Submitting, she went down. He kept his hand at the back of her head and brought her forward. Her face nuzzled into his crotch, and he rubbed his hard cock into her. He put both hands on her head, steadying her against it.
“Take me out,” he said, and let her back, giving her a little room to work and him room to watch.
She unbuttoned and opened his fly. He sprang out, hard and thrusting, and she had to work the waistband of his boxers away to free him.
He brought her back, nuzzling her now against his bare cock. He could have come just like that, spurting into her face.
“Suck me.”
Pushing him closer to heaven, she wrapped her hands around his shaft, one above the other. The throbbing head of his cock sat there, exposed, above the thumb and forefinger of her upper fist.
Slowly, like she knew exactly how hot it was to watch, she slipped her tongue out and circled him. He drew in a sharp breath and arched back, raising his gaze to the ceiling for a short minute, his eyes practically rolling back. But he couldn’t resist the view and leaned forward again.
She used her lips and her tongue, and then took him in…into the hot, moist heaven of her mouth. She sucked hard, then alternated those strong pulls with soothing strokes of her tongue.
Unable to resist, he started rutting into her. “All of me,” he urged. “Swallow me down like I saw you do for Jack.”
She looked up at him briefly then went back to work. “I love this,” she said, stroking his whole length, wetting him. “I love your cock. How big you are.” She slid her tongue down the shaft then back up, causing him to jerk. “How hard.”
Pressing against his grip on her head, she moved back far enough to take the full thrust of his cock. She held him at the base with one fist and gently grasped his balls with the other. Then she put her mouth to him and took him in.
Fuck. He just about exploded right then, watching nearly the whole length of him spear into her. Her lips were wet and slid tightly along him until he reached the back of her throat. He paused, savoring it while she sucked and stroked with her tongue. She flicked at his balls and caressed that smooth, sensitive skin behind them.
Breathing harshly, digging deep to hold back a quick, hard come, he took a good grip on her head. Then, watching intently, he went deeper, down her throat.
It was insanely hot, and the tight clasp of her throat was his undoing. He took a couple long strokes, and then he had to pull back. He started pumping her, quick thrusts just into her mouth. She started humming in pleasure, knowing how close he was. She used her fist on him, sliding up and down his length, finding his every sensitive nerve.
He held her hard as he used her, beginning to spurt into her after just a minute of it. She kept that suction up, moaning, taking his cum like it was a feast.
He growled and nearly fell to his knees with the strength of his orgasm. He’d waited so long for it, his cum tore through his shaft and filled her mouth like it was endless, spurt after spurt.
Finally he reached that spent, overstimulated moment and pulled back. He was bent over her and leaned in, bringing her up to meet his mouth. He kissed her, foraging in her mouth, even as he was still panting with the force of his climax. He lifted enough to look at her.
She was breathing harshly, too, like she’d been with him on that wild come. He gazed at her, her hot, open mouth, those sweet, skilled lips, and her blazing brown eyes. Looking lower, he saw those gorgeous tits rising with each breath and her bare pussy that he knew with a certainty was hot and wet.
Fuck if his cock didn’t start to stir.
He pulled her to her feet by the grip he had on her head.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
* * * *
Daniel had left the bedding open, neatly folded back. Caroline had noticed that as soon as she’d walked into the room with him at her back, stalking like a panther after his prey.
She followed his instructions without pause.
Yes, she’d compliantly, willingly sucked his cock—it wasn’t like she didn’t like it. She’d practically moved to start humping his leg it was such a turn-on to have him in her mouth, to give him that sweet pleasure. To take his cum, that male embodiment of the self, into her.
But he stood now, his gaze moving from her face—sweetly—to her pussy—hotly—and she knew that what was coming next was what she really wanted. As he looked at her—more attention to her pussy now—he stroked his cock. Just that quickly he was rising.
He wanted this, too.
They’d waited a very long time for it. They both needed it—that connection, that primal bonding of a man taking a woman, making them one.
Her breath quivered in anticipation of it, her pussy wept.
The thrill of it, the exquisite joy of it, shook him, too. She could see as he readied himself. His breathing was audible, his eyes shimmered.
He stepped closer and put one knee onto the bed. “Caroline.”
She lifted her arms, reaching for him. “Yes, Daniel. Please.”
He came onto the bed between her legs, pressed his cock into her opening, and sank all the way in.
“Ohh.” It was breathtakingly, unbelievably good to have him filling her.
He leaned over her close and touched her face. Gently he thumbed away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes.
He kept his weight on his elbows, clasping her head with both hands, staring into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her gently then lifted to gaze at her again.
All that time he was there, inside her, penetrating, owning. Claiming her as his own.
“Darling Caroline,” he said. “How I love you.”
“Daniel.” She sniffed a little, overcome. “I love you, too.”
Watching her carefully, he pulled out, slowly, and pushed back in, once. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she said, trembling with the power of that one stroke.
“I’m in your cunt,” he added. “I’m fucking you.”
Yes. Yes, he was, and it felt exquisitely good. She moaned, unable to still a sinuous tremor that went through her.
“You like it.”
“Yes.” Love it.
“You want me to fuck you hard.”
“Yes.” He had her so full, stretched so much. She could feel the throbbing of his cock deep inside her. “Yes.” She wanted, needed a good, hard fuck. From him, her third lover.
Still watching her, he reached back for her thigh and pulled her one leg up and around his back. It opened her more and he sank in, deeper. Then he put his hand on her breast.
He grasped the whole mound of it, rubbing with his palm, caressing with his fingers. Slowly, following her reaction, he slid his hand away until he had just her nipple grasped in his fingers. Steadily he squeezed, exerting more and more tension.
She arched in response as excitement fired her pleasure nerves. Somehow, he seemed to grow larger, harder, inside her, and she flexed once, riding his cock.
“Daniel.”
“What is it, baby?” His fingers kept up that torment at her nipple.
“You’re so big, so hard. Inside me.”
“Yes.”
“Please.”
He pinched hard at her nipple, tugging. “What, baby?” He whispered that, a rough breath in her ear.
“Fuck me.”
He pulled back once and shoved in hard.
“More. Daniel. More.”
Three hard thrusts and he paused again.
“Don’t stop. Please, Daniel. Don’t ever stop.”
That seemed to satisfy him. He thrust again, and again, a rapid, hard rhythm that took her fully, each time a driven, complete possession.
He worked his fingers into her hair, extending her neck, arching her back so her breast thrust into his hand and her pelvis flexed to give him every last bit of penetration. He used his mouth—deep, rough kisses then biting, sucking bruises on her neck. He manhandled her breast then inflicted sweet torture on her nipple.
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p; All while keeping up that wild, hard fucking.
They both panted with it, crying out each other’s names, loving words and harsh, blunt commands.
Their bodies labored as they strove for every bit of stimulation, every bit of taking, of giving, of possessing and accepting.
Caroline knew she was crying with it, the hot, over-the-top sex and the incredible emotional, spiritual connection of it. Daniel knew it, saw it, felt it, too. She could see it in his eyes those moments before their orgasms came when he lifted to look at her.
He let go then, arching back, grimacing with the power of it. His body wildly fucked into hers. His breath came in harsh moans and feral, claiming, ecstatic grunts.
It was the same for her. Impossible, destroying waves of orgasm rolled through her. She spasmed, her body rocking to take his last thrusts, seeking that last bit of stimulation.
Daniel gathered her in, surrounding her with the powerful brawn of his body, as he shot his cum into her. He cried out just as she did, overwhelmed, anguished, frenzied.
It went on endlessly, his hot cum splashing into her, his thrusts and her acceptance.
She was still wrapped in him when it finally subsided, his hands still stroking, hers still grasping. His head was tucked next to hers, their breath shared, when he slowly collapsed down onto her.
He was still inside her, still possessing, when they slept.
* * * *
Daniel had ass-fucked women before. There was a certain sort who liked it—the occasional woman who seemed to enjoy that bit of exploitation, that bit of dirty ill-use.
In general, it wasn’t a sort of woman he cared for. He found they didn’t really like sex, but used it as a kind of self-punishment. Not a dynamic he really wanted to be a part of.
Like many things with Caro, the thought of ass-fucking her was entirely different. He’d seen Matt thrust his cock into her ass, had seen the fucking glory of it.
With Caro, giving up her ass for a fuck was a symbol. It signified a complete giving over, a total acceptance of her man.
It was a primal display of subjugation, a willing one.
He could see that she’d loved it, had wanted to give Matt that pleasure, had taken pleasure in it herself.
And so, even though, after those two un-fucking-believable orgasms, his cock should be down for the count, he was going to get him some Caroline ass. They’d napped for nearly an hour, so he figured he didn’t have much more time alone with her.
The thought of ass-fucking his Caro had his dick stirring. Apparently, she inspired his body to push beyond its normal, physiologic limits. She was a siren, a fucking cock-whisperer.
He prodded around in her a little to work his erection. A little more then and he got her begrudging attention.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, not even opening her eyes. “Daniel.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” He stroked into her with more intent, teasing her out of sleep. “Baby,” he whispered into her ear. “We’re not done. I want you to roll over.”
She rubbed her face a little, childlike, still not on board.
He cupped her jaw with his hand, turning her to face him. “Caro,” he said, more sternly. She opened her eyes to him. “I want to fuck your ass, baby. I want my hard cock shoving into you, reaming you. Now.”
Her eyes glittered. He finally had her attention, but no follow-through. “Roll the fuck over.”
He pulled out of her and lifted off. Holding his gaze for just another moment, she took a hot breath and turned onto her belly. Daniel grabbed a couple pillows and, nudging her to lift up, stuffed them under her hips. “Spread your legs.”
The willing little cunt did what he said, giving him exactly what he wanted. She was there, her ass in the air like a freaking offering. Her thighs were open, baring her pussy and that tempting little asshole. He crouched between her legs and put his hands on the smooth globes of her ass. He massaged and squeezed, pushing them together and then separating so she was stretched, opening for him, calling to him.
With a growl he leaned up over her, reaching into a cubby in the headboard for some lube. The movement brought his thighs against hers, spreading them more. It also had the length of his cock nestling into the crack of her ass. He left it there, watching himself as he stroked along her, rubbing over her little hole.
She liked even that bit of stimulation. He teased her with it, giving her a few long strokes, while she squirmed a little and hummed out nervous, excited breaths. What a fucking woman.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You want it, don’t you? You want me to have you this way.” He sat back again, getting another good look at this pretty view of her. He reached down and pinched her clit. “Baby? Tell me. Tell me how you want it.”
He pinched harder, tugging a little until she answered.
“Daniel.” Her voice was strained—she wanted this, needed it. “Please. Fuck me.”
“In the ass, right, baby? You want me to fuck you in the ass.” He held back, not touching her until he had her answer.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Ass-fuck me. Please, Daniel. Hard. I want you to have my ass.”
Even better. He grinned. Despite the fucking turn-on of the situation, despite the distraction of that hot cunt open to him, he grinned like a loon. He couldn’t exactly explain it, but having his hot, sweet Caroline begging him for a good ass-fucking, was, like, the freaking high point of his life.
“Yeah.”
Serious now, he went about it. Without otherwise touching her, he took the tube of lube, pressed it into her ass, and shot in a good wad of it.
She groaned, shuddering, shivering. He’d given her a cold shock, but she didn’t object. In fact she writhed a little, beckoning him.
He leaned forward and pressed the hard head of his cock right at that puckered little hole. “Here it is, baby. I’m going to give it to you, give you what you want.”
He pressed slowly into her. He held back a shudder himself. She was so tight he could barely make it through. “Relax, baby. Take it. Let me in.”
She groaned, and he could feel the release, the welcome. He pushed through until he had her, the big head of him right in her sphincter.
She felt that—she squealed a little at the extent of the stretch.
He held there, feeling the little spasms as her body worked to accommodate him, enjoying them, until she relaxed into it. “That’s it, my sweet little cunt. You like that, don’t you?”
She maybe wasn’t entirely convinced. Her breath was still uneven with little squeaks and whimpers. But she wasn’t saying no.
He pushed one long, slow stroke into her.
Fuck. He went in deep and held there, nearly driven over. She was so hot, so tight, a clinching, molten welcome home. Beside himself, he dug in, pushing from his knees, sinking in until he was balls deep. He held there, breathing hard, just barely holding back from that thing he wanted to do.
Which was to lay into her, fuck her hard, until his head exploded with it.
He clenched his teeth against it, leashing the beast that wanted to howl.
“Caro.” He took one more shot at tightening that leash. “This feels—” He couldn’t help it. He took one long, exquisite stroke, out and then back in. “So good. So fucking good.”
Then he let loose. She’d given herself like this, asked for it, offered herself up, and he was damn well going to take advantage. He pulled back and then shoved in again, drawing a rough moan from the woman.
He did it again and again, until he was fucking her hard, thrusting fast and deep.
She was passive about it, breathing harshly, but taking it, giving herself up to it. He loved that, adored the symbolism of it, what it signified.
That she was his. That he could have her, use her, at his will.
That she submitted.
Fuck yes, he loved that. And then, it wasn’t enough. He wanted all that, hungered for it, gloried in it.
But he wanted her pleasure, too. He w
anted her to not just submit, but to submit in hot, needy ecstasy. To love, to crave what he did to her. To give herself, not just her body, but heart, soul, and spirit.
He wouldn’t accept her holding anything back.
He was collapsed on her now, pressing her bodily into the bed, his chest securing her while he flailed into her. Using the last of his control, he reached one hand under her and grasped her clit. He pushed the other between her breasts and the mattress, searching until he found a budded nipple.
He pinched hard, both her clit and her nipple.
She cried out, arching.
He worked her, determined she wouldn’t be passive in this.
And suddenly, he had her where he wanted her. She cried out his name, cried with pleasure, cried. She didn’t just accept his thrusts but met them, sought them, opened herself to them.
That was what he wanted. What. He. Fucking. Wanted.
Their breaths were harsh now, each one a hoarse grunt. They used each other’s names. They cursed. They used rough fuck words.
And then love words, in those last moments. When, indeed, it felt like his head was exploding.
“Love you. Love you. Love you.”
Both of them, intermixed, not separable.
Until they wracked in orgasm, together, beyond anything Daniel could have ever envisioned of corporal pleasure.
She cried and wailed, spasming, convulsing. He came hard, harsh spurts exiting his body as though tearing from his gut. For both of them, it was a long, brutally intense orgasm.
He jerked, even with those last, weak spurts as he emptied.
She moaned until her breath softened into whimpers.
In his last moment of consciousness he lifted off of her, out of her, and fell at her side. Not asleep so much as comatose.
Chapter Thirteen
“They look pretty well fucked out.” That was Jack.
“Yeah.” Matt.
“Think we should just leave them to sleep it off?”
Caroline turned her head to smile at them and waited for it. It was an old joke between them, and they spoke together.
“Naaah.”
One of them patted her foot. “Hey. Pretty baby.” Jack again.
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