What little sense of time and self I had left came apart on his thrusts. I came for the third time, breathless and hoarse, feeling his trim hair grinding on my clit. And he wasn't done fucking me.
He pulled out, flipped me over, holding me by the shoulders. He positioned me on all fours and took me like the mindless, desperate bitch-in-heat I'd become in that moment. Even the beautiful night sky above was nothing.
There was nothing, nothing, nothing except him and I, nothing except this pleasure, nothing except his incredible cock strumming inside me.
“Oh, shit. Shit. Motherfuck! I hope you're close to blowing again for me, babe, 'cause I'm gonna fill this * up,” he panted. “I'm gonna make you remember my dick throbbing inside you all damned day. You want me to come hard, don't you?”
I nodded. He reached up, fisted my hair, and gave it another good shake.
“Really? I can't fucking hear you. Listen, if you're not screaming, I'll just fuck you straight through the next hour. You wanna rest? You better work for it. Make me come by brains out. Beg for my fucking seed.”
That was when my hips took on a life of their own. I clenched him with my aching muscles so hard my vision blurred. I wanted to milk his dick dry. I wanted to make him break.
I wanted him to lose this demonic control he'd had over me from the moment we'd met – if only for a few glorious seconds.
I bucked wild onto his full, pierced length, meeting his thrusts as hard as I could. Of course, it only quickened the latest climax, the explosions that seemed like they'd never stop as long as he was inside me. That little bead sitting on his tip scratched me in places no woman could resist, and I was no exception.
My body tensed and I screamed, pushing my hair into his fingers. He nearly ripped it out when his fist tightened.
“Shit! Fuck!” He took another deep breath and threw his hips forward so hard he impaled me on the bed. “Sabrina!”
Hearing my name on his orgasmic lips did it. I came so hard I nearly tore in two, rocking against his dick, losing my mind as he unloaded pure fire into me. I felt it shoot to my womb, fill me, and then flow out of me, spilling out around us.
So much fire. So much of his essence. So fucking much.
Feeling him let loose satisfied me at a level I could barely comprehend. We rocked and came together for what felt like half the night. When my muscles stopped pulsing and I could finally breathe again, I crashed flat, sliding off his dick and feeling lava leaking out of me, running down my thighs.
“God damn it. Fuck...just fuck, babe.” It took him a full minute to collect his breath. “For a virgin girl, you fuck like you were built for it.”
The bed wobbled one more time as he rolled, falling down next to me hard.
We didn't rest for long.
I curled up against his chest, loving his heat, his closeness. My nerves vibrated, confused and alive with heat and a pleasant sleepiness that wouldn't drag me under until he was ready to let me go.
Before I said anything, Anton pushed his hand between my legs. He found my clit in the slick lubrication we'd both left behind. His fingers pinched it, and then they started to fuck me for the second time, reaching up inside me and stroking me just right.
“Anton, it's too soon,” I whimpered. “I don't think I can –“
“Shut it. We're fucking 'til I'm good and spent. I got at least four more rounds before that happens. So do you, Sabrina. When you realize you can keep coming your brains out if I make you, then we can rest.”
His mouth smothered mine before I could protest. More kisses. More fire.
His fingers quickened, rubbing me faster, deeper, and infinitely right. I pushed my thighs together and bucked against his hand, taken to the precipice. When he abruptly pulled away, my face contorted, reminding me of all the conflicting emotions I still had for this man.
But we weren't in this bed beneath the stars to think. Anton spread my legs apart and mounted me a second later, pushing hard and deep, using his dick where his fingers left off.
I came so fast. It would've been embarrassing if it didn't feel so fucking good.
Clenching around his cock just encouraged him to go full throttle. I gushed and thrashed and came on his pistoning erection, loving the way his heavy balls slapped my ass. Anton fisted my hair and brushed his stubble on my cheek, stamping rampant kisses down my neck, focused on my throat.
He fucked me until I thought I'd faint. The stars seemed to move across the sky above and behind him, swallowing up the bed, the house, and this whole ridiculous situation.
Everything was devoured except me, him, and the beautiful silvery void around us.
My fingernails raked hard down his back. The sensation must've struck a nerve because he started to fuck faster still, riding like an animal in heat.
He pulled out, lifted a leg, and got behind me. His huge tattooed muscle held me down while he entered me from the side. My legs flopped like loose scissor blades as he thrust deeper, guiding that metal stud across my velvet like a precision missile.
Dizzying in his strength. Coarse in his whispers. Brutally masculine.