Twisted(64)

He growled and grabbed her hips, impaling her on him in one smooth move. “Jesus, fuck me. I have to be inside you. Goddammit, I want to stay inside your tight pussy, always.”

His teeth latched on to her shoulder and she vised around him, helpless to stave off the shudders that came just from having his thickness inside her once again. It had only been a few minutes since the last time and that was already too long. She rode him without hesitation, bouncing on his lap so violently that he sank too deep too fast. The flash of pain vanished swiftly, chased by an intense ribbon of pleasure. She bent forward, inviting him to seize her hips and hammer into her the way she sensed he needed to.

That was all it took to have him lifting off the bench to push her deeper into the water, forcing her up against the side of the hot tub. She gripped it in trembling fingers as he rammed into her from behind, his cock on the warpath on her still sensitive flesh. Crying out only seemed to spur him on more so she let every noise go, wanting him to hear what he was doing to her.

Fucking her into oblivion, stroke by stroke.

Her knees slammed into the wall and she lowered her forehead to the wet side of the Jacuzzi, savoring the unmistakable slap of skin on skin. Even the bubbling water couldn’t mask it. Or maybe it was that she knew what their mating must sound like. The way his balls were hitting her ass on every thrust, she could only imagine the picture they made. Rough, crazed, wild. He rubbed her back, his long fingers stimulating points under her skin. His sensuous massage only fueled the tension overtaking her limbs. She couldn’t climax again so soon.

She couldn’t not.

“You know you want to come on my cock. So close.” He leaned over her back, ruffling her hair with his warm breath as he started to pant out the lyrics to a song she’d never heard before. It shouldn’t have made her hotter. She wasn’t some groupie, and his normal tricks shouldn’t have affected her to such an extent.

But between the siege of his cock and his raspy voice, the band of pressure inside her snapped. She wailed out her pleasure, her moans turning to screams as he battered into her without cease. His fingers fisted her hair and he growled in her ear, singing in a low, tormented voice that would remind her of relentless fucking for the rest of her life.

Up against the wall

Or on the floor

I’ll take it anytime at all

She pushed back against him, letting out a whimper at the realization he still hadn’t come. How could that even be possible? It felt like she had a stick of dynamite inside her, hard and unforgiving. Pulsing with every thrust. He pummeled her with his cock and branded her with his teeth on the side of her neck, tripping her into bliss one more time. And he still didn’t find his own release.

When she managed to lift her head, she glanced over her shoulder, moaning again at the blur of his body pounding into hers. All those sleek muscles, flexing wetly. She tightened around him involuntarily and he groaned, throwing back his head. The cords in his neck stood out in sharp relief, highlighted by the colorful lights in the hot tub. His face contorted as he pumped into her frenetically, as if he was seeking something he couldn’t find. She squeezed him again and reached down between her legs, stroking him hard every time he re-entered her. Bearing down, she rocked her hips, trying to give him the friction he desperately seemed to need.

Another orgasm built up inside her, the ripples in her core soon widening to encompass her whole body. She didn’t even have time to warn him. Then she was lost again, the pleasure so violent that she nearly blacked out. She pressed her cheek to the side of the hot tub and hauled air into her starved lungs, barely able to focus on the swimming canvas of stars above her head.

Dear God. He truly intended to kill her.

He continued fucking her, shoving her past enjoyment to the cusp of pain. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to walk. Her legs were already quaking, and she couldn’t stop gasping. His dick swelled impossibly huge inside her, earning her whimpers as he reached around to rub her clit and her piercing with those wicked fingers. She quivered, beyond the capability to cry out. All she could do was shudder through another endless climax.

By the time he picked her up and carried her inside, dripping water everywhere before he wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel, she could barely lift her head. He placed her on the bed, covered her up with the sheet and slid in beside her, stroking her hair until she lifted her heavy lids and gave him a weak smile.

“Hi there.” Her voice even sounded slurred.

He’d literally fucked her into almost unconsciousness. She hadn’t believed that was an actual thing, but her limp arms and legs were more than willing to vouch for its existence.