His cock stretches the tight, defiant rim, sliding through the muscle, forcing my pelvis harder into the pillow. “This is my little arse. My sweet, supple body. I will never hurt it—Christ, you feel good,” he groans as he continues to penetrate me.
My head spins.
My arousal coats the pillow.
I clench to his choppy breaths.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “I want you like this. Laying over my ottoman when I get home. Humping your pillow. Panting. Wanting for my cock to fill your arsehole.”
I am riveted to the way this large man takes my body, each inch of his thick erection disappearing within me. I open my mouth to gasp, my tongue flat to the bottom of my jaw, seeking air. I take him. It’s all I can do.
My pussy spasms.
As he impales me, he lowers himself to his elbows, and the change of position sends a forewarning thrill of sensation through my backside. There is more.
It screams there is more.
The hand that was playing with my arse before grips the cushioning of the ottoman, squeezing, while his other hand wraps around my jaw and mouth. “Suck on my fingers like a good girl, little deer.”
Dipping his index finger and his forefinger between my lips, he soothes me. I suck them as he starts to fuck me.
Fuck… me…
My pulse is like a perpetual cymbal between my temples. Eyes glued to the prowess of his movements. To his muscles as they contract and tense, his body rolling in a controlled, effortless wave, down to sink inside me and up to draw out. I am so overwhelmed—
By the sight of him using my body.
The sound of his near-violent groans.
The feel of him thrusting through my taut rim, sinking in deep against the contracting, his hard body meeting mine and then lifting again. He is a beautiful machine.
I suck his fingers harder.
“I’m in so deep, sweet girl.” He groans, stilling and panting. “Look how well you did. Look at how lovely your body takes my cock. Such a good girl for me.”
I gaze at his reflection as he thrusts, working his cock in me, using his hips in a rhythm that rubs my pussy on the pillow, a grin that is carnal ticking to a large menacing curve.
Pleasure builds between my thighs, and my orgasm builds to his rocking motion, perfectly timed with his hips, the pillow stimulating my pulsing flesh while his cock presses against my pussy walls.
Somehow, I can feel him in both deep sensual places.
It’s dizzying. Stars burst around my vision. I lose track. Of… Of which sensation is where— My entire pelvis humming with brutal vibrations that play on the cusp of pain, that dance on warning, that flood with euphoria.
I begin to moan.
And I don’t stop.
Wanton, and crazed, and sucking his fingers as though I’m starved for the salty taste of them, I come apart.
He throws his head back as I balance on consciousness, his hips taking on a rougher beat, the coils of veins laced up his arms protruding, his powerful physique tensing and bunching as he comes inside me.
“Madonna Mia.” He freezes. So deep. His forehead meets my neck, his lips press to my spine, and sweat drips from him to my skin. He begins to speak in another language—praise—I can tell he is praising me, but his mind is so wrapped in pleasure he doesn’t realise he’s not speaking in English.
His fingers slide from my lips.
Long moments pass with him pulsing within me, mounted on my back, braced above me so his weight doesn’t crush me. Then he lifts his head.
He collects me into his arms. “I’m so proud of my little deer for taking me so beautifully.” I wrap loose, tried limbs around him. Standing, his cock slides from inside me, and the sensation of being emptied drags a cry from my throat. His cum drips from inside me, forcing a blush to creep up my neck and along my cheeks. It is an uncomfortably sensual sensation that is so very primal.