He paused his explicit movements, and we sat in the moment, staring at each other, breathing each other in, and enjoying our connection. The cagey glint that sprang up in Khane’s eyes reflected his intent. Animal was who stared back.
He eased out until the head was at my opening, and all that could be heard was our harsh chorus of inhales and exhales. Then he shoved himself inside me, deep and hard, making me take every inch. It electrified my walls with glorious heat. A heat that was only going to get extinguished by him.
The power behind the strokes that followed had my back banging against the wall, the impacting strikes joined the fierce, powerful lust he drove into me below. Back, neck, and arms, it didn’t matter what I touched, he was getting scratched up as my nails dug into him. I was going to be bruised. He knew it and so did I, but we couldn’t care less. I would enjoy exploring the telling marks of our time later.
“Is this what you want, Desiree?”
“Yes. Yes. Please!” I yelled out. Hard and deep with him was a dream, but after he had discovered that I enjoyed the rough passion he delivered, he didn’t hold back. He allowed me to feel the full force of his unapologetic fucking.
The pounding hurt so good, I rode the sharp edge of pain, and a pleasure so strong it had me panting, screaming, and moaning all at the same time. One of my hands had made its way to his ass, groping him as he drove into me. Each hard thrust was knocking a word off my lips.
“Oh, Khane!” Thrust. “Oh shit!” Harder. “Oh God!” I didn’t even care about breathing anymore. I had been seriously missing out. Each upward thrust drove him in deeper and sent my eyes on a continuous roll to the back of my head. He was an expert at handling me, gripping and tugging in a way that would yank me down to collide with the power of each thrust.
This man set my head so far in the clouds he’d created, that I didn’t even know where I was anymore. The roaring aches of pleasure grew, clawing at my orgasm, dragging it from deep within the pit of my belly, where it met my back and tingled my spine. I was about to cum way too fast.
“Khane. Khane,” I released in a harsh whisper, as if preparing to tell him a secret. One of my calves were striking his tight ass, and he had pinned my other leg to the wall. He had me open so wide I had no choice but to take the body impacting pounding that had him knocking down my back wall. I clawed at his neck and back, attempting to grasp any part of his strong, solid body.
I erupted without warning, my walls constricting and expanding with carnal pleasure. It rumbled in my belly, traveled up my spine, and spread far and wide.
Khane had done it again. He had stroked that part of me that only he knew how to find. I could feel myself flowing like a faucet, raining all over him. The strength of the orgasm sent me into a full body spasm that left me on the verge of passing out.
The hard pounding didn’t cease during my episode. The thumping of our bodies was playing out a drumbeat against the wall and added to the beat of the orgasmic song humming through me. The magic of it was a lasting one, so much so, that another flowing eruption hit before the last one had a chance to dissolve.
Khane came somewhere during the flow of my second orgasm, the intensity of it was expressed in his unmerciful thrust, as his tight grip on my thighs spread my legs wider. He had me splayed out against the wall, his own person portrait that he had created.
“Desiree. Desiree. Desiree.” My name sounded after each body-pounding thrust before he came. The warm flow of his cum made me moan even louder, enjoying the thrill of him flowing inside me, of his heat, spreading and coating my insides.
Without pulling out of me, he carried me to the bed. His length, still hard and hungry, stirred my ravenous lust and coaxed me into believing I needed more, wanted more, craved more.
How was I ever supposed to forget about him when he was buried deep inside every part of me?