While it doesn’t make any damn sense, everything in the box of goodies are things I would have picked out for myself. He’s gotten me pants that look so damn comfy they’ll only be good for a movie marathon. The tops are simple and the sweaters are soft.
The whole thing is awfully sweet. Not that I think my big tough biker would want to be called sweet. I’ll keep that part to myself.
“Yes,” I moan and give my body over to him.
He holds me in place and pounds into me. Every time he fills me, it teeters right on the edge of pain. I welcome it. I crave it.
“You see why I couldn’t put my cock down your throat, Tempest?” He growls the words and I’m fucking lost.
To the pleasure.
To the way his words wash over my skin.
To how much more I want.
The sound of our skin slapping together whenever he’s buried deep inside me fills the room. It’s sexy as fuck and only ramps up my arousal.
Briggs tightens his grip on my hair and uses his hold to arch my back even more. I feel suspended, my fingers brushing the bed underneath me. But fuck, it’s all bliss.
“Your sweet pussy feels so good,” he grits out through his teeth.
I don’t even have to see him to know the muscles of his neck are strained and he’s barely holding himself together. Every time he fills me is a reminder of his power. It’s obvious in the way he’s holding me steady while he uses me.
“I would have destroyed your fucking throat,” he grunts, “and I’ll never do anything to hurt you, Addy.”
His words sound rough because of how on edge his voice is, but there is sweetness there. I believe him. I trust him.
Pleasure coils in my belly. It tightens with every thrust of his cock inside of me. My eyes slide closed, and my mouth falls open.
I moan and plead, his name a chant I can’t control.
“You’re so close,” he snarls the words, but I’m too far gone at this point. “You’re going to fall apart in my arms, at my command.”
“Briggs,” I moan, the sound a warning. I’m just not sure if I’m warning him or myself.
Everything feels like it’s strung tight. From the way he’s holding me to the way pleasure is coiling and knotting, ready to explode.
“Fuck,” he groans, holding out the word as he powers into me. “You feel so fucking good, but I can’t wait until I can bury myself inside of you and fill you with my cum instead of a condom. Gonna make it so you’re leaking my cum for days.”
His words are dirty as fuck. And I love each and every one of them.
I’m so turned on and I get even wetter. You can hear it as he fucks me and the sound of it is beyond crude. I just can’t find it in me to care at the moment.
Not when I’m so damn close to flying apart for him.
He fucks me harder, grunting every time he’s buried all the way inside of me. “Yeah,” he rasps, “can’t wait to see my cumleaking out of your sweet hole. Gonna make you so fucking messy.”
Something about the promise in his words is too much for me to take.
“I’m gonna,” I breathe out the words before almost howling, “fuck, yes, Briggs.”
“That’s it,” he praises me, “come all over me. Squeeze me.”
And I do. I fucking do.
My body climbs and climbs, then it feels like it floats for a second before freefalling. My thighs shake while the walls of my pussy tighten and squeeze. It feels so fucking good as my vision goes white for a moment, and I swear I lose the ability to hear.
Or maybe all I can hear is the blood rushing through my veins. I have no idea and I definitely don’t care.
