He thrusts and thrusts, and when I’m about to combust again, he’s pinching my clit and my back bows off the bed.
“Three,” I barely whisper, not recognizing my hoarse voice.
My body trembles from head to toe as he drills into me. He’s such a beast when it comes to reclaiming my body. Every time he thought I’d fucked Francis, he’d fuck me after. Punishing me with his cock, his mouth, and his hands.
“Fuck,” he growls, pistoning his hips. I watch his taut skin flex, licking my lips as I see the veins leading to his steely length inside me. He’s huge and so fulfilling.
“Harder,” I complain, trying to thrust up as he goes down. I need the pain. He lets my throat go, trailing his fingers down to my breasts. He pinches my barbell nipple, and I scream.
“Four.” It comes out half hiss, half moan. He’s pulling out of me in the next breath and lowering his face to my abused heat.
“I’m going to keep making you come, Sous. I’m going to own every fucking hole.”
“You talk too much,” I grumble.
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Then you know... you talk too much.”
He bites my clit and then soothes it with his tongue, eliciting a cry that turns into a moan. I shake as he eats me out, his tongue spearing inside me in tandem of his hands gripping my tits like they’re his last hope.
“So fucking delicious, Sous. Are you going to squirt for me? Come on my tongue?”
His hand snakes down, spreading my folds wide as his other finger enters me. He’s gathering my juices before he’s trailing them to my asshole. His finger presses in, and I moan, wanting more. His mouth is between my legs, slurping and sucking my clit while he spears into my ass. I’m a mess of whimpers and near sobs as the sensitivity takes over. I’m about to combust.
He grinds down on my clit, and that’s all it takes before I’m screaming his name and releasing all over his face. I can feel my body squirt, it comes out of me with my heartbeat as its tempo, yet he’s not done with his assault of my clit.
“Five.”
When he finally lets up, he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.
“We should add your cunt to the menu,” he grunts as he works his way into me. “Scratch that, they don’t deserve to taste heaven, and this is all mine.”
“If it’s yours, then why is it not filled with cum?” I challenge, seeing as his face morphs from teasing to desperate. That’s all it takes to get him going again. He takes my wrists, pinning them on the bed, and then he’s jackhammering inside me as I scream his name.
“I don’t hear you counting, Sous,” he husks.
“Six,” I hiss, feeling my body wanting to shut down. He’s definitely not stopping until he hits a number he’s happy with.
“That’s right. Keep counting.” He kisses my sweat-lined forehead before flipping us over so I’m riding him. This is my favorite position. Not just because he’s beneath me, but because he hits higher and makes it pinch with every thrust.
“Want me to claim your cock, husband?”
“Yes,” he grumbles. “But we both know it’s always been yours.”
I bounce up and down on him, proving just that. He groans as I use his abs for leverage, wanting to rise as much as I can before I come down harder. After he’s gripping my thighs as if I’m going to break his balls, I rise off and turn around, taking his cock while my ass is the only thing he’ll see. When I slide down, the noise he makes is almost inhuman.
“Josephine.” It’s a bite. I can feel it as if it’s digging into my flesh, leaving a brash red mark. I slide up and down his rigid length, and it’s not even twenty seconds in that we’re both finding our release.
“Seven,” I whimper, barely pulling myself off him. His seed spills from me, escaping me in strings of white. It’s warm and there’s so much. He never comes this much; this must be a build-up.
“Fuck, Joey,” he murmurs, pulling me to his chest. He holds me, and I rub up on him, nestling, feeling him cocoon me with love and warmth. It’s everything I’ve wanted for months, and now that I’m getting it, it’ll never be enough. I’ll always want more. Always want him. Always want this.
I breathe in deeply, kissing where his heart is nestled beneath his