Page 52 of Dark Soul

“Please.” She was so close she could almost touch the orgasm, her belly, her fingers, her toes, tingling.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and deep, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.

“Please … don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop, baby.” Then he went back to business. And her pleasure rose, and rose, and it was like being in a roller coaster, the anticipation thick and sweet in her mouth, until she finally came in a rush of pleasure deeper than anything she’d ever experienced before.

She cried out, and it was as if all the tension she’d been feeling was suddenly released.

Dark seemed to know exactly what she needed as he moved up to hold her in his arms, and she didn’t know what this was, but she knew she’d never felt so safe and sated before.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“Give me a second to recover,” she said, smiling, “and we can do it again.”

In the end, it took a lot more than a second, but slowly, ever so slowly, she became aware of his thick length lying against her leg.

“Is that for me?” she asked, her hand reaching out to touch him.

“All for you, baby,” and he looked so serious, almost like he was in pain. Which he probably was, if he’d been hard all this time.

“Come here,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know if I can come again,” she said honestly, “but I’ll enjoy trying, anyway.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement. He quickly split open the foil wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom roughly over his thick cock.

Maybe I should have bought the extra-large.

“How do you want me?” he asked, suddenly looking strangely hesitant.

“Inside me,” she smiled, pulling him in against her. Tonight, with Dark, she wanted—needed—to feel his hard, solid weight on her. His fingers opened her up, readying her for his cock.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said.

She was. And though she’d only just come, already she wanted him so bad. His cock, his attention ... she wanted all of him.

And it was selfish, this wanting, but she hadn't been selfish in so long, and she was tired of denying herself.

His fingers left her, and she was empty for an instant before he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. His eyes were on her face as he pushed forward, and he was so large, and it’d been so long for her, it was almost uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, Alexia?” he asked, stilling inside her.

Deep inside her.

She gripped his shoulders and willed him to keep going. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He didn’t stop, but began moving his hips in shallow thrusts.

“Relax. You’re so tight, baby. Let me in.”

And slowly, so slowly, she found herself relaxing, taking more and more of him—and he was so big and so thick—until he was in to the hilt.

Dark stopped moving. His lips found her forehead and kissed her gently.

“Give me a second,” he said, his voice shaking. “I’m about to come.”