“You’re broken, but you’re human. The world paints your picture in permanent failure and fear, but I don’t believe it.” He stalls, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I see something more in your canvas of chaos.” Seconds later, he’s crashing into me, his mouth on mine. My knee bends as his callused hand slides up it, resting on my hip. His knee spreads my legs apart, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. The head of his cock skims across my wetness and I suck in a sudden breath, butterflies filling my stomach. It’s going to be painful, like last time. But with him, it’ll be worth it.
Lifting from the bed, he darts to the floor, grabbing his wallet from his jeans. He pulls out a strip of condoms, tearing one off with his teeth. Sheathing one on, he positions himself between my legs again. My hands pull at his back, wanting his body flush with mine.
Dipping his head, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my body arches into him on contact. His wet, warm mouth on my bud causes a wave of pleasure to ripple through my limbs.
“I love your tits,” he mutters, sitting up. “And your ass.” He gives the side of my ass a vicious slap, the burn racing along my skin. The sound echoes in the room, but strangely it doesn’t hurt as much as I’d thought it would.
Fisting his cock, he lowers himself. I suck in a breath, preparing myself.
He positions the head at my opening and I tense, closing my eyes.
“Relax,” he whispers against my lips. “It’s going to feel so damn good, I promise.” My breathing is sporadic, my body trembling. I’m trying to relax, but I just can’t.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing against mine. My eyes open and fixate on his as he pushes the head of his cock into me, and my hands fly to his back. I inhale loudly, my mouth widening as he slowly pushes inside of me, inch by inch. It burns yet feels so good at the same time. His thickness stretches me, the length hitting as deep as possible. My nails dig into the back of his arms as he buries himself to the hilt. I feel full, the pain lessening to the pleasure–barely.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, his words sounding like he’s in pain. He stalls, and my heart stammers.
“What? What’s wrong?” Oh, my God, did the condom break?
His breathing becomes harsh, his forehead lined with tension.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” he confesses. “Your * is so tight it’s fucking choking my cock.” He pulls out, and my back arches as my eyes roll. The head of his dick hitting something just right, I gasp for air.
“I said I’d go slow, but I lied. There’s no way I can go slow when it feels this damn good.”
At that, he grunts, picking up the pace. His back muscles flex and roll beneath my fingers as he thrusts in and out of me.
My hands roam over the cement-like muscle that makes up his back, until I reach the cheeks of his ass. They’re so firm, tensing with every push of his hips.
A tide of familiar warmth envelopes my body, and I curl my toes. My body loosens, and I’m getting lost in the rhythm our bodies are creating together. My hips begin to meet his, riding the wave of euphoria.
“Shit, Jillian,” he groans, our bodies in sync with each other. Greedy hands palm my breast and my left ass cheek, his thrusts becoming more predominant.
I moan in response, my words coming out incoherent and not making any sense. He drives into me harder, and a spark ignites. I moan loudly, and I mean loudly. I crash my mouth down onto his shoulder, trying to stifle the embarrassing sounds leaving my mouth as my body falls into bliss, succumbing to everything Zeek is offering. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my body tenses from the intense orgasm wracking through my every limb.
Zeek groans, his face falling into the crook of my neck as he comes seconds later.
Our sweaty bodies still, loud panting filling the room.
“Shit,” Zeek states, the word breathy. I nod, my body feeling like mush. Slowly, he pulls from me, my body feeling empty and cold at his departure. Goosebumps race up my spine in spite of the sweat dripping from my skin. He rolls over, his hand swiping his hair from his sweaty forehead. I flip onto my chest, resting my head on both of my arms, and glance at him. He’s facing the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.
We lie like that in silence, our bodies and minds exhausted. My eyes droop, and my breathing finally evens out. I’ve never had an orgasm before today. I’ve tried numerous times, yet Zeek gave me two in one day. I think he awoke a sex-craved princess in me... ‘cause I want more.
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