"Where do you think you're going?" He slams into me again, his voice ragged, strained.
"I can't, Grey--it's… too--"
He pulls back harder, drives deeper. "Yes you can. Take it."
And I do--I want to. I asked for this, and I'm desperate for it, as overwhelming as it is.
With every thrust of his hips, he pulls me back onto his cock with a wet slap of skin, stroking that place inside me that draws a string of unintelligible words from my throat. There aren't words from either of us, just noisy, harsh breaths and animal sounds and then without warning--smack.
I yelp, jerking forward. The sting is sharp, shocking, spreading heat across my skin. My pussy clenches reflexively around him.
He groans, feeling it, his hips stuttering. "Fuck--you liked that," he pants.
Did I? The sting, the heat, the way my body responded--
Smack. Harder this time.
"Oh, fuck--" I moan into the pillow, pushing back onto him.
"That's what I thought." His voice is dangerous, satisfied.Smack. "That's my girl."
The heat builds, layering with every strike. My ass burns and it feelsso good.I'm clenching around him with every impact, wetter, needier.
Smack."Taking me so deep."
"More--" I whine
Smack. "So fucking perfect."
"Harder--" I beg shamelessly. "Please--harder--"
He obliges.Smack--this one sharp, breath-stealing. I cry out, the sting intense, perfect, my pussy fluttering around him.
"Fucking greedy," he growls, but he sounds so pleased, I moan.
Smack--and I'm sobbing into the pillow, overwhelmed, my ass on fire. He leans down, dragging his lips up my spine, slow and wet, his hand soothing the heat radiating from his palm prints.
Then his teeth find my shoulder blade, biting down possessively, groaning into my skin when I cry out. Another bite. Another cry.
"Every time you do that--" His teeth find the back of my neck, and I shudder beneath him. "Drives me insane."
He's curled around me, braced with one hand next to mine. The other finds my clit.
Every nerve ending is on fire, every mark he left on me throbbing, my ass burning from his open palm, and I'm full, so full It's too much. I never want it to stop.
The coil winds tighter, tighter. I'm trying to hold back--too soon, can't come again this fast--but my body doesn't care.
"Grey, I’m--I can't--"
"Yes you can." His fingers move faster, firmer, paced with his hips. "Come on my cock, Molly. Let me feel it."
I'm right there, teetering, the pleasure building to unbearable heights.
"I'm gonna--oh god--"
I'm on the edge, his cock hitting that spot inside, his fingers working my clit like he owns it, every sensation converging.
One more thrust. One more circle of his fingers. One more slap.
