“Something you want, my love? You only need to ask.”
“I want you,” I hiss.
“You have me,” he observes wryly, grinning at my frown. “Hmm… perhaps it’s not enough? You’ll need to be a bit more specific.”
I want to cry in frustration as I toss my head side to side. “Just fucking do it. Fuck me.”
“Now, Madison, we’ve already talked about you asking nicely for the things you want,” he chides, the softness of his voice belying the tight urgency behind his words.
I open my mouth to scream something at him, then snap it shut before the noise escapes. I breathe heavily through my nose and plead at him with my eyes instead. He wants me to show him I know how to be good. So I’ll swallow the smart comment if it means I get to swallow him.
“I want your cock. Fuck me, Sir. Please.”
“There she is. There’s my good girl,” he praises, pulling back his hips to align himself at my entrance.
Like he’s some sort of sex wizard, the vibrator inside me buzzes to life just as he slams into me fully in one stroke.
Fucking. Finally.
I literally see stars. The breath whooshes out of me on a keening kind of wail, and my whole body tenses around the intrusion. True to his word, he doesn’t stop—doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath or adjust to the size of him. He pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again. I hear the tone of my cry change from relief to shock to hopeless arousal. I’m glad he’s got such a tight grip on my wrists and hip, because as much as I thought I was ready for this… I fucking wasn’t. The combination of him and the intense vibrations is almost too much.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back, love. Be loud for me. I want everyone in this fucking building to know who you belong to,” he grits out, voice wavering under the strength of his rhythmic thrusting.
“It’s so fucking amazing, Wesley! F-feels so good!”
I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut, like it’ll somehow help with the assault of sensations. And it does. Between the size that fills me right to the edge of pain, that upward curve that has him dragging the tip against the device pressed against my g-spot, the intense sucking on my clit, and the way he’s hammering into me in an unbroken rhythm…
“You like knowing that I’m using this tight little cunt? That I’m taking what’s mine?”
An unfamiliar sound spews out from deep in my chest—half groan, half whimper—and my entire body convulses in a wave of arousal that his words sets off. My nipples prickle painfully, brushing against his chest, and my skin suddenly feels too tight. I’m so turned on, I actually feel tears leaking out the sides of my closed eyes.
Between the feel of him stretching me deep inside, and the way he’s pinning me… I’ve never been so completely overwhelmed by someone—he’s everywhere. Nothing exists outside the feeling of his lips forcing down on mine, his fingertips digging into my waist, and his cock splitting me open.
Fuck, I wish he’d start moving again. I’m so close to the edge—to tumbling headfirst into that liminal headspace of mindlessness and pleasure—that I can barely believe it. But I won’t get there unless he starts fucking me again, despite all those lovely vibrations.
But in that moment, I can’t bring myself to break away and demand what I want. The fight is… gone. All I can do is lie still and just…takewhatever he wants to give me. Though, that doesn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore. Was it ever? I can’t remember.
I kiss him back as fiercely as I can, pouring all these complicated emotions into it, but otherwise I let myself go limp. I let go.
It’s like he senses that he’s gotten what he wanted—my true submission. He rears back, studies me for a beat, then starts thrusting again. He releases my hip, trailing his free hand up to hold, massage, then grab my breast. I release a stuttered moan as the squeeze gives the pleasure an edge that makes everything feelmore.
“You look so pretty when you’re taking my cock, Madison,” he groans.
At the edge of my vision, I can see as the muscles in his abdomen contract around each controlled movement. “You’reso pretty,” I mumble incoherently. “So good. So fucking good. Feels so fucking good… Oh,Dios.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight. The way you grip me… fuuuuck. I’m close,” he says, and I’m not sure if he’s letting me know or asking me if I am too. I don’t care which.
“Close,” I echo.
He gives me more and more, taking just as much from me with each back-and-forth of his torso. The movements jostle the vibrator, making my body tense and quiver. It builds and builds and builds… Suddenly, I’m not falling over that cliff—I’m hurtling towards the edge at 100 miles per hour, and I’m about to smash into a million pieces at the bottom.
“I’m coming!” I shriek, the release of words and breath and noise just as cathartic as the release of pressure and tension.
His rhythm breaks, and he grunts, finding his own pleasure at the same time that mine explodes. I barely register him as light sparkles behind my eyelids, a roaring noise fills my ears, and my soul levitates. For a breathtaking instant, I’m weightless, breathless, unbound by the laws of reality.
When I come back down, the tickling against my clit gives my laughter a manic edge as I wiggle my hips to escape it. My eyes find his through the hazy confusion that always follows having your mind completely blown. He releases my wrists. Still breathing hard, he clicks off the vibrator, pulls it out and tosses it onto the bed somewhere behind me.
Rolling off, he lies next to me—shoulder to shoulder with our legs hanging off the bed, it’s still somehow so intimate that it makes my heart hammer for reasons unrelated to sexual sprints.
