Page 489 of Not Over You

Her watery eyes meet mine, and I drive my cock to the back of her mouth, pressing deeper. “Swallow me,” I direct, and she does. Opening her throat and allowing me to thrust in all the way. Her lips are stretched thin around me and the sloshing noises she makes is music to my ears. My hips stutter as my impending release speeds its descent.

Fuck, I need to slow down.

I grab a piece of ice and pull my cock from her mouth, replacing it with the frozen liquid. She sighs and relaxes her jaw as if she needed the break. Sorry doe, there’s no slacking during play. I wait a heartbeat before demanding she spit or swallow the ice. The smirk she gives me as she swallows it does nothing to help cool off my libido, but the ice chilled air of her breath wafting over my cock helps calm my impending release.

I mutter a reflexive good girl when she opens her mouth—waiting and wanting without me asking. Her tongue glides along the sensitive underside of my flesh and I thrust my hips forward. She sucks deeply with every glide out, hollowing her cheeks and making me groan. In this moment, there is nothing and no one but me and her.

The space around us is blanketed with heavily laden desire, pitching our own to new heights. I fist her red curls and pull tautly to keep her head in place as I fuck her face with abandon. My movements become jerky, but I refuse to stop. As promised, tears stream down her flushed cheeks and saliva pools on the dirty floor.

My control—or lack thereof—is riding that fine line of breaking for good and that would be disastrous for both of us. I pull her head back, my dick slipping out.

“Holy … fucking … shit. That was … wow …” she pants, using the back of her hand to wipe the dribbling saliva away.

“You have no idea, little doe. No fucking idea.”

Desire burns a hot path through me. I need to be inside her sweet pussy, I want to feel her walls clenching around my steel cock. She sucks in a startled gasp when in one swift movement, I lift her to standing and bend her over the barrel again. I kick her legs wider so she’s at the perfect height and grab a few pieces of ice, running them down her spine, over the globes of her pert ass, and thighs. The redness from earlier is mostly faded. I’ll have to fix that.

Reaching around, I slip a piece of ice between her drenched folds, causing her to flinch away. “Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that,” she whines before quickly recovering and grinding against my hand.

An impossibly loud moan belts out of her when I work the piece of ice inside her, followed immediately by my cock. The juxtaposition of cold against my tip and warmth from her walls is maddening in the best damn way.

“Fuck, Bambi. What are you doing to me?” I thrust with unapologetically long and hard strokes, all thoughts of taking my time and enjoying the feel of her squeezing around me while I fuck her senseless, are gone. I drive inside her like a man with nothing to lose. Wrapping her curls around my fist, I arch her back giving me a deeper angle to rub along her front wall, seeking that spot that’ll force her to the edge.

My free hand comes up and I spank her ass again, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the stone walls and floor. Gripping her hip in a hold that I know will leave bruises later, I drive faster and deeper.

Fuck, it’s not enough. I need more. More of her touch. More of her moans. More of her.

Pulling the doe up by her hair, I spin her around and lift her up on the barrel. I’m not gentle in any way, and a breathy noise of surprise greets my ears. I fucking love it. Her eyes are wide and coated in a haze of lust, no doubt reflected in my own.

She lies back and I spread her legs, thrusting inside her. I rut for my own pleasure. My hips slap harshly against her pelvis and I slow my pace, pulling her upright, so I can whisper into her ear. “Bite me, Bambi. Use your nails to tear into my flesh. Leave your mark on me as I’m leaving mine on you.”

With the permission to touch granted, her hands fly to my shoulders, her nails biting into my flesh. She drags her fingers down my back, the sting of pain liquifying my resolve. Her legs wrap around my hips and she uses them to pull me in tighter. I damn near come when her teeth graze my neck, sucking my sweaty flesh into her mouth and laving her tongue over it. She bites down hard, and a groan tears through me, my cock jumping with excitement and a renewed vigor. Fucking hell, she’s a sex goddess.

I lean back but keep my cock seated inside her tight pussy while I reach for her bikini bottoms to shove in her mouth again. She groans, whether with desire or frustration, I don’t know. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I apply just enough pressure to reduce her airflow and continue to fuck her, using her like my very own sex doll. And what a pretty one she makes. Her eyes roll back; her pussy flutters around me tighter. She’s close to that edge again, but I’m not ready for her to come yet.

I slow my thrusts, pulling out to the tip before driving back in with force—repeating the move again and again. Her wanton pleas are muffled by the fabric filling her mouth. I remove it and pull out completely from her wet heat.

“What the actual fuck?” she barks hoarsely.

I grin and release her neck in favor of gripping her knees. Lifting them, she falls back onto her elbows and shifts her hips forward. I’m surprised by her flexibility, twisted into a pretzel as I have her.

I press the head of my cock against her back entrance, and she gasps, immediately wrenching her body away—or trying to.

“No way. I can’t. I’m not–I’ve never. No,” she rambles.

“The only thing that will stop me is your safeword or cue. The moment either of those are used, our play will pause, but until then, you can scream no all you want and I’ll only hear go. You can beg for mercy and I’ll grant it to you in the form of pain and pleasure, tenfold. So let it out, Bambi. Plead with God to save you from this devil's wrath, but understand that you gave yourself over to me and I’ll do with your body, mind, and soul as I damn well please.

I let her sit with that for a moment while I grab the aloe leaf from the counter. She’s dripping with arousal, and while normally that would be enough to coat my cock before I took her ass, I won’t risk injuring her if this is her first time.

“What’s that for?” she asks, eyeing the glob of fresh aloe in my hand when I return to her.

Her tongue pokes out and she licks her bruised lips. My dick jumps and I give it a few good tugs, coating it completely. I don’t use words to answer her, instead, I use my aloe-covered fingers to do the talking, inserting them one knuckle at a time. I work in the first finger, pumping it in and out, then add the second, scissoring them.

“Holy fuck, why does this feel so good? Why haven’t I tried this before? Goddamnit, I’ve been missing out.”

I chuckle and pull my fingers out, pressing the head of my cock to her back entrance. The incoherent rambling flying from her swollen lips as I press inside her is like a sweet symphony to my ears.

She tenses, squeezing around me in a hold so tight it feels like she might break me. “Relax,” I coax and slowly roll my hips, driving in farther. I use my thumb to glide over her clit, giving her time to acclimate to the intrusion and a distraction to help her relax.

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