His fingers pushed back up into my *, his thumb hooking onto his cock and pressing it against my clit. I leaned forward, one hand braced next to his head as I drew in a shuddering breath.
“That’s it, baby, you love my cock deep inside you. You need me to fill you.” His eyes were twisted, dark, and so fucking glorious. I was transfixed, and I was hanging on to every word. He was beyond aroused. It seemed it wasn’t just about punishment for him anymore; it was about self-medication and numbing his mind, drowning out his ghosts.
One finger slipped out and back, sliding just inside the entrance, tempting me and sucking me into his world. I wanted to be part of it, be part of his soul. He was my God, and I worshipped him.
“Have you ever had a cock up here?” he asked. I shook my head, my body crying out for him to shove his cock inside me. “Don’t lie to me, slut.”
I shook my head again. “None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me!”
He grinned up at me, licking his lips. “You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a cock shoved up there. Soon.” He pulled his fingers from me, his weeping cock released and landing back down on his stomach. “That is fucking sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”
“Y–yes,” I stammered.
“My cock likes the sound of that, and,” his gaze moved down, “so does your pretty little *.”
I almost cried with joy when he lined up his cock, but screamed out in pleasure when he slammed me down hard as he pushed up, filling me in one swift movement. My hands moved to his chest for support, while his held my hips in a painful grip, almost bone crushing.
“Damn, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me,” he groaned, lifting me up and pulling me back down.
“Deeper,” I moaned.
“Deeper?” He slowed down and kept his cock at my entrance.
“Fucking tease.” I let all my weight relax so he was filling me again.
“Nobody tells me how to do this shit.” He flipped us over, pounding me into the couch. My head rolled back, my eyes fluttering close. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you fucking love it.”
I smirked at him; he was so full of himself in that moment. His heavy hooded eyes watched, transfixed as his cock disappeared into my * with each thrust. His jaw was tight and there was a constant look of furious concentration, as if he was driving his demons out of him with each movement.
He growled. “That is a fucking spectacular view. I could watch it all fucking day.”
I was buzzing, my muscles tightening, signaling I was close. Nathan must’ve felt it as well.
“Come on, slut, come all over my cock. Come!”
I screamed out his name, my nails digging into his arms, back arching as I convulsed around him.
His relentless pounding didn’t let up as I came down, it increased. Curses flew from his mouth, the slapping sound of skin filling the room. His sexy sighs, his tortured look as he stared at his cock pumping into me, and his declarations of, “Fuck, that’s the shit I love,” set me on fire.
I loved watching him, knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams. Me, I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.
His eyes met mine, and there was an emotion I’d never seen emitting from them. It was strong, and overpowering. He leaned down and captured my lips, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck holding me close.
My head couldn’t wrap itself around the enigma that was Nathan Thorne.