Page 144 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

I lifted my arms and threw them around his shoulders, holding him close while he shoved himself deeper into me. Flesh on flesh, full contact, without barriers or shame, we merged into one.

I needed him so badly I wanted to crawl under his skin and live there. I wanted us to become one and remain as one.

I needed him so badly I wanted to crawl under his skin and live there. I wanted us to become one and remain as one.

The heat of his lips on mine seemed unbearable until I inhaled deeply through my nose and pulled him closer still, holding on to him, letting him fuck me and kiss me and own me in all the ways he could. Just for fun. Just for giggles. Just for a night.

My toes curled so hard that my feet were cramped, though it seemed to only make me feel more of Damon inside my body, moving in and out, filling me, stretching me, getting me ready for more.

His muscles were taut with tension, swollen with exertion, and he grunted into my mouth occasionally, ramming himself into me with controlled bursts that rocked the bed under me.

When he lifted his torso high above, my arms dropped to my sides. He lifted my hips and yanked me down, impaling me on his cock with force that took my breath away.

A moan ripped free from deep within my chest, rising, growing louder, cut by sudden moments of silence when I drew a little bit of oxygen into my lungs, fighting to keep breathing while Damon handled me like a sex toy. It was both divine and damning, yet so very liberating.

His body moved in sync with mine, swaying back and forth while his hands held my hips and lifted me up and pushed me down.

His cock reached deeper into me, the tip rubbing against my prostate and making me want to squirm for no reason I could think of. It simply felt right.

Damon pulled himself out for a moment, his dick throbbing, slick with lube, shining and oily. He breathed quickly, then calmed down a little. “Wanna turn around?” he asked.

God, yes, I thought and did as I was told.

I knelt for him, arms wrapping around the pillow, head resting on top of it, lower back curved inward, and ass lifted high for Damon.

My hole burned and tingled from friction and the novelty of the sensations until I felt his cock sliding over it, massaging me for a moment or two before he inserted himself inside me again, sliding deep in one go until I choked on thin air and my muscles tensed, stopping him abruptly.

He continued carefully, fingers digging into the flesh of my waist, holding me firmly while he pounded me stupid. My eyes rolled back in my head, my lips parted, my body surrendered.

I knew I was close long before it happened. It was like driving a hundred miles an hour on a road that led off the edge of a cliff. And I was ready to leap. I was ready to let go of the last shred of control.

Right then, I knew that I was fine with it. I knew because we would do this again. And again. And for as long as we wanted what we could give one another.

Damon growled, breaking down, losing control of himself, and ramming into me harder, his body slapping wetly against mine. His hands crawled roughly up my back and reached for my neck.

He closed his hands around my throat and pulled me back a little until I lifted my torso up for him. He held me there, tugging my back with a tight hold around my neck and jerking his hips toward me, slamming into me, stronger and louder each time.

The slickness of his hands made me realize I was dripping with sweat and seriously overheating, my dick hurting with tension.

Damon’s fingers crawled higher along my neck until they crossed over my chin and reached my lips, sliding inside, smearing the strawberry flavor of the lube over the inside of my mouth as he pushed his fingers inside and held on to me like that.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m close. So fucking close.”

I couldn’t say a thing for a long moment, and then his fingers slipped out of my mouth, and I uttered one word I was desperate for him to hear. “Inside.”

It punched a moan from Damon, and the tension reached its climax like dynamite with a very long and slow fuse.

His entire body tensed. I could feel it in the way he moved, the way he held me. His dick throbbed inside of me. I could imagine the warmth of his cum filling my body, could imagine the sinful delight of his cock reaching deep into me to fill me with every drop of it.

Damon jerked his hips harder, and I let a hand slip between my legs, holding myself, not letting the hand move the way it wanted. As his orgasm thundered through his body, shivers spilling into me, he slowed down, breathing deeply.

He stopped, letting us both catch a breath before he gently pulled his big cock out of me, leaving me lacking something fundamental. Then, I felt it, the hot trickle running down my taint and to my balls, turning me on just enough to make my hand move along my dick without a chance to slow down.

And when I felt his heated breath on my skin and his sinful tongue on my taint, dragging along it, picking up his cum shamelessly, it tipped me over like someone had tossed me over the edge.

I came hard, grunting and moaning for a long few heartbeats as every nerve ending in my body twisted. The bed was splattered with cum after three good strokes that made me lose my mind altogether.

Damon pushed his face hard between my cheeks as my whole body pulsed and glimmered with excitement and satisfaction.