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I meet him thrust for thrust, slamming my ass back into him. He groans and I moan. He grunts and I whimper. His hands fist into the flesh of my hips and mine fist into sheets.
My breasts bounce with every slam of his hips against my ass, my nipples grazing the material of thebedding. They're so achingly sensitive, every stroke of the soft duvet cover nearly sends me into a state.
He fucks me raw and hard, long and ruthless, and beautifully brutal.
“Yeah, baby,” he grunts. “Just like that, Kitten. Slam that ass back on me.”
I do. I slide my ass back into him over, and over, and over again. Spreading my legs wider and wider as he seeks to dive deeper. To possess more thoroughly.
“Ahhh,” he groans. “Fuuuuuck.” The unwilling word drags from his lungs, plucking at the chords of my desire. It’s not the word itself that sends me teetering to the edge, but the way he says it. There’s torture and bliss in this word. He might have found a way to claim my soul for his own, but in this moment, I think I have his too.
I clench around him as thick emotion and wanton desire war inside my body for dominance. I’m so close, and I think as his cock jumps inside me that he is too. I angle my ass up higher, and he hisses between his teeth, gripping me harder. The wet sounds of our joining drive us both to the brink of madness. I’m not sure we’ll ever come down from this. Not sure we’ll ever come back.I’m not sure I ever want to come back from this.
It's soooo bloody good.
He echoes my thought. “So good. So good, baby girl.” He praises me and I love it. I love it so much; Iwant to beg for more. I would fall to my knees for this man's dirty praise.
Oh, how he's changed me. How he's morphed me from girl to woman in such a way I'll never go back. Thereisno turning back. Not from this. Not from him.
“More. More,” I whimper.“Harder.”
He obliges, slamming into me so hard the pleasure becomes pain, and the pain becomes pleasure. When his hand comes around my waist, his fingers dipping between my legs. I don't expect what comes next, but what comes next has color exploding behind my eyes.
Thumb and finger find my clit, and he pinches.
I explode. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. Like nothing I will ever experience again.
I don't just orgasm, I become the orgasm.
I scream into the pillow as his dick leaps inside me and hot cum fills me. All of me, but he's not done. Not even as he falls forward, his chest on my back. His big arms surround me. His elbows planted into the bed. He's completely covering me, blanketing me with his body, thrusting inside me pump after pump. Filling me again and again.
I can feel his teeth on my shoulder, his lips on my throat.
He fists my hair in one big hand, pulling my head to the side and dropping his mouth to mine. He fucks my mouth with his tongue like he's fucking my pussy with his dick. I love it. I love him. I love that we canwreck each other, and I love that in the aftermath of the wreckage we come together, all our pieces clicking back into place as we find each other again, together.
He presses me flat into the bed as he impales me with just as much fierce passion as before. I’m not sure how he’s still hard, but he is. I’m not sure how I’ve driven him to this point of madness, but I have. I’d do it again, and as he pushes a knee into the back of mine, opening me to him more, I feel his teeth skate over my lower lip. A thrill races over the length of my spine as he holds me imprisoned on the bed by his big arms, one slipping around my middle to angle my hips up that tiny bit as he thrusts deeper and harder, stroking long and thick inside me.
His breath is hot on my shoulder as he growls, “Don’t know what you do to me, Kitten.”
My heart doesn’t flutter in my chest. It melts. “Do anything for you, Cash,” I say between gasps. “Love you.”
He kisses me deeper, harder, like he’s doing everything he can to taste my soul.
I do everything I can to give it to him.
We shatter again together before he pulls me into his arms on the bed, and as my eyes roam over the room, I remember the new additions to our home.
“Do you think we scarred them?”
“The cats?”
“Yeah.” I angle my head to look up at him when he looks down at me.
One dark brow is cocked high. “They look scarred to you?”
I look back to the cats, who are snuggled together on theCadillacof cat trees, looking anything but scarred. “Point taken.” I yawn tiredly as I snuggle deeper into his chest, and Cash wraps me up in blankets, held together in his arms.
I fall into what can only be described as an after-sex coma.
