Page 53 of Folds
“Turn over, Auburn, now.” Rowan rasps out the command, his voice low and strained. I love hearing him like this. The raw desire affects me. I’m about to make him come undone.
I do as he says, panting as my ripped skin-tight leggings slide down over my full ass. I feel deliciously exposed as I’m on my hands and knees, spread wide for him across the tabletop. Then he pulls my panties to the side again. Suddenly, my thoughts all focus like a laser between my thighs as his thick cock head presses against me. It’s far too big. He doesn’t try to work his way into me yet, though. With a dizzying amount of precision, he slides his length through my folds, dragging it over my sensitive clit and back to my entrance several times, each time more excruciatingly slow than the last. He groans appreciatively as his cock, which seems to have far too many delicious bumps and ridges, getscovered in my slick and come. I can’t help but push myself toward him every time he pauses at my entrance.
“Please, Rowan.” I’m not above begging. The desire to have him inside of me is overwhelming in the extreme. Finally, he obliges, and I can’t do anything but moan and force myself to relax as he slowly starts to sink into me, methodically feeding me his full length while I writhe beneath him.
He curses softly, “Auburn, fuck.” And lets out a low groan before he continues, “You feel so good, baby. So perfect for me.”
He runs his palm down my spine, causing me to shiver and tighten around him, but he isn’t finished winding me up with his filthy commentary. “Having you like this looks borderline obscene with the way my fat cock is spreading your tight little pussy.” His words drip with pure pleasure, and I hear him hiss in a breath of air as I react to them. Oh, I like that. I like that far too much.
I arch my back and roll my hips, feeling another inch of him enter me. The fullness lights all of my nerve endings on fire. His words echo in my mind, and a stubborn, needy part of me is determined to take every inch, despite what he has to say on the matter. It’s not an easy feat, but I fight to take him one tiny thrust of my hips at a time until I’m trembling and begging him to keep going, not content to stop even when he strokes my hair and tells me I’ve been so good for him.
“Oh fuck Auburn. If you don’t stop that baby girl, I’m going to-” I take more before inching myself forward and then back, fucking myself on his length until he snaps his hips forward and lets out a deep groan. “Breed me, Rowan, give me your heir.” The words tumble out of my mouth, surprising me, and breaking him. He makes a sound that is barely human, far closer to a growl than a groan. I focus on the warmth of his seed flooding into me, and it sends me into a frenzy. I slam my hips back using his come to lube the final few inches and finally seal us together, my head swimming as I’m bombarded with sensations. I expect him to maybe need a minute, but he’s still hard as a rock inside of me.
And I need to make him spill for me again.
I brace myself for Rowan to start thrusting into me, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, buried in me to the hilt, as I tremble with anticipation.
“I need you to fuck me properly, Rowan.” I don’t even sound like myself as I press back into him, desperate to feel him moving inside of me with rough strokes until I’m coming all over his cock.
“I love how you do that.” His low voice is full of reverence.
“What?”
“Top from the bottom.” He pauses for a moment and then runs his hand up my back and around to bracket my throat, forcing himself into me even deeper. “Remember, Auburn, you say the word, and this all stops. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you how I fuck someone who ismine. Do you have a problem with that?”
I shake my head emphatically. “No, I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Good.” He releases my throat and slides back to my ass, palming me with his big hands before gently spanking each cheek. His cock is still inside of me, filling me beyond comfortably full, but he refuses to move and give me that friction I need. I try to roll my hips again to get what I want, but as I do, I’m rewarded with the sting of a hard open palm smack.
As he spanks me, I yelp, but not from pain.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Auburn.” With that, he starts to move in long, deep strokes. I clamp down around him with a moan and buck my hips, trying to provoke another smack. Sure enough, his palm comes down hard in the same spot, his even pace not missing a beat as I arch my back and yelp, this sting even more intense than the first.
Then his body presses down against my back as he angles himself to hilt deeper inside of me, making me cry out. His lips are against my ear, and then his hand settles at the nape of my neck. “Harder!” I gasp out the words, feeling my orgasm so close I could get there from a light breeze. The pressure of him holding me down is too hot to explain.
“Do you enjoy me fucking you rough?” He breathes the question, drawing out and slamming back into me on the last word.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” It’s the understatement of the century, but the English language hasn’t come up with the words to truly express the extent of how I’m feeling right now.
“Good.” His tone is starting to fracture, his breath coming out in ragged pants. “Now be a good girl and tell me if I’m allowed to use all your pretty holes, because I’m about to fuck you like a damned monster, and I don’t want to leave you even remotely unsatisfied.” I feel him tense as if waiting for my reply.
My words come out half moan, half whimper. “Yes, I want you to fill me in every way.” I want everything. Before I can stop myself, I’m opening my mouth to continue. “Rowan?”
“Yes, baby?” He sounds nearly strangled, but he stops himself from moving. I can still feel his cock pulse inside of me.
“I’ve never done more than a plug before,” he inhales sharply, but I keep going, “I want it, but I don’t know if I can… accommodate you.” My voice trails off as he lets out a sound that I can only describe as pure ecstasy.
“I’ll take it slow with your perfect little asshole, okay?” Hearing him say it so bluntly makes my pussy clench yet again. I’m so desperate to feel him completely. Even more frightening. I trust him.
“I want all my little holes to be yours, Rowan.”
“Oh fuck.” He sounds tortured. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up, baby.” He starts by pressing what feels like a cool finger against my unused hole, then it dawns on me that between the hand on my neck and the other digging into my hip, it has to be something else. The realization that Rowan is not bound by the limitations of form has me bucking and rolling my hips into him yet again. “You are a fucking gift, Auburn.”
With that, he stops holding back and starts impaling me with harsh, deep thrusts as he holds me in place. He slams into me over and over, his breath coming in ragged moans every time I clench around him. While he works his cock into me punishingly, true tohis word he’s slow and gentle with the shadow that is readying my asshole. Between the fast, hard strokes that command my pussy and the slow, steady pressure breaching my ass, it doesn’t take long at all for me to topple off the edge, screaming his name as I come yet again.
Soon enough, his strokes become uneven and choppy, and I can feel him swelling inside of me. I know he’s close.
I force my eyes open, not knowing when I closed them, just in time to see darkness taking shape in front of me. Less than a second later, my nipples are being pinched and rolled, and the sheer volume of sensation overwhelming my body has my mind breaking as I get closer and closer to the height of my pleasure, too soon to even fully ride out my last orgasm.
