The first orgasm tore through me, my cries drifting out through the quiet forest.
But Caymen wasn’t done with me.
He used my hair to pull me back against his chest, his hand sliding around to grab my throat, his breath warm in my ear as he kept fucking me.
“You can’t get away from me,” he growled in my ear, making my belly twist deliciously. “I will always catch you,” he said, punctuating each word with one single, hard thrust. A whimper escaped me as my thighs went wobbly. “Understood?”
“Y… yes,” I gasped.
“Now you’re going to come over and over until you’re begging me for mercy.”
Then he set his plan in motion.
The second orgasm had his arm catching me when my legs went too weak to stand on my own.
The third had short, choked whimpers escaping me.
The fourth was completely silent, my whole body seizing up as the pleasure bordered on pain.
“Caymen…”
“Ready to beg?” he asked, teeth nipping my ear.
“Please.”
My head was light.
I was so drenched in sweat that I wasn’t sure how he was still holding onto me.
My nerve endings frayed.
“One more first,” he demanded.
“I can’t.”
“It’s not a choice,” he said.
His hand slid between my thighs, engaging my clit as he fucked me, the clash of our bodies mingling with the harsh rasps of our breaths, and the weird, frantic chirps that were escaping me, my throat too raw from crying out to manage anything else.
“There you go. Good girl,” he murmured as my walls clenched around him over and over.
I swear I damn near blacked out.
Because I couldn’t tell you when or how hard he came, just that when I was finally fully cognizant again, his arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding me up since I was incapable of doing it myself.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, his lips teasing the shell of my ear. “I’ve got you.”
He did.
So I just gave in to the urge to accept his strength, to give my body the time it needed to come back to rights.
“You took it so good for me,” he said, his face nuzzling into my hair, not seeming to care about how sweaty I was.
Little by little, my breathing evened out, my heartbeat slowed, and the strength returned to my legs.
Sensing the shift, Caymen’s arms loosened.
He adjusted my bodice, pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then stepped back.
