So desperate.
So ready to end it all for that explosion of ecstasy.
And right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, couldn’t get any darker—his hand tightened on my throat again.
Oh!
The air vanished.
There was no more oxygen.
The world spun.
And oh God—this feeling.
Terror and bliss crashing together, the dizzying loss of breath while his cock ravaged me deeper, harder, like he was fucking the air right out of my lungs.
The lack of oxygen sharpened every sensation—his piercing dragging fire inside me, his hips pounding me to ruin, his cock owning every nerve, the deranged lust blazing in his eyes.
I convulsed.
My body shook violently.
My muscles spasmed in helpless pleasure.
My pussy clamped down around his cock in frantic, shameful flutters, begging, milking, so addicted already.
It was too much.
It was everything.
His cock, his grip, his hunger—they didn’t just fuck me.
They rewrote me.
And then, with a guttural groan, he released my throat again.
Air slammed back into my lungs at the same moment he pulled his cock out, leaving me gasping, trembling, and sobbing at the loss.
“Fuck!” His voice cracked through the steam. “Fuck!”
Air seared my lungs as I gasped in the shower spray, my chest heaving.
And. . .if someone had asked me what my name was in that moment. . .I wasn’t sure I would have an answer. That was how far he’d taken me.
I blinked, trying to gather thoughts.
He kissed me—wild, crushing, wet—and I tasted my blood on his tongue.
It had my head spinning even more, spiraling in lust.
“I don’t want to cum, Tora,” he groaned against my mouth. “I fucking want to hurt you for hours, but your pussy is so wet, so tight, so fucking good. My cock. . .God, my cock is so ready.”
I grabbed his face, panting, trembling, body broken wide open. “Cum in me.”
“I’ll cum, Tora.” He groaned, feral, demented, and shattered. “But, not until you cum first.”
And then his cock was inside me again.
