TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(66)

“Thank you,” Fiona whined in response, clutching hard at his back just to hold on as he began thrusting in and out of her, smacking their legs against the counter as he moved. Fiona matched Gage’s rhythm as best as she could, using his shoulders for leverage, encouraging him to speed up as soon as she adjusted to the feeling of his heavy cock inside of her.



“So good for me. So fucking good,” Gage murmured, smacking one of his hands on the cabinet above their heads as he pumped his cock into her more firmly, picking up speed as Fiona groaned and dragged her nails down his back.



Fiona’s cunt was on fire, in the best way imaginable. It was like the entire world was in the hot space between both of their legs, their bodies joined together to make something more beautiful and strong than either one of them individually. Fiona felt indestructible, but at the same exact moment, she felt soft and vulnerable, and somehow, neither thing canceled out the other. She was made of iron and steel, yet she was falling apart under Gage’s hands, voluntarily handing over control and feeling even more powerful because of it.



Gage pounded in and out quickly, hitting all those special spots inside of her in such rapid succession that a ridiculously long stream of moans left Fiona’s mouth. “Yeah, yeah, fucking…” Gage trailed off, apparently struggling to come up with the words to describe how he felt at that moment, but Fiona felt like she knew what was going on in his body anyway. She could see it on his face, in his voice, and in the movements of his hips. “Yeah, you…you’re mine,” he grunted out, shoving in so deep that Fiona screamed like a banshee, triggering Gage to tangle his hand into her hair and pull her head forward so that he could swallow her noises with his mouth.



Fiona felt that telltale tingling start again in her legs, her whole body convulsing from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, her toes curling in pleasure as Gage moved his hips in circles while still pulling in and out at a rapid pace. “I’m going to come again,” she warned him, trying to prepare him for the ecstasy that was about to explode inside of her.



“Do it,” Gage demanded in a hot whisper before biting down hard on the side of her neck. “Please do it, baby. I want to see it.”



Fiona’s entire body flushed with heat, her head feeling light and numb as the sensations coiling out from her cunt expanded, going in wide circles that overtook every inch of her skin. “Ahhh, shit,” she moaned, practically growling like an animal as he shoved into her harder, creating big balloons of heat inside her sweet spot that just grew bigger and bigger and bigger with every inward thrust. Their legs pounded painfully against the counter as they moved together, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be destroyed. She wanted to be remade. She wanted to feel him shatter inside of her. She wanted to create something beautiful and new between the two of them.



“It’s happening. It’s happening. Unnnh! Unnh, ohhhh, unngh!” she screamed, biting down on Gage’s lip and whimpering against his mouth as he began to pound her mercilessly.



“I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come,” Gage said in between gasping breaths for air, smacking himself against the counter in his desperate desire to get as deep inside Fiona’s passage as possible.



“Oh! Please! Do it! Unngh!” Fiona moaned, words abandoning her brain entirely as the big balls of heat between her legs merged into one giant sensation that pressed down on her like a tidal wave, rolling over her from her cunt and up her stomach, smashing over her head until she was dizzy with pleasure, her skin practically singing as every single cell lit itself up like a Christmas tree.



“Baby! Fi! Goddammit!” Gage groaned as he shoved himself in as deep as he could go, staying still for a moment before he broke apart inside of her, pulsing over and over and over again until he finally collapsed in a pile on top of her, the two of them leaning against the cabinet behind them.



They were drenched in sweat, utterly limp and useless. The space between their legs was soaked through. Gage groaned a little under his breath as his cock slipped out of her. Fiona felt utterly wrecked, like a tornado had torn itself through her body, but every inch of her being felt like it was shining, glowing with a light that she’d forgotten she’d ever felt before.



“Jesus, Fiona,” Gage whispered, lazily kissing the side of her face.



Fiona reached down and tangled their fingers together, despite the sweat that had collected on their palms. Fiona wanted them to be glued together, wishing that she could keep his body inside of her forever. Maybe I can, Fiona mused a little distantly, her thoughts still far-off and numbed, as if there was a wall erected between the part of her brain that could feel pleasure and the part of her brain that could think coherently. Maybe I can keep him with me, at least for a little while longer.