Only Pleasure(83)

She was there. That final peak. Lost to the sensations in such a way that there was no pulling back. There was only that final free fall into ecstasy.

Chase dragged himself to his knees, lifting her legs until he had them braced against his chest, his hands holding her rear, lifting her, bringing the little, fluttering opening of her pussy to the head of his dick.

Her entire body was flushed now, her juices thick on her pussy and thighs. She twisted against him, perspiration rolling from both of them as her expression became more dazed, more desperate. Her nipples were rock hard, pointed.

Spreading her legs he eased forward and licked at her nipples, careful to keep his cock pressed just at her opening, no closer. She writhed against the pressure, trying to force him inside her.

"I'm going to fuck you, Kia," he groaned. "So deep and hard it destroys both of us." He eased back, his gaze going to the center of her body, to the folds of sweet flesh parted for his cock.

"Easy first." He pressed against her. "I'm going to work inside you slow and easy, baby. Do you like that? You like feeling me stretch you, feeling my dick burn inside that little pussy, don't you?"

She was so tight, so hot around the head of his cock that he swore he couldn't hold back another second.

"There, baby, milk my cock, just like that."

She was flexing around him, drawing him inside her, tightening as he felt the vibration of the butt plug through the thin tissue separating it from his cock.

Hell, he was going to come. He couldn't handle it much longer, and he knew she couldn't either.

He worked his erection into her, penetrating her with the same slow, easy strokes he had used in her ass earlier. It took too long. His head fell back against his neck as he cursed, prayed, as he fought back the cum boiling in his balls until he was buried fully inside her.

Fully.

Her pussy rippled around his cock, flexed and milked it as the blood pounded through his body.

He eased his hand along her thigh, gripped the control to the plug and raised the vibration.

She screamed, bucked against him, and drove his erection deeper inside her as she nearly came. Almost. So fucking close. So close he could taste rapture.

He gave her time to level, for the pleasure to peak without orgasm and then began the slow, easy strokes inside that pushed her higher.

Her eyes were open, but unseeing. She was in a place no man could join her, a place few men could take her to. The complete searing intimacy, the knowledge that he held her in the palm of his hand right now, burned into his brain.

Completely vulnerable, she was completely open to him. She would agree to anything here, believe anything he told her. At this point, her heart, her soul, her mind belonged to him.

"Be mine," he whispered, knowing she was his already. The moment she reached this plateau, he had known, Kia belonged to him.

"Do we finish this, Kia?" He kept his voice soft, soothing, a rough croon. "Do we finish this, sweetheart?"

"Finish me," she sobbed, dazed, her voice thick and driven. "Now. Now, Chase. Please."

Barely coherent, the sobs tightened his balls to agonizing need. He drew in a hard breath, closed his eyes, and gave himself a second. Just a second to maintain control. When he opened them, he knew she was there. Ready to peak, to lose, for a few precious seconds, the last hold on reality once her orgasm exploded inside her.

He eased back, feeling her clench around his retreating cock until only the thick crest remained. He paused again, feeling the tension ratchet, feeling it drive inside him like a spike of pure ecstatic hunger.

He gripped her hips, his thighs bunching, then impaled her in one long, hard thrust.

She screamed, arched. Her stomach rippled, shudders began to tear through her muscles.

He paused. A second. Two.

"Mine," he whispered. "Fucking mine. Mine, Kia. You'll always be mine."

He was barely aware of the words, lost in his own pleasure now. One hand moved between her thighs, the other clung to her hips. He found her clit, laid his thumb over it, and then began thrusting.

Hard. Deep. Powerful, forceful thrusts as he slammed inside her.

The slow rise to ecstasy quickened, hardened inside Kia. She could hear herself screaming, trying to scream. The pressure on her clit stroked her to ecstatic, glorious release as the hard, furious strokes inside her sent her into a realm of exploding planets, brilliant colors, and pure, blazing white-hot orgasm.

She was coming, exploding, the release tearing through her over and over again, throwing her, tossing her through space and light until the final explosion sent her careening into the dark.

She was still flying. She could feel it. She knew it. But reality ceased and there was only sensation, liquid, heated, overwhelming sensation that drew a dark, pulsating blanket of pleasure around her.