There was a slight tearing sensation, and then a terrible itch. He moved his cock deep and then stopped, swearing underneath his breath, taking a moment to soak in the fact that we were finally, finally one.
“Love this fucking pussy, Elle Jo,” he growled, lowering his mouth to mine, cutting off a moan. “Fucking love you.”
I couldn't even answer. He started fucking me. Long, tense, gradual strokes that came a little harder and faster each time his hips met mine.
The fiery itch in my pussy became a raging inferno. My head rolled from side to side. A pleasure I'd never known before, not even with his hands or mouth, opened up below us and swallowed me whole.
Oh, God. Oh, Shit. Oh, Asphalt!
I pushed my hips into his, learning how to fuck him back. Loving every single second of it, everything our bodies could do when they were bound together like this. Of course, we'd barely scratched the surface, but something told me we weren't going to stop until he'd scratched me so deep I'd be lucky to walk.
“Hold the fuck on, baby,” he ordered, pulling at my ass with his thick hands.
He hoisted me onto his cock, lifting my hips up in the air, all the better to deepen his strokes. He pounded into me, really hit me deep. His expression transformed from soft, eager lover to outlaw killer.
Nothing was stopping him now. Not even death could've prevented him from fucking me straight to the headboard, and I practically climbed it when his pubic bone ground against my clit, shoving me deeper, deeper, deeper into ecstasy.
Muscles I didn't know I had around my spine tensed up. This tension with him was awful before. This time, it was totally stupefying, and it would've destroyed me if he hadn't power fucked me like a maniac.
His hips crashed into mine. The sharp creak of the bed and the slap our skin disappeared in the roar of my own blood, my heartbeat, pounding like a clock ticking down the last seconds to the greatest release of my life.
Asphalt.
Austin.
Husband. Lover. Alpha. Omega.
I wasn't sure if I screamed them all or just thought every word. It didn't matter a second later when the pleasure swept me away in a storm, tossing and turning, howling up at the ceiling that had turned into a hot, white sky.
His cock shook me without mercy while my pussy convulsed. Asphalt sounded like a wild animal, dragged my body into his, pinching my ass so hard it would've hurt something fierce if I wasn't so drunk on pleasure.
My climax shook me apart, tore apart time, making me lose track of everything except the bombs exploding all over my body. My senses came back while he fucked me with wild abandon.
No reserve. Nothing except the bestial need that had fully taken him over, driven him to own me the most primal way a man could.
“Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna bust inside you, babe. Spill every damned drop 'til you're leaking me for days!” His eyes narrowed, like it took all his energy to hold onto the great weight inside him. “Tell me you're on the pill, the patch – fuck, I don't care! I'm not wasting shit.”
“Yes! Come, please come.” I went stark raving mad.
My legs pinched tight to his legs, holding on like vices so he couldn't even think about pulling away. I'd been on the pill for about a year, hoping I'd finally find the right man, though the last few days had been screwed up.
If I'd missed a few, it didn't matter. Just then, I didn't fucking care about anything except the blinding pleasure tearing me in two. Nothing else mattered except being wed to him at a fluid level, filled and mated with his seed, the only thing in the world that could put out this fire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He threw his head back and drove into me, jerking my ass with all his might.
Our hips wedged together and his cock swelled inside me, a new, wild heat hotter than anything else.
We came together. My pussy massaged his length just as his first hot jet hurled inside me, streaking right to my womb. He spilled his fiery load as deep as it would possibly go, making me feel his weight the whole time as he held me down, fucking his come into me.
He owned my body like nobody ever had, like no man ever would. I loved it – freaking loved it – couldn't imagine sex any other way now that I'd had it at its finest.
Asphalt wasn't lying about filling me. His seed pulsed again and again, completely flooded me, then spilled out onto the sheets, even as he held his cock in me for several minutes. Slow, shallow strokes worked it deeper still, rubbed it into me until our very DNA tangled like our bodies.
The rough, slow fade of his growl brought me back to life. I opened my eyes and the room and tried to stop the room from spinning.
His kiss helped. Our lips pressed together, desperately seeking a more tender satisfaction. Everything we needed to take the savage edge off the coupling that left my thighs shaking, and probably bruised my butt cheeks where his fingers had almost pinched the life out of me.