This felt so good. I arched into him, my nipples scraped against the roughness of his chest, and I finally flew apart beneath him.
My pussy clamped down around his cock and he groaned, eliciting an almost primal reaction from me. My entire body trembled, overtaken by the intensity of the pleasure he’d built inside me all day as it finally broke free.
My moan of surprise was soft at first, but it grew louder and louder until I was screaming with unfettered bliss. There was no vow of silence this time. To be honest, I knew from the very start that it wouldn’t be possible.
He didn’t slow down once my orgasm began. If anything, he only fucked me harder, taunted my clit more firmly, and coaxed my pleasure as high as it would go until I felt like my head was in the clouds and I’d never come down. On and on that first orgasm went until I feared that it wouldn’t end.
It was beautiful and addictive and when it finally did begin to fade, I found that I was almost sad that it was over.
But…
His cock was still impossibly hard, and his thrusts weren’t slowing. No longer in the clutches of such a powerful orgasm, my body began to grow sore, my clit sensitive.
“Grayson?” I whimpered.
“I’m not through with you, little girl. I want two more orgasms from you and you’re going to give them to me unless you want to feel my belt across your backside again before I put you to bed,” he growled.
I yelped as he pistoned his hips into me particularly hard. My clit jolted, as though his words had ignited a direct conduit straight to it.
“I’ve never had more than one,” I protested disbelievingly.
“You will tonight,” he warned, and my pussy grasped at his cock tight.
I wanted to brush his words aside as impossible, but then I felt a glimmer of something deep inside my core. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out what it was, and I moaned when it eventually dawned on me.
My body was rising once more. Desire simmered from within me, a perfect mixture of unfathomable need and insatiable passion that refused to quell.
His hips snapped against mine, pushing the thickness of his cock all the way inside me. I could feel every ridge, every hard throbbing vein.
“You will take what I give you, bride,” he whispered, and I arched into him. My movement pressed my scorched backside into the bed, and I gasped as my pussy tightened hard around him. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to take his massive cock inside my bottom hole too.
I shivered hard and that elusive second orgasm roared forward.
His thumb never stopped worrying my clit and I lost myself in everything that he was forcing on me. He’d known I hadn’t wanted his gentleness and that turned me on more than I cared to admit. He used my body roughly and he took every bit of control that I had to give, and I had to do nothing but submit to him completely.
I shook beneath him, my body quaking with every thrust, every hard stroke, and before I could stop it, I came again.
That first orgasm had been blissfully wonderful, so very pleasurable and intensely hard that I knew that I would be sated long after this night was over. The second one was far different. This one broke over me with a savage violence, a forceful ecstasy that came with a fierce bite of pain.
I started screaming right from the start and I didn’t stop till it ended.
His fucking grew even rougher, more vigorously hard that my pussy began to burn hot, both with increasing soreness and insatiable pleasure. I writhed beneath him, trying to get away and not wanting to in the same breath. That orgasm broke over me with an intense pain, but as the seconds drew past with vivid agony, it soon gave way to the most mesmerizing pleasure I’d ever felt.
I soared with ecstasy. I moaned until my voice grew hoarse. His fingers moved to the back of my scalp, and he closed his fist around my hair, pulling it hard enough so that a fiery blossom of pain radiated up and down my spine. I pressed myself up against him, gasping for air as I took him inside me, over and over again until that second orgasm eventually faded into sore blissful happiness.
I closed my eyes and focused on drawing the heated air in and out of my lungs. It was difficult. My heartbeat quaked within me fa
st, frantic and needy. My body continued to tremble with powerful aftershocks, evidence of just how incredible those two orgasms had been.
“One more, my pretty bride. For this last one, you will wait until I give you permission to have it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” I panted, curling myself around him. His hard cock was still inside me as I lay beneath him, exhausted and sated. He still wasn’t done with me and there was a small quiver of fear deep inside my core that he could long outlast me.
His thrusts grew slower, deeper, and each one felt like a declaration of his ownership over my body.
“I can’t,” I breathed.
“You can and you will, little girl. You will come one more time for me,” he said sternly, and my core twisted hard as if it was answering to him and him alone. “I’m going to enjoy this sweet little pussy until I’ve had my fill and I plan on taking my time with it.”