Page 148 of Havoc's Innocence
“Hayes,” I groan, my hips undulating of their own free will.
“That’s it. Ride it, siren. I’m going to make you cum until you’re screaming and crying for me to stop.”
He drags his cock that’s dripping pre-cum over my lips. “I’m going to use your mouth, then I’m going to coat your skin in my cum.” He cups my chin, positioning my head as he gazes down at me. “Then I’m going to fuck you bare and bury my cum deep inside that tender and swollen pussy.”
He kicks up the intensity of the vibrations, and I cry out. “Yes. Hayes. Please.”
In answer, he pushes the broad head of his cock into my mouth and starts to do as he promised. I suck and slurp as bestas I can while being destroyed with the pleasure of the saddle, and gag and drool without shame.
Lust, along with pure obsessive devotion and love, stares back at me while I gaze up at him.
After he makes good on his promise of wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me, my pussy is definitely tender and swollen, and my clit is so overstimulated I can hardly breathe.
Hayes looks like he's in pain as he's held his orgasm back this entire time. With a guttural, primal groan, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and spurts his cum all over my skin, making a new wave of euphoric bliss wash over me.
I’m overstimulated, my body confused if it wants more pleasure but not comprehending how it could handle more, and I’m shaking uncontrollably.
As he gently eases me off the saddle and removes the sex toys, I realize that I’m crying. But my tears aren’t because of distress or upset; they’re a release as I come out of the zone he had me in and fully return to the present, overwhelmed by the magnitude of my love for him, and his for me.
He unties my wrists, undresses himself quickly, and then gathers me into his arms, lying us on the bed, taking care of my after care and kissing me. He doesn’t rush me, letting me acclimatize. Once I’m ready, he lies between my legs, hovering above me, notched at my entrance, but not pushing in.
Staring deep into my eyes, he asks, “Are you sure?”
In answer, I wrap my arms around his corded back and my legs around his waist. His breath hisses as he starts to sink inside me, bare.
“Holy fuck,” he rasps.
He’s never been with anyone bare before. My heart, finally, heals and forgives the young, naïve, impulsive version of me, who stupidly gave her firsts to a man who in no way deserved them.
“Only you, Hayes. My heart and soul have only ever belonged to you.”
His face glows with the love he says he can’t find the words to describe. But I don’t need those words because that look, and his soul melding with mine, is everything I need.
“My little dove. My siren. My best friend. My reason for every breath.” He moves slowly in me, making love to me.Worshippingme. “You’re the only one I live for.”
He may claim that he can’t describe the love he feels for me, but I’d say that’s pretty damn perfect.
