I tangle my fingers in the ends of his hair and pull hard. His hungry eyes meet mine. With as much seduction I can muster Istare back at him with lust filled eyes, licking my lips in a way that drive him crazy, and say in a seductive tone, "I want you to say it, Oak."
"Say what?"
"If you want to come inside me I want you to beg for it."
A wicked smirk graces his lip. There's a thrill that runs down my spine. "You want me to beg to come inside this pussy that's mine."
My fingernails scrape against his scalp. I say hotly, "Yes. Because you and I both know you love coming inside me."
"And you'll deny me that? You'll deny me claiming what's fucking mine." I swear every ounce of feminism leaves my body when he says shit like that. Because it only makes me hotter for him.
My heels press deeper in his skin. I'm sure there'll be more than just marks. I guarantee I broke skin. "All you have to do is beg, big guy."
"And you call me the master." He grins. "If I'm the master, you're the seductress, baby."
He leans his head to where his lips brush against the outer shell of my ear. His breathy pants have me clenching around his cock. And then he whispers hotly in my ear, "Please, Grace. Please let me come inside this cunt that belongs to me."
Victory has me smiling from ear to ear. Power, unlike any before, has me feeling like I'm on top of the world. "Since you begged so sweetly, you can."
My response earns me a dark chuckle and his cock driving in me so hard that I roll my eyes to the back of my head, savoring the overwhelmingly full feeling.
Every thrust becomes more unhinged. All the control Oak has vanishes. He's fucking me like he's never fucked me before.
Then I finally reach the euphoric bliss. "Oak!" I cry out his name in what feels like an earth shattering scream. It certainlyfeels as if my body is shattering. I come the hardest I ever have. Every cell in my body lights with euphoria. I have never felt this way before.
Seconds later I feel him come inside me. Hot spurts of his come battering my abused flesh.
He keeps me pinned against the wall as he continues pumping in and out of me through his orgasm, making sure I take all he has to give.
And I take it. I take it all.
His cock softens inside me and I can feel his come leaking out.
My body feels depleted of all its energy. It's a miracle in itself that I still have the strength to have my legs wrapped around him.
Sensing my exhaustion he bounds his arms around me and supports all my weight. With him still inside me, he walks us over to his bed. Then, with strength I don't know how he's capable of after what we did, he picks me up from under my arms and raises me in the air. Slowly, his cock slips out of me and our arousal does, too. He presses a soft kiss to my clavicle bone before laying me gently down on the bed. I blink up at him in a daze, completely transfixed by the best orgasm I've ever had in my life.
As he walks down towards the end of the bed I get a view of what my heels have done to his ass. And yeah, I've laid my claim. There's marks there and a little spec of blood from digging the pointy heel in.
Pain and pleasure. Oak's kink.
Sitting by my feet on the bed he places them over his thighs. He takes each heel off carefully and places them down on the floor with a ghost of a smile on his face.
"I never knew you had a thing for heels," I say all breathy.
He begins to massage my feet. I don't even bite back the moan of appreciation. "I have a thing foryou, Grace."
"Such a charmer you are." I smile. He smiles back.
And I see it. The lightheartedness in him that wasn't there before. The ease.
Oak's finally living in the moment. And he's living in it with me.
Everything feels so right, so perfect, that I can't even think of the possibility of something going wrong.
Oak
Her smile is encouraging and I love her all the more for it. My unstoppable force propelling me to move forward. “I’m proud of you.”
