I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
I gripped the blanket and tried to hang on. All of my strength was consumed by this orgasm. It felt like it was sucking everything out of me and throwing it back at the same time. Between the explosion happening inside me and his powerful strokes slapping against my skin, I completely lost myself.
There was an eruption in my clit, a bursting euphoria in my ass. Then came the tingles. Everywhere. To the point where I wasn’t sure they would ever stop, ever lighten. Garin pumped me through the peak and slowed during my final shudders, and the numbness gradually started to leave my body.
“I need your fucking mouth.”
I was suddenly on my back again, and Garin was kneeling between my legs, his fingers rubbing circles over my clit. He was no longer inside me, and my body missed him. Clenched for him. Begged for him.
I looked between my thighs and saw his dick. It was so hard, pointing straight at me, my slickness shining from his skin. The capabilities of that organ were endless, the places it could bring me, the sensations it could make me feel.
“You want more of it?” The slight grin on his face told me he saw what I was staring at.
“Yes.”
“Give me that mouth then.”
I leaned up and met him halfway, his lips pounding into mine, his tongue swiveling through my opening. As he gripped my face, I smelled myself on his fingers. My scent was like a marking. Whether we stayed in this prison or we were eventually released, I didn’t want any other scent on him. I wanted my pussy to be the only one he was ever inside of, my ass to be the last one that milked him.
“Garin,” I moaned.
He inched closer, his hand rubbing my clit again, while he pressed the tip of his dick against me. “I’m not done with this yet.”
This wasn’t my pussy.
Before I was able to take a breath, his crown was back in my ass, thrusting his full length straight into it. I didn’t think my body would respond so quickly, but the intense strokes and the rubbing on my clit was all I needed. So was his face—that gorgeous, hairy, deliciously handsome face that gazed at me as though he couldn’t get enough of me.
“That didn’t take long.”
He knew my body. He always knew.
“I can’t stop it,” I said.
“I don’t want you to stop, but I want you closer.” His hands moved to my lower back, and he lifted me until I was straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Hold on to me, Kyle.”
“I am.”
“No. I need you to really hold on to me. I’m about to pound the fuck out of you.”
I locked my hands together.
“I can’t promise this isn’t going to hurt.”
“Hurt me then.”
I stayed on my knees, several inches above his waist, the tip of him barely inside me, and I waited for whatever beating he was about to give.
He held my hips and slowly brought me down to the base and back up to the crown. “I’ve been inside you all this time, and you’re still so fucking tight.”
As he drove into me, his short coarse hairs rubbed against my clit, and I cried out. The friction caused a burn, and the burn caused the most intense tingling.
He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth and growled. “You keep giving me those sounds, and I’m going to come.”
“It feels…so good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
He lifted me in the air and walked us over to the sink, spreading my legs across the chilly bowl, pressing my back against the rough concrete. With the sink holding my weight, keeping me at waist height, Garin no longer had to carry me. He could stand in front of me and use all his power to fuck me. And that was just what he did, rubbing my clit and stroking my ass with more intensity than he had before.
“You’re clenching my cock like you’re going to come.”
The sink was too slippery to hold on to, so I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and yanked on his hair. “It’s what you do to me.” I pressed my lips on his, our connection helping me build. “I can’t…hold it off for much longer.”
He stuck a finger inside my pussy. The probing matched the speed in which his hips thrust into me. “So fucking wet, and…mmm, you’re tightening even more.”
“Come with