But not yet. No, there’s more fun to be had, as there always is with him. Kalxor is insatiable, and he loves to hold back and edge because a grand finale is always better than a shortened ending.
He flips me onto my stomach, hands planted against my butt and back, fingers opening my cheeks. I feel an unusual pressure against my ass, alarming at first, until I feel his tongue smooth out the abrupt pain.
“Need this ass,” he grunts, groans, moans, and gives me everything in between. “Need hole.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
There’s a first time for everything. After what we’ve been through, why not dance with the devil a little?
Could be fun…
“You want to fuck my… ass?” I ask.
My heart rushes as soon as I say the words. It’s so taboo. So wrong, and yet, I fucking want it.
His tongue drives in deep and then moves toward my pussy once more. I take another breath and grind my ass back again.
“Give me hole,” he demands.
“Take me,” I say. “Fuck my asshole. But… go slow. Please, baby.”
He grunts into my ass, and kisses up my spine. “Slow until you beg me to fuck you faster.”
His lips keep moving up my spin. “Harder,” he says.
He keeps moving, cock now dragging against my soaked holes. “Deeper,” he grunts.
Before I know it, his crown is pushing up against my tight spot, a place I never thought would act as an entrance. The most wrong of rights.
It hurts. But that’s half the fun. And once he’s inside, the inevitable pleasure comes rushing through me.
It’s still foreign. Invasive as fuck. But when he’s close to me, his naked, hot body writhing against mine, anything is possible.
It just feels good to know I have someone I can trust. He’ll never let me down, and if things feel too wrong, I can always call it off, and he’ll understand.
I’m not calling this off.
In fact, I’m loving this. Maybe a little too much.
He slips deeper, clutching around my shoulders, bringing me close to him. So close, his balls rock against my clit. There’s so much stimulation, I don’t know what to think.
I don’t know what to feel. Not yet.
He drives back and huffs, breathing down my neck. Kissing hard, he bites and latches onto the skin.
And that’s when I let go.
He is an experience I can’t come down from. He brings me up so high, I can’t find a low. I’m lost in the rhythm of his fuck.
All that good suddenly feels perfect.
I drop my hand between my legs, two fingers rolling over my clit, often driving those fingers inside my pussy toward my g-spot. I can’t keep my eyes open, and it takes all of me not to explode.
I drive my ass back, satisfied with his hard fuck. So satisfied with every bit of him I can’t hold back my celebration.
My mind races. I think of every nasty thing he could do to me. I feel it all, praying this will never end.
And it won’t. Not when our love is so strong. But there’s no denying it. I’m about to come.