The discomfort rapidly dissipates, leaving behind a pleasurable sensation that soon turns into pure bliss. How can this feel so good?
“Fuck, Monroe,” Alric murmurs into my hair before swiping it away to run open-mouth kisses over my neck and shoulder. “You feel so fucking good. You’re perfect. Every single inch of you is perfect, and the best part… you’re all mine.”
My eyes flutter close as another orgasm slams into me. It comes suddenly but seems to go on forever. In my mind, I moan, my back arches, and my muscles tighten, but in reality, I’m completely still while my release runs through my body like a silent storm.
Alaric is still fucking my ass when I come down from my high, but his hands are now holding my hips, keeping me in place as his thrusts become erratic and his grunts turn louder.
“Fuck, I’m going to blow a load deep into your tight ass…” With one last violent thrust, he buries his cock in my ass and holds himself there while coating my insides with his cum. His body goes slack on top of mine, and for a second, I panic. He is so heavy it’s hard for me to breathe, and I have no way of letting him know.
Luckily, he shifts his weight and gets off the bed a moment later, letting me breathe easily again. I follow him with my eyes as much as I can, watching him disappear into the bathroom and return with a washcloth in his hand.
He uses the cloth to wipe between my legs. It’s warm, and he is being so gentle that it actually feels good against my still sensitive skin. He takes his time cleaning me up, then throws the washrag into the laundry basket.
When he climbs back into the bed, he sits up with his back against the headboard and lifts me off the mattress. I still can’t move, but he has no trouble maneuvering my body to pull me onto his lap and cradle me against his chest. I know I should be mad at him, furious for violating me like this, but right now, I simply feel content. My body and mind are worn out, but I feel safe and taken care of.
My limbs are heavy and useless, and my eyelids are starting to feel the same way. I want to stay awake and talk to him about all of this, but I’m so tired. I can talk to him tomorrow. With my cheek pressed against Alaric’s firm chest, he strokes my hair, and I let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.