he pinches my nipple between his fingers. His other hand drops lower and lower down my stomach until he’s spreading my folds and running his digits through my wetness.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me, Vicious,” he purrs in my ear, and I moan in agreement, rolling my hips against the hand, while also teasing the erection pressed against my ass.
The meadow around me starts to blur, the images growing fuzzier and less sharp, as though we’re surrounded by a watercolor of blue skies, tall grass, and flowers, instead of a real place. I watch as colors bleed into one another, melting and mixing, just like the desire pooling between my legs that’s coating Tyran’s fingers.
He pulls me back tight against his chest, one breast held firmly in his grip, while he slips two fingers inside of me. I rest my head on his shoulder, reveling in the way he plays my body. Fingers slip in and out of me, the palm of his hand rhythmically pressing against my clit, and Tyran’s needy pants in my ear have me on the cusp of exploding.
I moan and mewl as he licks up my neck and starts murmuring dark and dirty things that make me even more wanton and wet. “You ready for me to fuck this pussy, my mate?” he asks, his voice deep and husky, riding the edge of his own hunger and need. “Want me to bend you over and bury myself deep inside? Or maybe I should flip you and let you choke on my cock while I mouth fuck your cunt until you squirt all over me.”
Slick with my ardor and want, his fingers pull out and skim back between the cheeks of my ass. Tyran groans as he spreads my wetness there, circling my asshole slowly while he pinches my other nipple between his fingers and sucks on my shoulder.
“Are you ready for me to take you here, Vicious?” he rasps, pressing ever so slightly and making me whimper with need. He applies pressure but doesn’t push past the ring of muscles fighting against the press of his finger. “Should I get you ready?” His hand drops from my breast and moves down to circle my clit instead.
I grab onto his neck from behind and arch, giving him all the access I can as one hand rubs my clit and the other steals more from my wet folds and redirects the liquid desire back to my ass. I’ve never been played with there, but the way Tyran is softly pushing and teasing, circling and lubricating, it’s a whole new flood of sensations that I can’t seem to get enough of.
“Tyran.” His fingers start to move faster around my clit. “Tyran, please,” I plead, my body on the cusp of an intense orgasm but still desperate for more.
“Bend over for me, Seneca,” he orders, his gruff tone dripping with power and avidity.
Eagerly, I press forward just as Tyran lines up the tip of his cock with my pussy. I can already feel my inner walls starting to tighten as I approach the crest of the orgasm still building in me, and I groan at how good he’s going to feel…
He thrusts into me deeply, and I shatter as I’m rocked by the explosive release that yanks me from the watercolor dream world. Instead of a melting meadow, I wake up to find my fists gripping bed sheets, my face pressed against a pillow, and Tyran’s hands holding my hips as he fucks into me hard from behind. Every thrust shoves my whole body forward toward the tan leather headboard, his dominant control of my body lighting me up with pleasure.
I cry out at how good he feels, shoving my body back against him as he pistons in deeper and faster. I thought my dream was good, but knowing it was real is so much better. Pushing up onto my hands and knees, my mate adjusts to the new angle and fucks me savagely into the arms of another orgasm.
Shouting through my second release, I meet him thrust for thrust as he pounds into me, deep and punishing, and exactly what I need. He slaps my ass, eliciting a yelp as the sting pushes everything to that line of pleasure and pain that I know we’ll start to edge around just as soon as his knot embeds in my pussy.
I drop my chest to the bed, ass still in the air, and beg for more. “Harder,” I snap, challenge