Page 18 of Deluge
I push my jeans and boxers down my legs and step out of them, then move her further up the bed until she’s in the middle.
I yank my shirt over my head and toss it across the room before I crawl onto the bed and hover over her.
“Look at me,” I say to her in a tone I don’t recognize.
Her eyes snap open as she looks into my eyes, and in a weird way, it feels like… recognition. But I know it can’t be, so I brush it off.
I lean down and press my lips gently against hers as I lower my body against hers, my hands searching under her top. When I grip her bra, I pull her small tits free, then move my hands back out to pull her shirt down. I’ll fuck her half-clothed if that helps her feel more at ease, but I want to see them bouncing with each violent thrust I plan on giving her.
I reach down and grab my cock, place the head against her opening and look at her.
“Camille, watch me,” I tell her again when I see that her eyes are closed tightly.
She nods, takes a deep breath and opens them, locking them on mine, and I shove myself into her.
She lets out a strangled gasp as I begin to thrust my hips. Gently at first because I want her to get used to how I feel inside her. I want her to remember what my cock feels above all others, and I want her to take that memory to her fucking grave.
Once I’ve had enough of nice and gentle, I place a hand on either side of her head and begin to thrust a little faster. Her tits begin to bounce wildly the harder and faster I fuck her.
Her gasps turn into moans as the sound of my balls violently slapping against her ass fills the air. It’s a fucking sonata that we’re composing for each other, and I’m becoming drunk on it.
I push myself up on the palms of my hands so I can watch her expressions as they change.
From passion to pain.
From agony to euphoria.
Everything I ever wanted and never knew I needed is right here beneath me, being claimed in a way that I know she never will be again.
Camille opens her eyes as her fingernails dig into my forearms, and she fights to sit up. I attempt to push her back down again, but she’s a hell of a lot stronger than she seems.
She shoves me onto my side, then forces me onto my back as she straddles me, my cock firmly in her hand, before she slides her tight hole down over my length, engulfing it in the warmest, wettest hug I’ve ever felt in my fucking life.
She holds me down with her hands as she starts to rock back and forth on top of me, grinding her hips down and squeezing the fucking life out of my cock.
She wants every fucking drop that she can milk out of me, and I’m going to give her what she wants.
I grab hold of her tits and squeeze them tightly as I turn my hands into fists around them.
She yelps in pain, but it only makes her buck wilder, fuck harder, faster, and lose any goddamn inhibitions that she may have been holding onto.
“Faster, Camille,” I gasp out as I can feel my balls start to tighten. Holding her by her tits, I begin to thrust my hips upward, which pitches her forward onto me. But I push her up and hold her at enough of a distance that I can see her face while I keep thrusting into her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I manage to grunt out as my thrusts become a little more uneven. Camille takes the opportunity of my growing weakness to reach down and start viciously rubbing her clit.
She wants to come too.
“Hold on tight, baby girl,” I breathe as I let go of her tits and grip her by the hips. I sit up and thrust up as fast as I can, keeping the pace that I know will make me come. I want to fill her with my fucking seed for no other reason than to know she’s been fully claimed.
“Oh,God,” she breathes as she tries to keep working her clit.
One more round of vicious thrusts, and my mouth hangs slightly open as I release my cum deep into her warm hole.
I fall back onto the bed feeling somewhat fulfilled, but I want to feel her pussy convulse on my cock.
As I try to steady my breathing, Camille goes back to viciously riding me, still rubbing her clit, until I see her shirt suck in when she inhales a deep breath, her head falls back between her shoulders, and she lets out the loudest moan I’ve ever heard in my life.
I gently rub her hips as I revel in the feeling of her pussy working my cock quickly at first until the pulsing sensation slows to a halt.