Rapidly, I bridge the gap between us, taking a hip in each hand, I press my body forward.
She’s soaked, the head of my cock gliding over her opening with ease. It’s fortunate her ass is occupied, because I have no doubt that I would have accidentally slid in on this angle.
Her breathing is uneven as I tease her entrance. Small moans tumble from her parted lips, as I push inside her, advancing forward, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated in her fucking heavenly pussy.
She whines between breathy pants as she attempts to wiggle regardless of being midair, unable to touch me or control her movements. It makes all of this, that much more enjoyable. It’s an act of trust. Despite her helpless and vulnerable state, she’s still in control. Buried inside her, I take one of her ass cheeks in my hand and push lightly on the base of the plug with my finger, reminding her how full I’ve made her. With my other hand still on her hip I shift her back and forth, effectively bouncing her on my cock.
Her moans and pants fill the space, each time my tip enters, making contact with that one spot inside her. I’m not hung like a horse, but her shallow canal doesn’t have any more room for me. Any deeper and I would be hurting her. She’s so fucking tight. I try desperately to think about ducks in a pond or taxes, literally anything that won’t have me filling her prematurely.
Cindel’s head lolls back, mouth agape, but still, she watches me. Her intense eye contact makes me feel coveted. Wanted for once in my life.
I reposition the hand once pressing on the plug’s base, to between our bodies. I know my girl needs more. Rolling her clit with my middle finger, her piercing moves with it. I’m enamored by her every sound… her every movement.
All the while her gaze becomes languid. She’s drenched, aroused, but not to the point of exploding. I want her walls tightening around my cock, in tune with my name being torn from her throat. I will continue pushing all the buttons and twisting each knob, until my girl loses control.
Focusing on random shit, like how waterfowls aren’t able to claim dependents on their taxes, I can’t help notice the drool escaping the corner of Cindel’s pretty mouth.
Now we're fucking getting somewhere!
One hand remaining on her hip, keeping her from swinging away from me; the other shoves between us, applying pressure on the area above her pubic bone, with the heel of my palm. My finger switches directions, continuing to circle her engorged lady boner.
“I… I can’t.”
Goddamnit, I wish I were an octopus! I desperately need an extra set of hands at this moment to relay to her, “it’s a boathouse, everything is meant to get wet.”
My heart is beating too fast, but I maintain the perfect rpm as I stimulate her, not changing a thing, until she comes undone. My dick remains deep inside her, despite it no longer driving in and out. Bringing my face close to hers, I nose her cheek just ahead of sucking on her bottom lip. Feeling my mouth on hers is everything I hoped it would be. Sweet, soft, and utterly divine. I long for those desperate noises she makes right before she tips over the edge. She’s only shared them with me at the LanternFestival, but I’ve listened to her draw them out countless times prior, when she pleasures herself.
“Oh my god!” Legs quaking, she cries out, “DAX!” Her scream echoes through the space.
She breaks beautifully for me. Her warm release drips down my legs, as wave after wave of pleasure, tugs at my cock.
Thank fuck it’s late and this place is secluded enough that no one is around, because my girl is a screamer.
The ripples of her orgasm subside causing her body to become torpid within my arms.
Stay with me, Princess, it’s my turn. I grip her ass roughly, convinced she’ll have ten tiny bruises by tomorrow. Thrusting forward I fuck her at a punishing speed.
No longer do I need to concentrate on business savvy birds, as I’m finally able to chase my own release.
Wet slapping sounds echo in time with her short, heavy gasps.
My vision begins to tunnel. Her scent, all consuming. Like metallic rain. Every muscle in my body tightens as I bounce her on my dick. My throat aches, attempting to create sound, as my resolve snaps and I spill inside her.
To my surprise, Cindel has yet another wave of pleasure storm through her. Bared teeth hold in pleasure filled groans. Her weary body is decorated with red splotches, while her muscles give one last punishing squeeze to my well-spent cock.
I could die happily like this, buried inside her. It’s all I could ever want from this life. Being accepted… needed. I will worship this woman till the end of time. My conquest. The queen I hold above all else.
Unhurried, I deliberately untie the knots, easing her down to the wooden floorboards.
I know her hips ache from being suspended in that position for so long, so I lower her restrained form carefully.
Reaching for my phone, I play the song I have chosen for tonight. This feels like the right moment. I select the song within my newly renamed collection:Stalker’s Playlist. I couldn't help myself.
Her once listless gaze expands with wonder as the music plays straight into her ear.
The song is fromHighly Suspect – “My Name is Human.”
She’s reserved… listening tentatively as her breathe steadies; staring blankly toward nothing in particular.
