Anticipation warred with nervousness as I felt his hand on my back, pressing down lightly to urge me down further.
I followed, bending at the waist.
I felt the lips of my sex part, and I knew his eyes were fastened to me.
I could practically feel the caress of them as he let his gaze trail over my sex.
“I can’t believe you’re giving me this gift,” he rasped, trailing the blunt edge of a finger down over my tailbone, past my anus, to come to a stop at my entrance.
Then, slowly, he eased that finger inside.
And I clenched as a moan escaped from my mouth.
“So wet,” he murmured.
My eyes closed as one finger became two, and then just as quickly two became three.
“I think I’m ready,” I pleaded hopefully.
He didn’t answer with his words. But he did answer it nonetheless.
By lining the head of his thick cock up with my pussy and then slowly sinking inside.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but pain was at the top of that list for sure.
But I didn’t feel it. Not one twinge of it.
The one thing I felt, more than anything, was pure, unadulterated joy.
He was inside of me, and everything in my world felt right.
His hands on my hips. His lips at my ear. His breath playing over my skin.
The way his massive cock filled me up to capacity, and the way my heart seemed to gallop away the moment he was completely inside.
Nothing else mattered.
Not the way my palms dug into the concrete pillar. Not the way my legs started to cramp because of the odd angle. Not the way the air chilled my body.
Nothing.
All that mattered was Keifer.
The way his cock felt as it plunged and retreated inside of me.
My eyes rolled into my head as I straightened up and threw my head back in elation.
Keifer’s finger snaked around my hip, fluttering lightly over my clit, and I started to come.
He didn’t, though. Instead, focusing completely on me, and the orgasm that never quit.
When my head sagged back against his shoulder, and my body seemed to deflate, he started to pound inside of me harder. Quick, short thrusts sent him over the edge in a matter of moments.
He growled as his orgasm tore through him.
I felt his stomach muscles tighten, and his hand that was still covering my mound also tightened, grabbing the flesh between my legs as he slammed into me.
I screamed as a second orgasm tore through me.
It was such a surprise that I didn’t brace for it. Which also meant that my legs gave out, and the only thing holding me up was Keifer’s hand between my legs, his palm still digging into my clit, and the hard length of him grinding inside of me.
He poured his seed into me in hot spurts, and my eyes crossed as each splash bathed my womb in molten fire.
It didn’t burn me, but I felt the extreme heat.
Warming me from the inside out.
Just when I thought I was coming down from that orgasm, my wrists started to burn.
And I meant burn literally.
Crying out, I yanked my arms from around the pole, and stared at them in agony.
Brands encircled my wrists.
Spiral tribal symbols, about an inch and a half thick, on each arm.
“What…how…motherfucker that hurts!” I cried out.
Not even the pleasure of our coupling could take away from the pain of my hands.
And only when I went to grab Keifer’s for support did I realize that he was going through the same thing as I, yet suffering silently.
The branding didn’t last long, and by the time it was finished, it didn’t even hurt.
Yet the memory of the pain was still there, and I didn’t think I would forget that anytime soon.
I also wouldn’t forget the way his cock still filled me.
Nor the way his arms encircled my torso throughout the branding in a show of silent support.
“You okay?” He rumbled softly against my neck.
His whiskered jaw scrubbed softly against my neck, and a shiver tore through my body.
“Yes,” I whispered just as softly.
He hummed, and then withdrew his still hard cock from my pussy.
Come streaked out in his wake, bathing my inner thighs with his essence.
With no other recourse, I bent down and tugged my panties up my legs, grimacing slightly at the wet feeling.
“You know,” I said mildly. “Not that I mind having you come inside of me or anything, I’d just like to have a way to clean it up next time. I still have to be here another four hours.”
He leaned forward, after tucking his cock back inside of his jeans, and gave me a light kiss on the lips, followed by a longer one that had a lot of tongue, and not a little bit of groping.
“I kind of like the idea of me being inside of you for the rest of the day. For my scent to play along your skin while I’m thirty minutes away from you,” he whispered softly against my lips.