Smack.
The intensity of the sting made my eyes water. I clutched the sheets as he took me on a painful ride of pleasure.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
My pussy was aching, my virgin hole pulsed to be filled and stretched by his cock. I needed him to stretch me, to own me, and to completely possess me.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
My ass was on fire, but my pussy was dripping for him. I loved it. I wanted him to keep going, but I wanted him to stop.
That had to be painful for him too because of his arm. I tried to turn around to ask him, but he kept me face down as he rubbed my swollen red ass. “So damn pretty. I wish you could see this, baby. So red, my handprint marking you like this.” He dipped his finger below, pushing into my sheath to give my hurting hole attention. “So wet. This for me?”
I nodded.
Smack.
“Use your words, Moon.”
“Yes, Easton. Easton, yes! All yours. All for you. Always has been,” I moaned, arching my back when he pushed a finger inside me. I clamped around him, and my walls sucked him further in. I needed more.
“So tight,” he groaned, laying his cheek on my flaming globes. He inserted another finger next to his index finger, and then right as my orgasm started to build from his finger fucking, he pulled his fingers out, flipped me onto my back, and I watched as he sucked his fingers in his mouth, licking my juices clean.
“I knew you’d be sweet. Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I nodded again.
His eyes narrowed.
Smack.
I cried out when he hit my clit with a delicious force that had my legs shaking, and my orgasm threatening to tumble over.
He did it again.
And again.
And on the last hit, my bundle of nerves exploded, and a body levitating experience washed over me as I came. I became wetter. I felt drugged, high from how good it felt. I was buzzing.
“You are a masterpiece when you orgasm,” he said, then gripped my hand and brought it to his intimidating girth. “Now, be a good girl and come suck my cock. I need to feel your mouth.”
I sat up, hungry for his long, impressive meat. I felt like a sex fiend for wanting his come to fill my belly. I got on my hands and knees and crawled to him, the sheets slick and wet from my orgasm. My nose nudged his heavy swollen sack, and I licked up his ten-inch cock, following the bulging vein pumping it full of blood. I wrapped my mouth around the plum head, engorged and purple.
Easton needed relief.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Your mouth is amazing.” His praise had me sucking more of him down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him in hard until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled off a bit, and the action caused a salty drip of precome to leave his tip, bursting over my tongue.
And now I had a new craving. When I wanted something salty, I knew where to go.
His fingers tangled in the thickness of my curls, and with a rough sting, he yanked me back, causing his cock to pop out of my mouth. A string of spit connected us still, but he shoved me back until my back bounced off the bed.
This was a new side of Easton, the man I had never seen before, and I loved it.
If I wasn’t Easton’s now, I was about to be.
Chapter Sixteen
Easton