“There we go,” he whispered. “That’s gonna be a tight fit for my cock soon.”
“I need it,” I gasped. “Please.”
“Soon,” he repeated against my lips.
But why? He was already getting hard again. I could feel him.
He applied pressure everywhere, and I arched my back to get more. He felt so fucking good.
“Speaking of sexy…” He teased the tip of his tongue against mine and curled his fingers inside me. “Fucking hell, Natalie.”
He finger-fucked me faster with each kiss, causing my breath to hitch and my face to flush with heat.
“That’s another spot I wanna come,” he murmured. “All over your tight little pussy.”
I made another needy sound and clamped down around him.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he pressed. “Fuck you full of my come and see it trickle out.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Please, Ethan.”
“Not yet.” He went even faster, and I started shaking as the pressure built up within. Bliss rushed through me and fired me up. “I gotta stretch you out a little.”
He was fucking killing me. I threw my head back against the pillow and moaned loudly.
“Time to let go, sweetheart. I’ll give you my cock the second you start coming.”
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.
“I’ll fuck you through your orgasm, and I won’t stop. Trust me. I wanna feel every muscle inside you milk my cock.”
That did it. The pleasure crashed down on me, and I threw an arm over my face as I was catapulted into the orgasm. Maybe I was a little too loud too. I couldn’t help it?—
I choked. In a split second, his fingers disappeared, and he pushed the head of his cock inside me, quickly followed by the rest. All the way in, hard and deep, causing another explosion to go off.
His gritty groan sounded far away, and true to his word, he didn’t stop. With a tight grip on my thigh, he started fucking me long and hard, and he wrapped my legs around his hips too, allowing him to go deeper.
I was fucking lost. The pleasure and burning sting had me in a choke hold, and I never wanted to escape.
Good Christ, he was everywhere. That stretchy burn was all-consuming, and it intensified every ounce of euphoria in a way I had never experienced before.
It was raw fucking passion.
Before I was even aware of my descent from the high, I was clinging to him, spurring him on, kissing him, and begging for more. He cursed and pulled out, and he didn’t say a word. He just smacked my thigh and twirled a finger, a silent command for me to get on all fours.
I had no words to describe how sexy he was, resting there on his knees, with his hard cock glistening from my wetness, and he was stroking himself while eye-fucking me.
I scrambled into position as fast as I could, and then I felt him behind me. His rough and greedy hands kneading my ass cheeks, his cock pressing against my pussy. He shifted one hand to my spine and pressed down a little, so I arched and pushed out my ass.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered. He gripped his cock again, and then he was back inside me, stretching me out and reaching deeper.
I fisted the sheets and pushed back against every thrust. I stopped giving a crap about how loud I was, and I lost track of time. Every moment was about wanting to feel as much as possible, even if it burned or stung. On particularly forceful thrusts, he punched the air out of my lungs, and I disappeared deeper into the abyss. I couldn’t fucking believe how expertly someone else could work my body.
At some point, he pulled me back on him and ordered me to fuck myself on his cock.
I had to be running out of whimpers soon. I sounded so desperate.
He kissed my neck and pushed my tits together. “That’s a good girl. Take everything you need.”
