“Like this?” Dalton sucks in the skin at the base of my neck to the point of pain, but it only makes my dick twitch between us. I want to see the ghost of this moment on me tomorrow.
I never let sex be about more than physical pleasure. I rejected the real closeness even with Dalton. Now, I’m letting myself feel it all and let emotions wash over me as I think of the ring on his finger.
I’m not alone anymore, and for as long as he lives, I will never be.
Dalton pulls away, and I already miss him when he leans over to a plastic bag resting by the mattress. He pulls out some lube and condoms, because where else would they be in this bachelor pad from hell?
And yet I love him so much, whether we’re on the dirty floor or in a private jet.
I smack the rubber right out of his hand, and when he looks at me, baffled, my fingers slide into his hair, and I lean in for a quick kiss. Warm breath dances between our faces when I speak. “Fill me up.”
I want to be dirty. Sweaty, slick with his cum. I want to be hotter to him than any past lovers who had him bare.
Dalton’s pupils blow up, and I become the center of his universe. “You’ve got no idea how much I wanted to,” he rasps, fingers already at my hole, while with his other hand, he lifts my leg to his hip.
I wanted it too, from the first night he fucked me, but I denied us both, worried what it might mean, embarrassed about the physicality of it. The barrier of latex kept the sex tidier, allowing me to have that bit more control, but I don’t want that anymore.
Dalton slides two thick fingers in with a hungry grunt. It’s a tight fit at first, but he knows my body so well by now. He’s squeezed it out of me that I like when it’s borderline too much, that the stretch turns me on.
“You’ll be dripping with all I have,” he murmurs against my neck, thrusting his fingers in faster.
I push my foot flat against his back, until my hips hover above the mattress, meeting his knuckles over and over. I feel so wild doing this, a lusty animal caring only for its carnal desires, with no sense of decency or decorum. Maybe that’s what I’ve always been deep down?
“Yes… give it to me. It’s all mine from now on,” I babble as the pounding in my head intensifies. I choke on air when Dalton pulls his hand away, only to push back three fingers. I love it when he fills me, and for the briefest moment, I wish for him to stretch me with all the digits of his hand, forcing me open until I’d scream with both pain and pleasure.
I must be losing my mind. It’s not even cold anymore, and all I can smell is Dalton’s perfume and his pheromones. I mewl in protest right into Dalton’s mouth when the movement of his hand becomes languid. How can he have this much patience when I feel the proof of his arousal dripping pre-cum over my stomach?
But as desperate as I am, there’s relief in letting him take the reins, so I slide my fingers into his short hair and pull him down. The kiss is deep, fueled by my hunger for him, and I won’t know peace until I’m dripping with his warm cum.
“I’m ready,” I whisper against his lips, moaning when his chest hair tickles my nipple. “Come on, Dalton… I want to know how it feels. Now. Fuck me with yourbig bare cock,” I rasp, my gaze never once straying from his eyes.
They glaze with lust as he pulls out his fingers. I instantly miss being filled, and I’m about to protest when he sits back on his heels, but then he lifts my hips up and drags them up to his dick. My legs rest against his shoulders like it’s my second nature, and he smirks, kissing my calf.
“Thought you’d enjoy the view,” he says as he looks down while pressing his cockhead against my entrance.
I can’t breathe. His dick is searing hot as it forces me open, diving inside my body as I claw my hands into the blanket under us. The room is a blur, because the only thing I care about is Dalton. My man. My fiancé. My future husband gently moving his hips back and forth as he drills me open.
It hurts a bit. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s so damn thick, and I want him to become a permanent part of my body.
I only realize I moaned when Dalton shushes me in a soft voice, lids heavy over his beautiful green eyes. “Yes. Please. You’ve completely ruined me now,” I whisper, breath quickening when he places his hands under my knees before leaning forward.
Jolts of electricity throb all over my skull when he sinks ever deeper, using his body weight to pin me down to this ugly old mattress. Do I still have any of my dignity left? And do I still care by the time he folds me in two, sinking balls-deep while my knees touch the blanket on either side of my head?
I’m limp like a stuffed toy, and there’s nothing I want more than for him to play with me for hours. That whole gorgeous cock is inside me, making my own twitch every time I look between our bodies.
Dalton catches my gaze, so handsome with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Oh, you don’t know what ruined means yet.”
With his cock so deep inside me, he drops forward, hands to the sides of my head. When his hips start moving, I’ve got no way to hold my moans in. His cock moves hard and fast, and massages my prostate with every thrust. It’s an overwhelming feeling, and seeing him sink in makes the physical sensations somehow even more intense.
“But you’ll know,” Dalton goes on, “When I come so deep inside you, empty my balls, mark you as mine. You know by now I’ve gota lotof cum to give.”
I’m shaking, and feel nothing but pleasure. The hint of pain transformed into an intense warmth, and as he works his hips, the powerful body of a cage fighter looms over me. I’m incapable of being anywhere but with him.
He’s not gentle, but each thrust contributes to the sense of peace growing inside me. “Show me,” I beg. “I want it. I want to be a ruined mess.”
A dark grimace passes across Dalton’s face, and he shoves his cock in, only to rip it all the way out. I’m pulsing with pure need, eyes on the bead of pre-cum drizzling from his cock to the rim of my gaping hole.
I feel so lewd.
