Shivers claim my spine and work out to everywhere on my body.
“I never want you to stop fucking me,” I moan, low in my throat because I mean it. I didn’t even know I was saying those words, and then I’d said them. I’m desperate for him to fuck me, now, forever.
That’s what this is all about. That’s why we’re fucking. Because we’re two people that simply work better when we’re fucking. Melded together until it isn’t clear where one begins and the other ends. That’s what both of our bodies crave. Our souls.
Our hearts.
He brings another hand to wrap around my throat. Dominic always holds me in the most possessive ways. It turns me on to feel cherished gently and fucked roughly by the man I’ve wanted more than anything my whole life. When he reappeared in my life, it was an awesomely slutty move by the cosmos. The patron saint of orgasms was like, go forth child and take that massive dick like you were born to.
Because so what if he was once my stepfather? I know when he’s inside me — like the way he’s stroking deep and slow into me now — that we’re meant for each other.
“Your body fits mine like a glove,” I say softly. “I love you fucking me. I love you,” I tell him.
Dominic holds me tighter. “I love you. I love fucking you,” I hear his breathe quicken. I know he’s on the brink of even more pleasure. We’re both going to have to nap for a year after this, but it'll be so worth it. “I love you so goddamn much Daphne. You’re the only person who's made me feel this way. You mean more to me than my own fucking life.”
God, the way he’s fucking me, stroking deep and slow so that my pussy is quivering and he’s keeping me on this incredible edge? This is really fucking sexy.
But the words he’s saying to me before he cums? Knowing he means them?
That’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I close my hand over his on my breast and I squeeze.
“Fuck,” he moans out and I feel that cock slam harder and faster into me while it unloads. When he squeezes my tit even harder, it releases something within me and now I’m going to cum, my body crushed by the weight of ecstasy.
Everything around me evaporates and in this moment I need nothing more than to ride every cresting wave of pleasure the way that I am right now. Dominic’s body is all over mine. Our hands together, our souls together. His cock so deep inside me, and us both cumming together. My pussy milks his rock hard cock for everything he’s cock and I think I might actually black out from the sheer intensity.
When we fall apart, we fall apart together. We’re both gasping for air like we’ve been chased down by a slasher, and he holds me tight as we both come down from the high.
“You’re my entire world,” Dominic says, kissing my ear. “You’re my everything.” His hands both close over my breasts and pull me tighter to him with them in his hands.
“And you’re mine,” I tell him.
And that’s the truth. Despite everything that we went through, every doubt we had, I can feel the future when he holds me close.
My leg falls down and I think he’s going to pull out of me — we’ve been fucking like animals and we can’t possible go any more, right?
But he doesn’t.
And I don’t want him to.
“I want to fuck you until our bodies just quit,” Dominic says, lips pressed against my skin.
“Fuck me,” I moan, pressing my ass back against him.
We can fuck like there’s no tomorrow because there’s no tomorrow without each other. I want to feel him buried deep inside me, all night, until neither of us can breathe. I want to fall asleep with him inside me.
And really, that’s not too far of a thought. We both roll our hips and meet each other. The shallower angle actually just makes for a snugger fit for his cock in my pussy. I feel the steel of his cock get new life at the realization, and my pussy is already soaking wet with new arousal.
I moan low and loud, desperate to keep riding this impossible wave of lust.
Maybe we fuck so much that we die tonight, and maybe that’s the best way to go. It would be a shame to finally have Dominic and to lose it all now, but what would I know? I’d die with a smile on my face, for sure.
You think I’m being dramatic, I know… But so what? I’ve earned that right, don’t you think?
But when Dominic gets his second wind, he rolls me over onto my stomach and he’s on top of me, his body weight not crushing me but on top of me.
I think he restarted my heart — like with defibrillator paddles — except he used his hard thrusting cock. He slams so deep inside me that my legs shake hard enough to make the bed quake.