Arson & Ache (Surrender to Them 8) - Page 31

It was a strange feeling as the sting got worse. It hurt, but the pleasure that came after it when he started to rub my pussy and massage my clit was extremely erotic. The sensation was enough to make me burn with a desire for something else—I needed his thick cock inside me. I needed him to take me to the bedroom and put out the fire he had started inside me. It was burning a lot fiercer than the sting that he left on my ass, even if he did start spanking me harder than before. He alternated between a few hard smacks, and the soothing touch between my legs. I felt the pressure starting to build after several rotations—he was going to make me come! I was going to come from being spanked! He sensed it too. He saw the way my body was reacting and didn’t ask if I wanted more or needed him to stop. My moans said everything I needed to say. The fire was raging out of control.

“I’m gonna come!” I threw my head back and started to bounce on his knee.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking paused the impending bliss, but then his finger returned to my pussy. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shook, and my muscles seized as I started to orgasm. He kept his finger moving inside me, thrusting deep enough for me to feel my pussy spasming on his knuckles. The pleasure surged through my veins and I absolute euphoria filled my entire body. I continued to shake for several minutes, and he moved his finger slowly until the spasms were done. My body went limp across his knee and my breathing began to settle down. He pulled his finger free and pulled me up into his arms. His lips were against my neck, teasing my earlobes, and the he crushed my lips beneath his.

“I’m not done.” I reached down and started unfastening his pants as fast as possible. “I need more.”

“You’re going to get it.” He held me in his arms and started to stand.

I unfastened his pants as he carried me towards the bedroom. They were around his ankles and then kicked off once we were in the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and grabbed my thigh. With one quick motion, he rolled me onto my stomach and held my neck against the mattress as he retrieved a condom. He unrolled it on his length and then he was on top, pulling my hips up until my pussy was against the head of his thick cock. I moaned as he entered me, and he entered me fast—so hard that I felt our bodies slam together. I could almost smell the lust on his breath as he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. His fingers tangled around my hair and he started to pull it as his thrusts began to pick up speed. It felt so fucking good. So good that I was ready to come again as soon as he got going.

“Oh god!” I felt my body starting to shake.

“Show me how hot that spanking made you.” He lifted his hand and slapped my ass. “Beg for this orgasm.”

“Please!” I screamed and felt the words ripped from my throat. “Please make me come!”

Kincaid kicked it into the next gear with his thrusts. He hammered my pussy so hard that I could hear the crash when our bodies collided. I was scared that we were going to break a second bed because his was creaking underneath the fury of those thrusts. He kept my hair in his grip and he pulled on it each time he went deep inside me. I didn’t realize how hot it would be to have him take control like that. It felt like a beast had been unleashed on my body—torn straight from the gorgeous firefighter exterior. He must have been holding back the first night we were together. That was the only explanation. It was the primal desires staring back at me several times, but I didn’t realize how fierce they really were. I loved it. If that was the kind of lover he truly was, then I didn’t want him to hold back ever again. I wanted to belong to the beast just like I belonged the man the first night our bodies chased bliss.

“I’m gonna come!” I felt the beginnings of the orgasm seize my body.

“Fuck! You’re gonna make me come too!” He tightened his grip on my hair.

 

; I’m not sure if his throbbing, pulsating cock forced the orgasm out of me, or if my tight, spasming pussy set him off. Perhaps it was a combination of both and we reached that moment of euphoria together. We spun towards oblivion with lust driving us forward. I felt my pussy squeezing his cock and while it made it harder for him to thrust, he didn’t miss a beat. He slammed himself deep again and again as I erupted with pleasure. The pressure had built so fast that I barely had a chance to really feel it before it was released. My muscles constricted, then every single one of them began to quiver. I felt the cum exploding from the head of his cock and it forced the condom to swell inside me like a balloon. He kept his thrusts going as the first orgasm began to fade, and then another one began to build.

“Don’t stop—please don’t stop!” I screamed, louder than the first time, and felt him pull back on my hair.

“I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop!” He growled into my ear and then his thrusts got faster—I wasn’t even sure how that was possible.

He couldn’t be serious. How did he have that much stamina left? He had already blown his load inside me. There was no time to revel in amazement because my body was spiraling towards another orgasm. He made me come so hard that my eyes went dark for a moment and my vision was blurry when it finally returned. He still didn’t miss a beat. His cock hammered my pussy so hard that it felt like I was being driven into the bed—like a nail on a board. The second orgasm was great, but the third one was mind-blowing. I could barely process thoughts. I was just wrapped in bliss, consumed by my desires, and I certainly wasn’t ready to beg him to stop. If he wanted to keep fucking me, then he could give me everything he had. I was enjoying it too much to ask for a reprieve from his lust.

“You belong to me.” He growled into my ear again. “Tell me.”

“I belong to you!” I found the words, somewhere in the depths of my ravaged throat, and forced them across my lips.

He was so fucking dominant—so damn commanding—and it turned me on more than I realized it could. His primal grunts and savage growls made my pussy twinge with excitement. He forced orgasm after orgasm from my soul. I felt them stacking on top of each other, becoming one continuous chain of mesmerizing bliss. My body was so weak that I was limp against the bed. The only reason my face wasn’t buried in it was because he was holding it up. My pussy began to get so sensitive that every thrust made me ache. I realized that if I didn’t ask him to stop, everything was going to go numb. I couldn’t come again. I lost count, but the number of orgasms was approaching the double digits if I hadn’t already passed that mark. I loved his dominance, but I had reached the breaking point. He was just pounding a shell of the woman I was when he took me to bed. I was completely spent.

“Please—please, I can’t take anymore.” I whimpered and felt my soul collapse inside me.

“You’re really going to make me stop when I want to come again?” He pulled back on my hair.

Oh god. How does he have anything left?

I didn’t respond. It was so hard to speak. I had to push past my limit and find one last bit of strength. I wanted him to have the same satisfaction he gave me. If he wanted to come again, then I was going to make him explode. I put my hands on the bed and pushed up. I don’t know where the strength came from, but I found resolve I didn’t know I had. I started to move along with his thrusts, matching their intensity until our bodies were slamming together. I felt his cock start to throb. That was what he needed. He had to feel my enthusiasm and desire to please him. He gave me several dozen hammer-thrusts and our flesh felt like it was seared together. His cock throbbed harder and began to pulsate. I did have one orgasm left, somewhere in the darkest depths of my spirit. It roared to life and my pussy spasmed on his cock. That was enough to send him over the edge. He erupted inside me while I milked the seed from his balls. He released the grip on my hair and I collapsed onto the mattress. I was spent. Nothing could have moved me from that spot. Kincaid fell against me and slid to the side with an arm draped across my naked body.

I can’t move or speak—or anything. I can barely think.

Several hours later

I descended into a dark, dreamless sleep. My body was so exhausted it couldn’t even find the energy to process what happened while I slept. I don’t know how long I was out, but it didn’t feel like true sleep. It was like my body just shut down entirely until I had the energy to open my eyes. When they finally parted, I found Kincaid in the exact same position he was in after our passion reached the explosive conclusion. He was still lying next to me with an arm draped across my back. I watched him sleep for several minutes, simply amazed that I was next to a man as amazing as him. I never expected to have that kind of passion from one man, much less two. His eyes opened, slowly at first, and then they locked on mine. A smile spread across his lips and he brushed a stray hair out of my eyes.

“What came over you?” I slid closer and grinned. “That was amazing.”

“You kind of brought it out of me.” He chuckled slightly. “I usually hold back, especially when the relationship is this new. Not everyone likes to be treated like that—and I don’t enjoy it unless the one I’m with likes it.”

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