Page 29 of Equilibrium
His dick was beautiful, if there ever was such a thing. The two studs on its head, the reverse Prince Albert, made me swallow harder. He smirked seeing where my eyes went and came closer.
“Did it hurt?” I asked him as he kept his ministrations, the sweat gathering on his forehead.
“A little bit, but it was worth it.” I bet it fucking was. “Are you ready, Persephone?”
I was fucking born ready. But I didn’t manage to tell him that, because he picked me up like I weighed nothing, and entered me swiftly, knocking the breath out of me.
I was full. So fucking full. His dick kept stretching me even as he stood still.
“Holy motherfucking...” I had no words. No words, but as he started moving, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. As he hit that little spot inside that made me quiver, I held on to his shoulders.
What started slow, quickly turned into an animalistic fucking, the only sounds in the room the slapping of our skin together, and the grunts and moans from us.
“You feel so good,” he muttered in my neck as he held close, while pounding into me. “So fucking good, I never want this to stop.”
I couldn’t speak, I could only feel.
Him.
Me.
Us.
My back was going to be purple tomorrow from the force with which he was driving into me, but I didn’t fucking care. This felt like everything I ever wanted.
This crazy man, this was what made me feel free.
He pinched my clit with one hand, while the other one sneaked behind my neck, into my hair. The painful pull of his hand and I showed my neck to him. He bit in, kissed, tasted me, and repeated it on the other side.
Sucking, kissing, all the while he kept pounding into me with relentless pace. And it increased, and it went higher, and fucking higher, until I couldn’t feel anything else but him.
He was everywhere.
Inside, on my skin, in my head. He kept invading my thoughts. His eyes caught mine speaking what words failed to say. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t shake off the burning desire mixing with mine.
I was lost to him, never wanting to be found. As he started pushing faster, going harder, I started falling.
Down.
Down.
Down.
My pussy clenched against him and a scream tore out of my mouth. He groaned, his teeth latching onto my shoulder.
Pain and pleasure.
More, and more and more. Higher, better.
I didn’t know where he started and where I ended. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing in my chest, and as he pulled back, his dick still inside of me, he hugged me to him, and started walking toward the bed.
With every move he made, it sent little rivulets of pleasure through my body. My climax extended with his movements.
He sat down, holding me to him and moved to the pillows. I felt tired, so fucking tired, but instead of moving away, I snuggled closer. His cum was leaking out of me. My hair looked like a destroyed birds’ nest, but I didn’t give a fuck.
This feeling of happiness, or whatever this was, I didn’t want it to end. Tonight, tomorrow, fifty years from now, I wanted him to hold me like this. But as fast as it came, this sated, calm feeling started evaporating and I realized what I’d done.
What we’d done.
