It doesn’t take me long to oblige him on both fronts, especially when he curves the fingers buried inside me upward, tickling a spot on the top of my channel that makes my toes curl and breasts ache for attention. My second orgasm is faster than the first, but no less potent. He keeps stimulating me until I ride it out completely and am left a trembling, sweating puddle on the bedsheets.
“Look at all this arousal,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers out of me and scooping up the wetness glistening over my pussy. He brings them to his lips, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I watch him suck them into his mouth, as if he can’t get enough of my taste. He climbs his way up my body and slants his lips over mine, letting me taste myself. I moan into the erotic kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, keeping him close.
“You’re going to need to be a very good girl for me and take deep breaths,” he murmurs, pulling away. “If it hurts too much, tell me. This is not meant to be painful. Okay?”
I nod, chasing his lips for another kiss. He’s warm, masculine, and so utterly in charge, it frees me of any burdenor responsibility. I want everything he has to give; I want to take his cock, take all his desires, let him turn me into his personal toy.
“Fuck me, Dorian,” I whisper against his lips. “Please.”
He smiles into our kiss. “Anything my girl wants. Anything you could possibly desire, Mira, I’ll give to you. If you want to watch the world burn, I’ll strike the match that sets it on fire. If you want to see the people who hurt you die, I’ll bring you their heads on a silver platter. If you want to be loved, cherished, and adored, I’ll spend hours reminding you just how much you mean to me.”
“What do I mean to you?” My voice is quiet now, filled with shyness and uncertainty. I don’t think I’ve had anyone care for me the way Dorian does in a long time, if ever.
Dorian blinks slowly. “Everything.”
He shucks his boxers with a few quick tugs while my breath catches and my eyes flutter at his admission. He hooks one of my legs high on his waist, gripping it under the knee, and uses his other hand to bring his hot,hardcock over my pussy. Instead of thrusting right into me, he glides it up and down my slit, getting it wet with my arousal and teasing my clit until I think I might come again.
“Deep breaths for me,” he murmurs, plucking at my nipple before bracing a hand by my head. “It’s going to be tough for a bit.”
I moan my agreement, nodding enthusiastically.
He positions his dick at my entrance; I arch with a gasp as he slowly starts to slide inside me, wiping my mind of all thoughts that aren’t centered on him. There’s an immediate prickle and burn as his thickness stretches my inner muscles. I’ve never had a cock as big as his, and I haven’t had sex in well over a year, so the intrusionhurts, but it’s also accompanied by a deep, aching pleasure that makes me want to brave the pain. He slides in a bit farther, and I can’t hold backa low whine. Dorian freezes immediately, cupping my cheek with a hand and stroking his thumb over the hollow beneath my eye.
“Easy,” he breathes. “Take it easy, baby. Nice and deep breaths for me, now.”
“Keep going,” I beg. “Please.”
He shakes his head. “Not if it’s hurting you.”
“It hurts in all the right ways,” I moan. “Please, Dorian.”
He releases a low, shuddering breath. A small shiver travels over him, as if my words are almost too much for him to bear. “Fuck, Mira.” He slides in farther, slowly sinking deeper and deeper until his balls tap my ass and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I dig my nails into the nape of his neck so hard it’s a wonder I don’t draw blood. “You feel sofuckinggood.” He pumps in and out of me, harsh thrusts that force the breath from my lungs and make my entire body tighten. My nipples scrape over his hard chest, and I throw my head back, moaning with each of his thrusts, lifting my hips to meet him.
His pace is steady, reaching deep with each surge forward. Sweat slicks both of our skin, setting us aglow in the wash of morning light that filters through the windows. I gasp and whine and gouge deep scratches down his back with my nails.
“Faster,” I urge him. “Harder, Dorian.Please.”
A low groan escapes him, and he speeds his pace. His thrusts turn forceful and overwhelming, and though it burns, I love every moment of it. I love bathing in his energy, in the deep satisfaction and overwhelming pleasure that radiates from him, mingling with my own and driving me higher and higher. The feeling of connection between us is as potent as all the physical sensations I’m experiencing, winding me tight.
“Ask me to come,” he rasps. “Beg me to come like a good girl.”
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, can I come?”
He wraps his hand around my neck, not applying any pressure, just resting his thumb on my pulse. His jaw clenches as his eyes burn with desire and satisfaction.
He gives his head a single shake. “Not yet. Hold it.” He pulls out, and my orgasm dies right on the cusp. He flips me over onto my hands and knees, pushing my upper body to the bed with a palm between my shoulder blades. He fists a hand in my hair, turning my head sideways so I can breathe even while he’s pressing my face into the pillow. His cock slides back into me easily, and he starts fucking me with the same harsh, eager pace again.
My eyes squeeze tightly as I gasp and whimper, clawing at the sheets. Dorian’s thumb slides between the cleft of my ass, pressing against the tight ring of muscles that’s already slick with my pleasure.
“Have you ever had anyone back here?” he whispers lowly, kissing the small of my back.
I shake my head with a low whine.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “I’m going to fuck you here soon. I’m going to claim every single one of your holes for my own.” He twists his thumb around, and the taboo sensation raises the hairs on the back of my neck, even as it drives mewildwith pleasure and need. Slowly, his finger sinks into my rosebud, and the feeling of him breaching that forbidden hole makes a loud, tortured groan escape me.
“Fuck—pleaselet me come,” I beg.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Come, Mira. Comehardfor me.”
