Fuck, it feels too good, I can’t…I can’t fucking—
I scream, my body slams against the wood as my climax tore through me. My eyes roll, my back arch, and my muscles clenches around his cock.
“Fuck yes!” He shouts “Come on my cock!”
It should be the end, I just came, violently, he should come and stop.
Right?
I feel my legs going limp around his waist as my orgasm starts to subside.
“Oh,” He rasps, his tone satisfied but mocking. “I’m not done.”
But Evren doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop, if anything, he drives into me harder, deeper. A dark, ragged groan torn from me as he rides out my waves of pleasure.
His hand on my throat slides down between our two bodies and his thumb rubs my clit.
The pressure, the pounding, the rubbing, all of it is making me see stars. I rake my nails down his pectoral.
“E-Evren! S-Stop! I can’t… fuck!” I moan, my legs shaking. “It’s too m-much!”
He pants, his voice is shredded, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm.
I see him looking down on me, what the hell he is looking at?
“Good girl,” His thumb rubs against my pulse, and uses his other fingers to tilt my head back. “You come when I tell you to come, and you’ll keep coming until I’m painting your cunt with my cum.”
Evren slows down his pace abruptly, turning the brutal thrusts into something slow and agonizing.
I pant, looking at him confused but before I can open my mouth to tell him to wreck me, he rubs harder my clit and resumes his brutal pace.
I’m about to come, I can’t control myself.
He stops abruptly his rhythm and remains at the entrance.
I breath heavily, anger and frustration boils inside me.
“Beg me,” He rasps “Say Please Evren, let me come. Say it.”
I clench my jaw, refusing to say it, to beg.
He thrust once, brutally making me yelp in pain and pleasure.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Fine by me.”
He set a pace of brutal, but slow thrusts, leading to my back grinding against the wood.
One of his hands leaves my hips and cups my breast before dipping and biting down the nipple already hardened before pulling on it and freeing it with a wet pop.
I cry out.
His tongue flicks out and twirls around my nipple before pulling back while never stopping his pace.
I can’t, I can’t take it, I need to come.