“Say it again,” he commands me, his lips just inches away from mine.
“Take me,” I say again, my hands going to his lower back and pulling him into me.
“Beg.”
“Please, Liam… I need it. I need it now… Please, fuck me” I say, panting. In a blur of movement, he lets his hand go around my waist and then lower. With his fingers under my right ass cheek, he lifts my leg up and around his waist - then, sitting me down on the table, he goes the distance, his mouth pressed tight against my own. I close my eyes, surrendering to his kiss as the pulsing tip of his cock rests over my wet folds.
He lets go of my neck, his now free hand going down to my waist and keeping me in position as I part my lips and push my tongue inside his mouth, making it dance in circles around his own.
I rest my trembling fingers against his chest and run them down his abs, each ridge and valley making my heart feel tighter inside my chest. This is happening, it really is. I let my hand go lower, and only stop when I find the root of his cock; I curl my fingers around it and, pulling him in with the leg I have around his waist, I force its tip against my pussy. It pulses against my folds, eager to ravage me, and I can’t help but hold my breath.
“You’re mine,” he tells me, pulling back from my kiss. I open my eyes and stare into his, his words echoing inside my head. How did this happen? How did I go from seducing him, to being the one seduced? I have no answers and, in all honesty, I don’t care - I don’t think I would like the answers anyway. But I sure am ecstatic over the consequences.
“I’m yours,’” I find myself repeating, returning his gaze without blinking. These words should be hollow ones, the kind of thing you’d say in the heat of the moment… But the truth is, I really mean them. Somewhere along the way, Liam sunk his hooks in me. “I’m yours, Liam.”
The moment his name rolls off from my tongue, he thrusts. I let out a muffled scream and throw my head back, his shaft straining against my inner walls as it forces its way inside my pussy with one single stroke.
I breathe out deeply, the tortuous wait finally over. As he slides back out, my hands dart to his back and I bury my fingernails in his muscles, urging him to keep moving. That’s exactly what he does: he keeps moving, thrusting his hips and drawing a chain of low moans out of me.
I never felt anything like this - his thickness fills me up completely, stretching me wide and, despite all that, it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite, actually. It feels amazing, as if my pussy had been waiting for someone like Liam all of my life. With each thrust of his the feeling intensifies, my insides getting used to how it feels to accommodate such a massive member.
“It’s so… good,” I say between breaths, pressing my forehead against his.
“It’s about to get better,” he grins, mischievousness in his eyes. With that, he places his other hand under my left ass cheek and lifts me up against him. I react by instinct, placing my hands over his shoulders and lacing him with my legs on his lower back. As he holds me up against his body, I throw my head back and prepare for what’s to come.
There’s no mercy or gentleness in the way he moves. We’re not making love - we’re fucking, and we’re doing it as hard as we can. He bucks his hips at me viciously, his cock going in and out of my pussy at such a pace that my throat grows sore and I give up on moaning. And when I think that he can’t keep that rhythm for much longer, he just goes harder, ramming all of his length inside of me with such force that, even though my throat is already raw, I can’t help but to scream, the gentle night breeze carrying my quivering voice.
Using my arms on his shoulders as leverage, I jump up and down over his cock, trying to match the motion of his body. I give up quickly - there’s no way I can keep up. I just submit to it, resting my head against his shoulder and enjoying the punishment he’s handing out to my body.
“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to say. But I can’t - maybe I’m out of breath, or maybe my brain just can’t focus enough to find the words. I don’t have to worry, though, since he doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon. In fact, he looks like he could keep going forever, his body trapped on an endless loop of pleasure and dominance. And, oh God, how I wish that could be possible.
My pussy tightening around his cock, I come hard, all of me trembling
as if I had a fever. And I might just as well have one, since I’m burning up. I feel my chin quivering as I try to breathe, all my muscles twitching and spasming as pure delight rages through me, flooding both my body and mind. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I never came like this before. I’ve had orgasms before, yes, but what I’m experiencing goes far beyond that. A simple orgasm pales in comparison to what I’m feeling right now.
With a kiss on my forehead, he puts me down, my legs feeling weak the moment my feet touch the floor. But he gives me no time to catch my breath: with his hands on my waist, he makes me turn around and face the table once again. I grab its edge once more, jutting my ass back toward him. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand. Then he does it again. And again. He does it until I’m gritting my teeth, the pain running through my nerves toward my brain - except the moment it gets there it has already been distilled into pleasure.
I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my ass, squeezing my cheeks lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing - one full of promises. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks. The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands off of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my pussy, gently parting my folds.
“I’m going to make you come like you never did before, Cara”, he promises me, not knowing that he has already fulfilled it. Still, I can’t help but wonder at the state I’m going to be in once he’s done with me. Will I be able to stand? To walk? Oh, God, does it even matter?
I open my mouth to speak - maybe something smart or seductive - but all I can do is croak a small “please”. This time he doesn’t make me beg. One of his arms goes around my waist and he presses his forearm over my navel; then he pulls me into him, his shaft straining past my inner lips and lodging itself inside of me as if it had never left.
“Oh, God…” I moan, pushing my hips back against him.
“God isn’t here right now, Cara…” He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “It’s just me.”
He holds his position, his cock deep inside me as he lets his arm fall, his hand running down to between my legs. There, he presses two fingers right above my clitoris, gently pressing down on it; only then does he allow his cock to slide out of me.
He goes back in again, thrusting with all his strength. Soon enough, his cock is flying in and out of me at a breakneck pace, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again.
My eyes are shut, and I’m gritting my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too… good. And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.
“Liam…” I call, his name like honey over my tongue. “Harder,” I ask him, not truly understanding what I’m really saying. I only realize what I told him to do after he pinches my nipple harder, a stab of pain and pleasure hitting me at once. He starts to thrust even harder, and I have to go on tiptoes, my unconscious mind dictating every single one of my movements.
There’s a spark inside of me, one rising from my clit and spreading all over my body. Soon enough that spark will turn into a fire and I’ll burn. I can’t wait for it.
Pressing hard on my clit, he thrusts in, his cock burying itself inside my pussy like it never did. I gasp, my insides clenching as my nerve endings try to process the barrage of sensations he’s unleashing upon me. Slowly, he pulls back out, and then thrusts hard again - he keeps going like that until I can’t bear it any longer, his shaft pushing his way inside of me with the sweetest savagery I have ever felt.