"Harder. Please, harder."
He gives me exactly what I ask for.
His hips slam into mine with a force that would be too brutal if it wasn't exactly what I needed. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, pushing me deeper into the velvet and claiming me inways I didn't know I could be claimed. The sounds coming out of me are bordering on screams now. I can no longer control them.
"You're so fucking tight." His voice is ragged now, his control starting to slip. "So wet for me. You were made for this. Made forme. This pussy belongs to me."
I was. I am. In this moment, I believe it with every fiber of my being.
The orgasm builds like a tidal wave, gathering force with every thrust. I can feel it coming. I’m climbing toward a peak higher than any I've reached tonight. My thighs are shaking around his hips, my inner walls clenching around him, my whole body tightening like a spring about to snap.
"That's it," he breathes, his rhythm never faltering. "I can feel you getting close. Give it to me. Come all over my cock."
The words push me over the edge.
I shatter with a scream that tears from deep in my chest, my whole body convulsing around him. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, waves crashing through me one after another until I can't tell where one ends and the next begins. I'm dimly aware of tears streaming down my face, of my nails raking down his back.
He doesn't stop.
He fucks me through the orgasm, extending it, amplifying it, refusing to let me come down. Every thrust sends new shockwaves through my oversensitive body, building on the last until I'm sobbing with the intensity of it.
"One more," he demands, his voice barely recognizable. "Give me one more, baby. I need to feel you come around me again."
"I can't—" I'm shaking my head, but my body is already responding, already climbing toward another peak I didn't think possible. "It's too much, I can't—" Tears are flowing down the sides of my face now.
"You can." He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit, and the touch is electric. "You're going to come for me again, and then I'm going to fill you up. Understand?"
I understand. I understand that I have no choice, that my body belongs to him tonight, that he's going to wring every last drop of pleasure from me whether I think I can take it or not.
His thumb circles my clit in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation is overwhelming. I'm climbing again, faster than I thought possible, the pleasure building to unbearable heights.
"That's it," he groans, and I can hear how close he is, can feel the tension in his muscles as he holds himself back. "That's it. Come with me.Now."
I break.
This orgasm is different—deeper, more primal, centered somewhere in my core rather than radiating from my clit. I feel myself clamping down on him, feel my whole body go rigid as the pleasure consumes me. And then I feel him follow, his cock pulsing inside me, his groan of release vibrating through both our bodies.
We come together, tangled and shaking, and for one perfect moment, I forget everything except the feeling of being completely, utterly his.
The world goes black.
When I come back to myself, I don't know how much time has passed. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? The candles are still burning, the ambient music still playing, but everything feels different. Softer. Like the edges of reality have been blurred by what we just did.
He's still inside me, though he's softening now. His forehead rests against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps that match my own. Through the mask, his eyes are closed.
"Are you okay?" His voice is gentle, concerned. A stark contrast to the commanding predator who just fucked me into oblivion.
"I don't know." It's the most honest answer I can give. "I don't know what I am right now."
He pulls back slightly, studying my face. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." That much I'm sure of. "No, you didn't hurt me. You just..." I trail off, unable to find words.
"I know." He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. "I know, love."
He withdraws from my body slowly, carefully, and I whimper at the loss. I feel empty without him,incomplete. Which is insane. I shouldn't feel like I'm missing a part of myself when he pulls away.
But I do.
