Dana can mark me as hers, but I’m claiming her right now with my cock. I might not leave any permanent signs on her, but if I’m fucking her right, she’ll feel it for a long time after we’re finished.
Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. I focus on her lips. They’re beautiful and plump. Good for smiling, great for kissing, and even better for blowjobs. I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. She sucks it into her mouth, and her tongue plays around the tip, sensual and sexual.
I love it when she does this. It makes me think about shoving my cock in her mouth, and it reminds me how she manages to mimic what her pussy feels like with her mouth.
For a moment, I want to pull out, get her off the counter and on her knees again, and push my cock into her mouth. But I don’t. That’s how all this started up, and now, her pussy feels too good to stop. Fucking her is pure bliss, and she’s giving me all she’s got.
Which is so much more than I ever hoped for. I caress her cheek with my fingertips, and she opens her eyes. I want her to look at me. Her eyes are a little hazy, but she smiles at me, and I lean forward and kiss her. The sex is amazing. She’s different behind closed doors than out in public, and it makes me feel like she gives me a gift every time. Something secret that no one else can have.
And all of that is fantastic. But I’m just happy to be with her.
Chapter 24
Dana
Keagan’s powerful cock is relentless. He pounds into me with a steady, maddening rhythm. Each stroke coaxes pleasure from me, but somehow, he manages to keep that pleasure from cresting past the point of no return.
The sensations keep building inside me, like a storm that refuses to break. Gathering power and intensity so that when its fury is unleashed, it’ll come with the thunder.
Keagan draws out a side of me that I don’t usually show. Most of the time, I don’t even know it’s there. I’m reckless with him. I’m raw and absolutely myself. The masks I put on for the world fall away, and it’s just me. The real me.
It’s unnerving to be so honest and vulnerable like this with someone, but I can’t help it with him. The way he touches me, kisses me, and fucks me brings out a very real side of me. He tears down my walls and gets to the heart of me.
And I like it. As unsettling as it is, I like being able to do whatever it is I want to do, and feel what I want to feel. Keagan gives me the freedom to be myself without feeling like I’ll be judged for it.
Like right now, for instance. Keagan has my legs pinned open on the counter in his bathroom. His hips force my thighs apart, and he’s pounding his cock into me repeatedly. He alternates between hard and rough, and soft and gentle, but he’s awoken the need inside of me to ride this out until the very end.
I love it when he fucks me like this. It’s like he also leaves the thin veneer of society behind as soon as we’re together behind closed doors. We let loose and become people that no one else is allowed to see.
I can’t think straight anymore. The friction, the sensation, and the constant rhythm of his cock pounding into me overrides my brain, and all I know is that I want more. I want to take this all the way. I want him to make me orgasm again and again, until I’m weak and spent.
Keagan has the same thing on his mind, if the way he’s handling me is any indication. I know that his constant change in pace is not just for my benefit, but for his own, too. It lets him last longer. He doesn’t want it to be over any sooner than I do.
We’re often on the same page when it comes to sex.
His head strokes my G-spot with every thrust, and I cry out without shame. I try to keep it down for his neighbor’s sake, but it’s the middle of the morning, and I don’t think many of them are home.
Daylight falls through the frosted bathroom window, and my body is on full display to Keagan. I don’t care. I want him to look at me. I walked to his room naked for a reason. When he slows down again, I start complaining.
“Don’t stop,” I say in a breathy voice. “Keep fucking me. I love what you’re doing.”
His eyes are hungry, filled with that insatiable desire that I see when he looks at me.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” he says.
He put his arms around my back. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and drawing him deeper into me. He lifts me up, and I cling to his body, balanced on his cock. It moves inside me as he walks to the bedroom.
He lays me on the bed, lifting one knee carefully and then another, so that I’m on my back and he’s on all fours, cock still inside me. He leans down and kisses me. While his lips are melded to mine, he starts moving his hips again and slides his cock in and out of me. He’s large and smooth and skilled at what he's doing.
The change of position and angle makes it that much more intense. I’m hyperaware of his body over mine, and the full feeling of his thickness inside me.
Without warning, Keagan picks up his pace again. This time, it’s not just hard fucking like he did in the bathroom. Primal instinct takes over, and he hammers into me with a natural rhythm that doesn’t need thinking about at all.
He’s hitting me deep, stroking me in all the right places, and I cry out, my moans and screams in rhythm with his thrusting. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to explode. I can feel it building inside me, my core getting hot, my muscles twitching, and the rest of my body going numb.
The bedspread chafes my back as he moves me back and forth on the bed with his body, but I don’t care. The burning need for release, builds inside me like I’m filling up with hot water. Any moment, I’m going to spill over.
Suddenly, I do. The orgasm shatters through me, and I cry out as my body spasms and convulses beneath Keagan. He slows his pace only for a moment. White light drowns everything out, and my mouth is rounded in a wordless scream. For a moment, I don’t breathe, until I gasp and come up for air.
Keagan’s eyes are on my face when I look at him, and he looks thrilled at the show I’ve just put on. He doesn’t wait for me to recover. He picks up his pace again and thrusts into me hard.
My body is tight, now, my pussy sensitive, and it makes his fucking that much more intense. He’s set on making this morning unforgettable, and he’s succeeding. He keeps at it. I think he might come soon, but his pace is relentless, and he keeps at it without slowing down, without wavering, and without coming.
Finally, he stops, and I have a chance to catch my breath. Keagan leans down and kisses me. He moves his mouth to my breasts and sucks on my nipples one after the other before he lies down next to me. He puts his hand on my hips and rolls me over so that I’m lying on my side.
He moves against me, his chest pressing against my back, his legs bent and pressed against mine so that our body are pressed together in one long line. His cock is slick against my lower back.
Keagan moves his hand between my legs from behind, and his fingers find my entrance. He pushes himself against me from behind, and I curl into a ball to create the right angle for him to enter me again.
When he slides in, I let out a breathy moan. He feels bigger and bigger every time we change positions. I think I’m getting more and more sensitive. But I’m not complaining. Whoever said size doesn’t matter was trying to justify something.
Keagan is behind me, spooning me from his hips downward, but my upper body is away from him to give him space to maneuver. He thrusts into me again, and it’s as intense as when I’m on all fours and he’s taking me from behind.
He pushes into me, picking up his pace. I reach for the side of the bed to steady myself and grip the covers. Keagan puts his hand on my shoulder and straightens his arm, holding me in place for him to fuck me. The sensation is purely wild and erotic, and I can feel another orgasm build inside of me. It’s so soon after the other that it takes me by surprise, but Keagan knows how to hit all the right spots, and I should have expected something like this with him.
He brings unexpected things to our love life all the time, always surprising me i
n the best ways.
He fucks me harder and harder, and I’m crying out, letting the sensation flow over me, switching off my rational mind. The sex is overpowering, mind blowing, amazing, and Keagan keeps going.
Warmth spreads through my body. Another orgasm starts building in the pit of my stomach. Keagan seems to know what’s happening. He can read me well. He lets go of my shoulder and pulls me so that my back presses against his chest again. He slows down his pace, and for a short while, it’s soft and sensual, like making love, not fucking.
When he pulls out, I suffer the umpteenth disappointment. Every time he stops, I want him to keep going. The orgasm was building, and I want another release.
But Keagan isn’t about to abandon me. This much is clear when he sits up and lifts me so that I’m lying with my chest on the bed, my head turned, and my ass in the air. My hair is partially over my face, and I feel deliciously exposed. I’m slick between my legs from our sex marathon and throbbing after the constant thrusting.
He pushes his hands between my legs, but he doesn’t insert his fingers. It’s as if he knows that I’m sensitive, and he’s giving me time to recover.
Instead, his fingers find my clit, and he starts circling it slowly. I’m sensitive there, too, but I’m far from telling him to stop.
He uses two fingers and flicks my clit, sliding his fingers up and down my slit on either side of my clit. He works me up to a clitoral orgasm, and I close my eyes. I let the sensation take over.
My body hums with anticipation. I am nervous that it will take long to climax, now that I’ve already come once, but Keagan proves to me that he knows what buttons to push.
The orgasm builds fast, rising inside me like a storm. My body becomes hot, my nerve endings are alive, and my skin is on fire. I’m gasping and moaning, my sounds muffled by my mouth, half-pressed into the bed. I move my ass, wiggle it in the air, and buck my hips, unable to hold still.
When the second orgasm hits me it starts slowly, like a fire being ignited and slowly consuming me. When it’s at full force, it courses through me like an inferno, and I cry out. My body is numb, and if Keagan didn’t hold my hips, keeping me upright, I would collapse on the bed in a quivering heap.
My muscles contract and release, and I feel my pussy where Keagan has been, contracting around nothing now that he’s not inside me. I don’t know if I want him inside m. My body responds to the orgasm with a gush of wetness, but I’m getting increasingly sensitive.
The orgasm lasts longer than the last one, and I focus on what I’m feeling, the contraction of my muscles, everything from my core to my clit throbbing. My knees are weak, and it’s hard to balance myself with my ass in the air, but Keagan has me. He’s holding me up.
I try to look around at him, but I can’t see his face, and lifting myself off the bed seems like too much of an effort. I close my eyes again, content with the knowledge that he’s behind me and that he’s got me.
Chapter 25
Keagan
When she orgasms, I can’t hold back and not fuck her again. Her ass is in the air, her pussy lips are glistening and swollen, and her ass cheeks are so inviting. A cushion to slam my hips against repeatedly. I know she’s had a lot, but she’s as into it as I am.
“Can I fuck you again?” I ask.
I don’t want to push her too far. She makes a sound into the mattress that doesn’t sound like a no, and I don’t wait for her to tell me twice. I plunge my cock into her again and groan at how tight she’s become. Her walls squeeze tightly around my cock now, clamping down as I start sliding in and out again, riding her. She doesn’t hold herself up on her arms. Her back slopes down to where her chest rests on the bed, and I grip her hips to hold her steady.
She moans as I thrust into her. She’s already orgasmed twice, and every time she did, the need within me grew. I need to release. I want to explode, but I want more from her. I want to fuck her in every way that she allows me to.
I ride her harder and harder, nailing her from behind. Her sounds, although husky now, aren’t pained. I concentrate on her, making sure she’s with me on this all the way.
And she is. She pushes her ass back a little, leaning herself into me in encouragement. My balls slap against her pussy, swinging back and forth as I thrust, and my orgasm builds bigger and bigger, a load building up in my balls, waiting to be emptied inside of her. I want to come.
An image flashes in front of me of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock, and I know that it’s what I want. I wanted it earlier. I’m going to have it now.
I slow down my thrusting and finally stop.
When I pull out of her, her body resists, holding onto me. She’s swollen and raw, but she turns her head so I can hear her.
“You’re stopping?” she asks.
I smile.
“Get on your knees, baby,” I say. “On the floor.”
I want to finish in her mouth. I want her hot lips to wrap around my cock, I want her to suck me off, and I want to explode down her throat like before.
She pushes herself up and moves slowly across the bed, stiff. She slides onto the floor and kneels in front of me, looking up at me. Her eyes are hooded, the satisfied look of a woman that’s orgasmed twice, and she looks up at me. She runs a tongue along her bottom lip, and I know she wants to suck me as much as I want her to.
She leans forward and wraps her fingers around the base of my cock. She licks a trail from her fingers along the bottom of my dick to the tip, before she pushes her lips over my head and slides down my cock.
The idea that our mixed sex, her wetness and mine, coats my cock and it’s in her mouth now nearly pushes me over the edge, but I hold it back.
She starts bobbing her head up and down, her mouth sliding farther down with every stroke, and her tongue moves around my shaft. I close my eyes and groan.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” I groan.
She gives the best head I’ve ever had.
She doesn’t stop. In fact, she picks up her pace and slowly slips her hand lower and lower until it’s just her lips on my cock. She pushes me back against her soft palate and down her throat, thrusting a few times before stopping to breathe for a moment. The she carries on. She’s deep throating me again, and I can’t hold back anymore.
Her hands slide down to my balls, and she squeezes at the perfect time. I explode into her mouth, pumping hot come down her throat. She doesn’t pull back, taking my load down her throat, and it’s sexy as hell that she’s swallowing it down.
When the pumping slows, she pulls her head back far enough that she can breathe, her mouth still around the top half of my cock, sucking it like it’s a straw. She milks every bit of come out of me, and I shudder. The tip of my cock is sensitive now, and I jerk when she runs her tongue over me.
She looks up at me, those big blue eyes asking if it was good. I nod and roll my eyes back in my head.
It was better than good.
She pulls back, and I slip out of her mouth, already softening. I crawl onto the bed and collapse, drained of all my energy now that I’ve orgasmed. I take a deep breath and blow it out in a shudder, trying to regain my energy and trying to catch my breath.
Dana crawls onto the bed next to me, and she lays down, facing me. I pull her against me as close as I can get her without it being uncomfortable and close my eyes.
I need a moment to recover from what was easily the best sex of my life. I close my eyes, and for a moment, I doze off.
When I open my eyes again, Dana is looking at me. She’s beautiful. Her hair frames her face, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright. She smiles.
“You’re going to be late for work.”
I forgot about work. “Shit,” I say and get up.
I start pulling my clothes on. The shirt was on the floor in a pile, and it’s wrinkled now. I reach into my closet for another one. When I turn to Dana, she’s sitting on the bed, her knees hugged to her chest, watching me.
“You don’t mind if I just run?” I ask. I don’t just want to love her and leave her.
She shakes her head and smiles. “It’s fine. It’s my fault you’re late.” But the satisfied grin on her face tells me she’s definitely not sorry about it.
Neither am I.
I finish getting dressed in record time and hurry to the bed. I cup her cheek and kiss her.
“I’ll call you later,” I say and run for the door.
I’m only two hours late when I finally reach the office. It feels like it should be more after everything Dana and I did. Small blessings. Mason looks at me when I walk into his office to give him the paperwork for another function.
He raises his eyebrows.
“You’re late,” he says.
“How do you know?”
He smiles. “I was looking for you. Was it good?”
I start shaking my head, trying to feign ignorance, but his grin gives away that I can’t hide it.
“How did you know?” I ask. I’m suddenly nervous it’s that obvious.
“I know you well enough. You look like a satisfied man, my friend. Besides that look, you being late and me being the concerned friend that I am, I put it all together.”
He grins at me. I shake my head, my hands on my hips.
“So, I gather the two of you are doing well,” Mason says.
I shrug. I think we are, but the idea of talking to her about what I feel still looms over me.
“We’re good,” I say.
Mason looks like he has more to say, but I don’t let him. I don’t need more lecturing, and I have enough work to catch up on after I spent most of my morning practicing extracurricular activities.
I try to focus on my work, but I can’t get her off my mind. Images of Dana are pinned to my frontal lobe. I see her naked with her ass pointing at me, her breasts in the mirror, her mouth around my cock, her legs wide open. I can still feel her sex around my cock and the echo of her body like a ghost of herself she left behind.
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