Branded(56)
I sob as I grind my body faster against him. “Only you. Always you.”
His lips capture mine and my mouth opens to feel his tongue. It swirls around my own, making the connection between us that much more erotic. I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down the inside of my thighs as I rock and churn my hips faster against him and still, he holds his cock steady inside of me, letting me take over and grind against him. The upward angle of my hips and the way the head of his cock continues to bump against that spot so far inside of me drives me out of my mind. My hips are moving fast and erratically and I don’t know how DJ manages to continue to hold himself so deep. Within seconds, my release is barreling down upon me without any warning. My stomach flips in anticipation and my toes curl as I try to slow it down and stop it from happening so soon. I’m not prepared to feel the magnitude of this pleasure that has already stolen the breath from my lungs and made my pussy clench so tightly around him that I can feel each and every ridge and pulse of his cock inside me.
I try to hold myself back, to make this release build and slowly slip out of me like every other orgasm I’ve experienced, but it’s no use with the way the head of his cock pushes and presses against that glorious spot inside of me each time he pulls me into him and grinds himself against my clit. It’s like trying to stop a runaway train from going off the tracks and crashing into a brick wall. I come suddenly and so strongly that I cry out into DJ’s mouth. He sucks on my tongue and clutches my ass harder, holding me against him to ride out my release. The combination of his groin rubbing against my clit and his cock hitting my g-spot prolongs my orgasm past the point of what is normal. I feel pleasure from the inside and it flows out, washing over my pussy in wave after wave of intensity. I claw at his shoulders and back while I buck my hips against him, never wanting this feeling to end.
DJ pulls his mouth away from me, resting his forehead against mine as he moans loudly.
“Fuck, you’re coming so hard. I can’t…fuck! I can’t stop, baby.”
He tries not to move, to make this last as long as he can, but I feel my pussy continue to clench around him and I know it’s driving him crazy.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my body still soaring with the tingles and pleasure of my orgasm as he keeps his movements shallow, barely moving his cock in and out of me. “Fuck me. I need to feel you come.”
He curses, burying his face in the side of my neck as my words push him over the edge. I immediately feel him coming and I wrap my legs around him, using my thigh muscles to hold him deep. His body jerks and shudders against me while his cock pulses as he comes inside of me and I swear to God his come hits that fucking spot this time, forcing another smaller orgasm out of my body. It’s shorter than the first, but no less powerful as it rips through me and I throw my head back, crying out with pleasure.
His hips grind to a halt when he’s spent every drop of himself inside me and his body slumps on top of mine. I relish in the heavy feel of him, the way our chests move together to catch our breaths and the way I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my own. I don’t even care that we didn’t use a condom, I don’t care that I can feel his come dripping out of me, mixing with my own wetness on the inside of my thighs. He’s absolutely right. No one will ever know me like this. No other man will ever make me feel the things DJ does and I want to carry a part of him inside of me forever so that I never forget how I felt in this exact moment – loved, cherished and worth it all.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I get tested every six months working at the hospital.”
DJ finishes tucking his work shirt into his pants and sighs audibly as he watches me nervously dig through my bag for something to wear today. I woke up this morning while he was still sound asleep, cursing myself for passing out completely naked as I quickly found my underwear under the covers and slipped them on, along with the t-shirt of his I discarded on the floor the night before. He could have lifted the covers at any moment and seen the marks on my hips, the euphoria from our love making last night going right out the window.
“You’ve already said that three times this morning. Will you stop trying to freak me out? It’s not going to work,” DJ says with a laugh as he sits down on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on. He got a page from work that woke him up seconds after I’d finished throwing on my clothes from the night before and he’s been scrambling around, trying to get dressed in a hurry. I’d hoped he was too distracted to notice what I was trying to do.