He chuckles and shakes his head. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he says, then grabs my chin and kisses me.
“I know,” I whisper against him, then kiss him back.
Dorran wraps his lips around mine with such urgency, that it quite literally makes it hard for me to breathe. His tongue is sure as it slides against mine, causing a rush to flow through me.
His kisses are a lovely paradox of mild and commanding – a sweet, sweet torture that only makes me weaker for him. That burn my entire fucking world and blind it indefinitely.
I match his pace, and in turn, he kisses me like I’m made for it; forhim.
He moves back and fists the hem of my hoodie, then pulls it over my head. Grinning when he sees my pebbled nipples, he then yanks at my shorts. “Up, come on.”
I lift a little, and he pushes my shorts down my legs. A shiver runs through me as a strong breeze passes by me, and the dull ache in my clit heightens against it.
Dorran takes my shorts and drops both it and my hoodie on the grass, before getting to his feet. He then takes off his vest, and my breath stutters as I run my eyes over his broad shoulders and smooth chest; the prominent veins on his arms, and the impressive definition of his washboard abs. A thin trail of dark hair runs down his navel and behind the waistband of his jeans, making me swallow.
I catch his gaze, and find him looking smugly at me. “Take off your fucking jeans, Dorran,” I tell him.
He smirks, and I get a sudden urge to touch myself when he unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down to his ankles before kicking them off.
He cants his head sideways and widens his legs. “Lie down, Cignette,” he orders.
The crisp grass bites into my skin when I do as he’s asked, earning a heated look from him.
“Spread those thighs for me and show me your pussy,” he says next.
I do, and my hips arch on their own accord when a lick of air caresses my center.
Dorran spits on his palm, then fists his cock and starts working himself. “Touch yourself, Cignette.”
I bring a hand to my pussy and start circling my clit with two fingers, while with the other I pinch one of my painfully hard nipples.
Dorran strokes himself faster, and this view of him right now – bathed in moonlight, stark naked and pleasuring himself tome– hurdles me over the edge. I writhe as I orgasm, making sure to keep my eyes on him until I’m done.
Dorran stops touching himself and kneels in front of me, then grins and places my legs over his shoulders before pulling me to him. “I want both your hands above your head,” he commands.
I do as I’m told, and his eyes travel over every exposed inch of me. His precum coats his swollen crown and stains his piercing, and even though I wanna reach out and taste it, I don’t.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Cignette?” he muses, then drags his tongue over his bottom lip. “Opening yourself up to me, surrendering to me like this…” He groans. “Makes me so fucking hard; so fucking hungry.” He grabs his cock and positions the head against my sensitive entrance. “Did you like making yourself cum right now while watching me beat my dick to you?”
God, the words he uses – they make me mad with want.
“Yes,” I answer easily.
He grins again. “Do you want me inside of you – fucking that greedy little cunt of yours and making you cum like a slut?”
“Fuck you.Yes,” I hiss, then raise my hips.
He chuckles and starts pushing himself in, and we moan together when his cock stretches my walls. The initial burn is strong, but it’s quickly taken over by Dorran’s deep thrusts as he starts sliding in and out of me.
I grab his bicep with one hand, and cup the side of his neck with the other. “Fuck,” I breathe when he fills me completely, hits me to the back with his entire length. “More, Dorran. I need more.”
He smirks and pushes my legs forward, in turn bending my body, then hovers over me. My knees touch my breasts, and when he shifts closer and starts pounding into me with short, rough thrusts, his balls hit my ass, and his thighs slap against mine.
“This what you want?” he asks, then fists my hair and brings our faces closer than they already are. “Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart. So fucking hot.” He ruts into me with abandon, and when his piercing hits me in just the right spot, I cry out and look down to see how he moves in and out of my pussy. His cock is coated in my cum, and there’s some of it on the patch of hair on his pelvis as well.
It’s such a raw feeling – knowing you’ve marked someone in a carnal sort of way. It’s something that exceeds everything else; every promise or declaration. And seeing my release on Dorran like this is the ultimate state of euphoria for me.
My breaths are broken hiccups in my throat as he continues to fuck me, and even though I feel a strain in my back and legs with how firmly he’s molded my body, I don’t mind it one bit. If anything, it turns me on even more, and brings me closer to my release.
