Something shifted in his eyes—something dark and primal—and then his pace changed. Not fast yet, but harder and deeper, each thrust more forceful than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin joined the wet sounds, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
"Like that?" he asked, his voice rough. "That what you need, baby?"
"Hmmmm, hmmm, yes."
He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss, but then he was flipping me over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and pulling them up.
"On your knees," he commanded, and I scrambled to obey, my ass in the air, and pressed my face into the pillow.
Syx pressed his thumbs into my back dimples and held me in place so I wouldn't move. With one hard thrust, he entered me at an angle and positioned his leg up. He was so deep, and it felt more intense. I could feel him hitting my cervix, and the stretch began to burn just a tad as my body adjusted to the new position.
"Fuck," I yelped out, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"That's it," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Take this dick, baby. Take all of it."
Syx started fucking me harder, with deep long strokes that had me gasping and moaning with every thrust. The sound of his hips slamming against my ass echoed through the room, mixing with my cries and his grunts of pleasure.
"You look so fucking good like this," he said, his voice strained. "Ass up, taking this dick like you were made for it. Fuck, Nyne?—"
One of his hands came down on my ass. It was a sharp slap that made me yelp and clench around him.
"You like that?" He asked, doing it again, once more, harder this time. "You like this shit, Nyne? You like the way I'm fucking you? You like the way I'm giving you this dick?"
"Yes, oooh fuck, yes!"
Syx kept that pace for a while, making my whole body shake. My arms barely holding me up and I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly. But then he slowed down again, pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in slowly, grinding against me.
"Not yet, bae," he said, his breathing ragged. "You don't get to cum yet."
"Syx, please."
"I said not yet," he repeated, his hand sliding up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the mattress with my ass still in the air. "I ain't done with 'chu yet."
I felt his thumb pressed against my asshole again, circling juices around, making sure to tease it before pushing inside and finger fucking my ass.
"Oooooh shit," I gasped, feeling my whole body tense.
"Relax," he murmured, his other hand stroking my lower back soothingly even as he kept fucking me. "Just relax and let me have all of you. Let me fuck you good. Let me show out in this pussy."
Deeper, his thumb pressed deeper inside my asshole, and the dual sensation of his dick in my pussy and his thumb in my ass was overwhelming. I felt so full, stretched out, and claimed.
"That's it," he groaned. I craned my neck just to get a glimpse at him and he was making the sexiest fuck faces. "Fuck, baby." Our eyes met as he licked his kissable lips. "I love fucking on this pussy. This pretty, fat, wet, motherfucking pussy."
On the inside, I was blushing because he was making me feel special. He was pouring life into me as he filled both of my holes. Sex had never felt this amazing before. Again, he picked up the pace, making me grip the sheets tighter, causing my knuckles to turn white and my eyes to roll to the back of my head. I could feel myself spiraling and getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Syx, I'm about to fucking cum!" I grunted, out of breath.
"I want to see your face when you cum," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to watch you fall apart on my dick, Nyne."
Syx began to fuck me harder—harder and faster again. His hips snapped against mine with bruising force. The bed was shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, and I wascrying out with every thrust, raking my nails against the sheets. He flipped me over onto my back again, spreading my legs wider and entered me deeply, with no plans of showing me no mercy.
"Fuck, Nyne." He moaned.
"Don't stop," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Please don't stop."
His hand slid between us, his fingers found my clit, rubbing fast circles that had me seeing stars.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Cum on this dick. Wet it up."
