Page 42 of Bound By Sin
"Right there?" he asks, a grin pulling at his mouth for the first time all night.
"Oh, my God, it's huge," I groan, almost letting my eyes flutter shut.
"Look at me," he says. "Keep your eyes on me."
I force my eyes open and hold his gaze. He thrusts the bottle upward, holding that angle, as his free hand comes up and his thumb presses against my clit and starts rubbing. I'm rocking on his lap, grinding into the pressure. Never in my life have I let any man use a toy on me, much less a beer bottle to fuck me but I would let him do anything he wants to me.
"Oh, God," I pant, pressing my forehead against his. "I'm so fucking close."
"Then come for me." He picks up the pace with the bottle and presses his thumb harder. "Let me feel it, Zora."
The orgasm tears through me from the inside out. My walls clamp down on the glass in pulsing waves and a scream rips out of my chest. My hips buck against his hand and my thighs lock around his waist. I'm shaking, gripping his shoulders, riding every contraction while he holds the bottle inside me and keeps his thumb moving until the last aftershock fades and I collapse against his chest panting.
Kazimir pulls the bottle out and sets it on the table. His fingers are on me before I've caught my breath, stroking through thewetness between my thighs, keeping me buzzing. I whimper against his shoulder and my hips twitch into his hand.
"Sensitive?" he asks.
"Everything is sensitive right now." I bite his earlobe. "Every part of me is on fire because of you."
He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward and my tits arch into his chest. He dips in the moisture and plays in it, spreading it all over me again, and the whole time I twitch and jolt.
"I need to be inside you," he says against my ear. "Right now."
"Then stop talking and do it."
He pulls his fingers out and pulls me forward by my hips then positions himself at my entrance. I reach down and wrap my hand around him and guide him in, sinking down in one drop that takes every inch. The fullness after the bottle is different, warmer, thicker, alive and pulsing inside me. I feel him slide so deep it makes my toes curl and my breath catch.
"Oh, my God," I breathe, grinding down and feeling him hit bottom. "You're so deep."
"You're still so tight after that bottle," he says, his fingers digging into my hips. "It's hot as fuck, you letting me do that to you." He grins against my mouth as he kisses me and I start panting as he starts pumping.
I brace my hands on the back of the couch behind his head and ride him. His hands grab my hips and pull me down on every stroke, and the angle puts him so deep that every thrust hits the spot inside me that turns my brain off. I roll my hips and clencharound him on the downstroke and he groans and his head falls back.
"You feel incredible," I tell him, my mouth against his ear. "I think about this every night when I'm lying in bed alone."
"Yeah?" His hands tighten on my hips and he drives up to meet me. "What do you think about?"
"About the way you fill me up." I roll my hips and squeeze and he curses under his breath. "About the sounds you make when you're about to finish. About how I can feel you throbbing inside me right before you come."
"Fuck, Zora." His hips snap up hard, driving his cock into my back wall. "You keep talking and I'm not gonna last."
"Good," I grunt, and I ride him harder. His eyes track the place where our bodies meet and his mouth falls open as his stomach muscles clench.
"Jesus," he breathes, his hands sliding from my hips down to my thighs. He uses his thumbs to spread me wider and see more. "You're unreal."
"Watch me," I tell him. "Keep your eyes right here."
"They're staying right here," he says.
It's so hot, the look of lust in his eyes. It almost makes my coil snap right there. He can't get enough of me and I can see it all over his face.
"I can feel you tightening around me," he says, gripping my ass and pulling me down harder. "You're getting close again."
"I'm so close it hurts," I tell him against his mouth.
"Then take it. Come on my cock, Zora."
The second orgasm breaks through me harder than the first. My walls seize around him in violent contractions and a moan rips out of my chest that splinters into a sob. My whole body convulses, and I bury my face in his neck and moan against his skin while moisture gushes between us and coats us both.
