhing mess before me. Tears stream down into her hairline, her chest heaving, each exhalation a moan of incoherent words.

I get off the bed, maneuvering up to the headboard to put some slack in the straps to shift her exactly where I want her. I lean over her, gripping the back of her neck with one hand as I lift her upper body up, piling pillows beneath her head and shoulders so she’s propped up at an angle that works for me. I tighten the straps until her arms are once again pulled over her head.

I walk to the end of the bed, closing the top of the trunk and shoving it out of my way so I can stand there, staring at her and the glorious picture she makes. She’s propped up now, her upper body reclining, but she still has her legs bent, spread open for me, showing me her swollen, glistening pussy practically pulsating with need.

I want to give her a show as well, so, slowly, I remove my shirt, letting it drop to the floor at my feet, my eyes never leaving her face. I reach down, pushing my pants and boxer briefs down my legs, kicking out of them so I’m standing before her completely nude.

I stand there, watching her as she looks me over, her eyes trailing up my legs to my torso, over my arms, and up my neck until she’s looking me in the face. I see the turmoil in her eyes, her lips pressing together in an attempt to control her breathy exhalations of arousal. But still, she lays there on display for me with her legs spread in invitation.

I crawl up the bed to kneel before her, my hand stroking up and down my cock before I lean over her. Now that I’ve got that image of her laid out before me engrained in my head, I release the tension on the straps so I can pull the pillows from beneath her shoulders. I pull up on her hips, and she braces her legs to assist as I place the pillows under her ass, her arms and upper body now flat against the bed and her hips raised up to allow for maximum penetration.

Then I’m pushing my cock inside her, the hard length of me sliding in where she’s hot and wet, and I can’t stop the groan that erupts from inside me at the feel of her clinging walls. I don’t waste any time with gentleness, sitting back on my haunches, my hands on her hips bruising as I rut into her like a man possessed. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to empty myself inside her almost immediately, and I know I won’t last long at this pace. I move one hand from her hip, reaching around to pinch her clit, and I immediately feel her body coiling toward release.

I stop, abruptly withdrawing from her body and leaving the bed so I can retrieve a rubber cock-ring from the trunk. Returning to the bed, I resume my initial position between her legs. She’s writhing and cursing, her eyes a fiery glare on me as I secure the rubber ring tightly to the base of my throbbing cock. I watch her face as I move back down her body, positioning myself between her legs.

She licks her lips, gasping, “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

I grin in satisfaction, settling between her legs, my hands pushing her legs back as I shove my cock into her dripping cunt. I flex my body over her, my cock impaled deep inside her as my lips and teeth devour her nipples, switching from one to the other until she wraps her legs around my hips. She grinds herself against me, her hips bucking, her loud moans of frustration pleading and begging for me to move. But I don’t.

Even with a cock ring physically preventing me from coming inside her, I can feel myself on the edge, my balls and dick throbbing for release. I squeeze my eyes shut, using what little control I have left to keep pushing her. I thrust until her pleas are no longer silent, and my mouth is moving from her breasts up to her collarbone and onto her neck.

I’m panting and grunting against her ear as I continue to pump into her. I feel her head lift, turning into me, her lips seeking purchase anywhere she can reach. She sobs, her arms yanking on the restraints, her legs tightening as she rotates her hips, and her voice broken and breathless as she moans, “Please, let me come. Please.”

This is what I’ve been waiting for. The moment her fear and anxiety are overridden by her desire for me, and she’s reaching toward me instead of fighting against me. It’s as if I feel her inner animal calling to my own, overwhelming any thoughts of reason or self-preservation that would normally keep her from being in the present with me.

And then I hear it…my name uttered so quietly I almost miss it. It’s not Clark or Dare or motherfucker or any of the other terms she has thrown at me, so I know it’s almost time. I pull my hips back slightly, moving a hand down and releasing the offensive ring preventing me from release, then shove back into her fully once more.

With my body over hers, my hands gripping her ass and raising her hips to deepen penetration, I grind my pelvis onto her clit. Keeping my movements measured and firm, the beast inside me rattles as our mixed moans and curses echo throughout the room.

I sense the moment I have her. The moment when my name is no longer a whisper but a keening prayer on her lips as she begs me to push her over the edge into bliss. I move my hand from her ass, reaching for the cord to release her arms, and as soon as she feels the tension give on her wrists, she lifts them over her head and then over mine until she’s gripping me around my neck.

She lifts her face, pressing her lips against my ear, her entire body now clinging to me, and I’m grunting with effort, sweat beading along my hairline. I continue to control my thrusts inside her, then she comes apart, and I feel the tremors running through her body as she sobs the beginning of her orgasm. I adjust my legs under me, moving my hands beneath her shoulders and lifting her torso up as I rear back, taking her with me so she’s straddling me.

I pump my hips, slamming up into her, the sounds of her sobbing moans and the rhythmic slapping of our bodies quickly have my balls drawing up, and my cock pulses as I try to hold off.

She turns her head into my neck, her teeth sinking into my pulse point as she sobs, and then she’s wild in my arms, writhing and moaning, her tits rubbing against my chest, her teeth devouring my neck as she leaves a mark of her own. I’m moving rapidly inside her when she releases my neck, her mouth seeking mine in frenzied need, and then she devours me with her lips, tongue, and teeth.

I suck in her breath and moans, taste the salt of her tears as she loses control of her senses, and it’s my name on her tongue as she breaks apart. Her orgasm rolls over her in waves, and she sobs into my mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” pushing me over the edge with her. I pulse inside her with a guttural groan.

I ease her back down to the bed, bracing myself on my forearms as I continue to kiss her, our lips and tongues clinging, caressing. Soon, she’s relaxing under me, her legs releasing my hips and falling into the mattress, and then her arms loosen their grip on my shoulders, her hand stroking down my arms to rest on the bed.

I’m watching her as we kiss, and she’s staring at me with such intensity I fear she can see every dark secret I have hidden in my soul. But she doesn’t flinch, she doesn’t cower, and after a while, we stop kissing and just stare at each other, our breath slowly evening out.

She gives me a small smile, her eyes closing as a quiet laugh escapes. I lean closer to her, kissing each of her eyelids, her nose, mouth, neck, and shoulder before I get off the bed and make my way into the bathroom. I flip the tabs on the tub to draw a bath, add in some bath salts, and then grab a mineral water from the small refrigerator under the vanity, which I pour into a glass and leave by the tub.

I return to the bedroom to find she hasn’t moved an inch. She’s still lying there on her back, completely relaxed, with the same small smile on her lips. So, I walk to the bed, remove the restraints still around her wrists, and then bend over and gently gather her against me, lifting her into my arms. She doesn’t move, just sinks into me, resting her head on my shoulder, her hands in her lap.

I carry her into the bathroom, set her in the chair beside the tub, and I can’t help but chuckle as she sits there with her eyes closed, still with the smile on her face. I’m surprised she doesn’t just melt into a puddle on the floor, but somehow, she manages to keep herself upright, so I say, “I’m going to step out for a moment to give you a bit of privacy. Just yell when you’re ready, and I’ll help you into the tub.”

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