A groan tears from both of us.
I don’t move. I can’t move, because if I do, I might come too fast, might shatter right here in his arms.
A shiver runs through me as he grips my hips and rocks into me, slow and deep, filling me to the edge of pain, to the brink of bliss.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick, reverent. "Taking my cock so well."
Oh, this man and his fucking mouth.
I lean back, rolling my hips, grinding my ass against him. He’s so deep it almosthurts.I want to drown in this.
His hands move up, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing, coaxing, sending little sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin. He pinches, rolling them between his fingers, tugging just enough to make me whimper. I rock against him harder, chasing the friction, the heat, the pressure.
“Your cock feels so fucking good," I gasp.
He hums in approval, the sound deep, rough, full of need. Then, without warning, he slaps one of my breasts. A sharp sting blooms across my skin, shocking me, making my breath catch. Before I can process it, he slaps the other, sending a delicious wave of heat rippling through me.
I whimper, the pain sharp but fleeting, melting into a tingling sensation that tightens every muscle in my body. Then his mouth is there, lips sealing over the sensitive skin, sucking, his tongue flicking over the sting, soothing and tormenting at the same time.
Shit. New kink unlocked.I like the slaps.
Our bodies move together, a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. His cock feels impossibly deep, stretching me open, filling me so perfectly that every movement sends another shockwave of pleasure through me.
He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot and ragged, each exhale in time with the desperate pace of our bodies.
I reach behind him, gripping the top of the couch with both hands, anchoring myself so I can meet him thrust for thrust. The change in angle makes him hit something devastatingly perfect inside me.
His grip tightens on my hips, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he groans, deep and wrecked. "Ah, fuck," he curses, driving into me harder.
A broken moan rips from my throat, a mess of unintelligible sounds that don’t even feel like mine.
His fingers find my lips, pressing against them until I part them willingly. "Suck on my fingers," he commands.
I take them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, soaking them.
"That’s it," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. "Good girl."
Heat licks through me at those words.
His arm wraps around me, pulling me flush against him, and then his other hand, slick with my spit, slides down the seam of my ass.
A sharp, needy gasp leaves me. "Fuck, yes," I whisper into his ear.
He traces slow, teasing circles over my entrance, making my muscles tighten in anticipation. Then, with a controlled push, he presses his fingers inside, stretching me, filling me.
A wrecked sound slips past my lips as I grind against his hand, reveling in the overwhelming fullness of the double penetration.
He groans, his voice rough and sinful, his lips brushing against my ear. "What a filthy, filthy girl." His fingers sink deeper, his cock thrusting harder. "Look at how much you love having something in your cunt and your ass at the same time."
A knot of pleasure coils low in my belly, growing, tightening, threatening to snap. My hands scramble for purchase, nailsdigging into his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself as the pleasure spreads like hot lava. "I’m so close. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come."
The heat builds, spiraling out of control, pulling me toward the edge so fast I can barely hold on. He doesn’t let up, driving deeper, harder, making sure I feel every inch. His other hand slips around my throat, his thumb tracing the rapid pulse beneath my skin, and he growls, low and dark. "You’re taking it so well, Angel. So fucking greedy for it."
My breath shatters, my hips bucking, and I feel his lips on my jaw, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. The combination of pain and pleasure sends me spiraling, and I’m powerless to do anything but take it—take everything he gives me.
His fingers press harder, curling, finding that perfect spot inside me while his cock stretches me impossibly wide. My moans spill out in frantic, breathless bursts, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t stop until I’m quivering, pushed to the brink of shattering.
"You need to come bad, don’t you?" he taunts, dragging his teeth over my shoulder. "So desperate for it, being stuffed full like this."
