I can taste the stars with each thrust of his cock. He shatters me, piece by piece, leaving me in fragments while my pussy clenches and quakes. I’m right there, on the edge of a powerful climax.
“Oh, Theodore...” I groan, dropping my forehead on the sheets, wrinkling the material as I fist it beside my skull.
I beg him not to stop, to keep the pace and continue hitting me in that same spot. I want him to mark my insides the exact way he’s branding my surface.
Hooking one arm over my side, Theodore finds my clit and pinches it softly. “Come for me, pretty girl. I want your juices dripping off my cock.”
The borderline violent pumping of his dick brought me to the cliff, but it’s the demand in his voice that throws me over the edge. My orgasm splits me down the center, with only his hands keeping me as one. Vibrant reds and glittering gold bombs of color explode behind my eyes as he works me to completion.
My racing heart threatens to free itself from my chest as it pummels its cage. But even then, it doesn’t slow Theodore a bit.
Very quickly, before I can come down from my high, he throws himself on the pillows, lying on an incline while I recline on his torso.
He spreads my legs to fall on either side of him, his hands tightly cinched around my waist, and with a husky drawl, he breathes in my ear, “Ride me, my love. I want to see that ass bounce while you fuck my cock.”
I do as I’m told. Bending my legs underneath me, I apply pressure on his thighs, and with the minimal strength I have left in my muscles, I roll against his throbbing length.
Theodore’s groans fuel my cells, giving me the boost I need to fuck him the way he deserves. He’s a man. He doesn’t want gentle grinds.
Grunting, he says, “Ahh, baby, let me see you. Don’t move, just, just let me look at you for a minute.”
Halting my movements, I freeze above his cock. My heart thuds against my ribcage, each one more powerful than the last. I’m sure he can hear it. I know he can feel it. It would be impossible not to through my trembling muscles. But I hold myself firm until the pad of his thumb brushes against my pulsing clit.
The first touch splinters me in two, directly down the middle, weakening my foundation until I’m pressed along the beating vein in his shaft.
Slowly, two of his fingers slide into my core, parting to fill me entirely while his thumb continues to work me into a frenzy.
“Theodore…” I moan, throwing my head back while I ride his palm.
Picking up the pace of his stroking, he rasps, “That’s it, baby. Close your eyes and feel me.”
And I do.
I feel his fingers not just on and in my pussy, but everywhere.
His touch isn’t purely physical, but spiritual. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see, but fuck, Theodore’s a god when his hands are on me.
And like any devout worshiper, I give him my all.
With a curse on my lips, I fold under the force of my climax. Sparks dance behind my closed lids, displaying what my nerves are experiencing as Theodore drives me to completion. He doesn’t stop until I fall into his chest. Together, our hearts beat as one, thudding violently until it fades to a light tap.
I don’t see him do it, but I listen to Theodore lapping at his fingers, sucking my juices off his skin until all that’s left is my scent.
“So fucking sweet, pretty girl. So fucking sweet.” He pops his digits out of his mouth before gripping my hips in a bruising hold.
I wince under his strength, but I don’t deny the pleasure that shoots through my body when I feel my muscles tense.
Tenderly, Theodore kisses the sweat away from my temple. “I’m not done with you yet, Scar.” Those gentle pecks turn wet, and while his tongue washes away the salt from my skin, he delivers a sharp, stinging smack to my ass.
“Get the fuck up and ride my cock, pretty girl.”
Despite being spent and fucking exhausted, my center floods at his order. Planting my feet flat on the mattress, I shoot myself up. Then, using his lower legs, I hold my balance and leisurely slide down his shaft.
I’m slow at first, just to make sure I have the hang of this, so I don’t make a fool out of myself. But once I’m confident, I pick up the pace.
Straddling his pelvis, I fuck him through my aching muscles. The pain only adds to the pleasure. With each roll, my hips scream out in agony, but I use that ache to my advantage, squeezing myself around his shaft as I take him deeper.
His sounds are no longer groans of pleasure but animalistic roars drowning with rapture.
