Chapter 72: Codename: Aconite Chapter Twenty-Two

His tongue glides across my sternum, and he eagerly sucks my other nipple into his mouth to repeat the pleasurable torture as his hands roam my body reverently. I stroke his cock firmly, feeling it twitch with need in my hand as he expertly yanks my shorts and panties down. He steps back, and I lean back on my hands as he removes and discards my shorts and panties. His hands slowly caress my thighs, spreading my legs apart as he eyes my dripping folds with the hunger of a wild animal. He fists his cock in his hand and rubs the tip against my lips, soaking the head of his cock in my juices. My head lulls back and a moan escapes me as I feel the head rub against my swollen clit.

I wrap my legs around him, urging him to continue and instead of teasing me as I expect, he pulls me closer until my ass is hanging off the edge of the table. He angles my hips down and begins to slide his cock inside me torturously slow, keeping me angled in a way that allows his cock to rub against my clit as he enters me. I’m breathy moans and heaving breasts as he fills me up. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and sheathes himself inside me with a single, brutal thrust that rocks my body and has my eyes rolling back.

He holds himself still, his cock twitching as my walls throb around him, drenching his cock in my juices as need ravishes my body. I open my eyes and look up to see him looking down at me, his eyes entranced, as if worshipping the very sight of me. With our eyes fixed on each other, I wrap my arms around his neck, and he begins to thrust, hard and deep inside me. He grunts. I groan. His hand grips the back of my neck firmly, while the other hand digs into my hip, his nails leaving their mark on my flesh. My nails dig into his vest as his every thrust threatens to shatter me.

His lips find mine, brushing against them as his aroused breaths enter my mouth and fill my lungs like an erotic drug. I bring one hand down to grasp his ass, my nails digging into him as I urge him on, craving his ferocious movements like an addict in withdrawal. With every thrust, he manages to rub his cock against my clit, setting my every nerve on fire with unrelenting pleasure that has my apartment filling with the sounds of my lustful moans.

He thrusts harder, and faster, grunting against my lips as my face contorts from the overwhelming pleasure. He frees the back of my neck and yanks my scarf from my neck, leaning his head down to kiss me when he suddenly freezes. His thrusts halt and now all I can hear is the deafening sound of our pants.

“I didn’t do this…” he slowly says in a breathy whisper as his thumb lightly brushes against the wound around my neck. He looks at the wound with fury and compassion I didn’t think he was capable of.

“No,” I say, swallowing my breaths. “You didn’t.”

He looks into my eyes. “Who?”

“Why? Going to take them off my hands for me?” I tease.

“I will lay them at your feet for you to torment however you see fit,” he says with determination and a promise shining in his eyes.

I take a breath, taken aback by his declaration. I lift my hand and lay it against his cheek as I reach up to kiss his lips softly, sucking them between mine. He moans and returns my kiss.

“I’m afraid I already beat you to it,” I say cheekily.

He smiles down at me, “Of course, you did,” he says, cupping my face in his hands as he kisses me fiercely, as if to suck my very lungs into his body.

I wrap my arms around his neck, returning his kiss, biting, and feasting on his lips, staking my claim on his plump flesh. He resumes pumping his cock into me, but his thrusts are different. Every thrust seeks to push deeper, harder, forceful and possessive as if trying to claim my very soul. I lean my head back and surrender to every jolt he forces through my body. His lips descend upon my neck, and I shiver as I feel his tongue trace the ugly, sensitive mark around my neck. He licks and kisses it, replacing the pain of my injury with pleasure.

I cry out, fisting his hair, thrusting my hips meeting his cock thrust for thrust. He lets out a loud grunt as he firmly grasps my hips and thrusts harder and faster inside me than a human should be capable of. My eyes roll back as I choke on my moans of unbridled pleasure, my body on fire as he unleashes his full force on my pussy. With every exquisite plunge of his cock I feel his need and desire for me. This consuming, ravenous craving that only fuels my hunger for him further. If he split me in two at this very moment, I would beg for him to do it again; fracturing my body into so many pieces that only he could ever be capable of piecing them back together.

My blood is pumping like fire in my veins, my lungs burning from the moans I can’t control. My muscles are coiling, my inside tightening in a knot that only gets tighter and tighter with every brutal drive of his cock. I feel the sweat coating my skin, and as much as I want to come, I don’t want this to ever stop.

He shifts my hips slightly and suddenly I feel his cock hit my cervix exactly how I love, with so much force I let out a scream of ecstasy, my face contorting and body shaking as my orgasm explodes inside me in Earther shattering waves that has my pussy squirting all over his cock like a burst dam. He groans and lets out a pleasured laugh as he pulls out and rubs his cock against my clit, making me squirt a little more as I struggle to hold onto him.

“Fuck, that’s it, squirt all over my cock like a good girl,” he growls.

He thrusts back inside me, and I cry out, my body now overwhelmed like an exposed nerve. He thrusts unbearably fast, groaning and panting as my body is jostled like a limp noodle. His groans increase, and quickly he pulls out, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it fast when finally he lets out a deep guttural groan of pleasure as he clutches my thigh with his free hand and spurts his cum on my pussy. His body shakes as he rubs out every last drop. I feel his hot cum slowly trickling against my clit and between my lips and the sensation has me biting my lip, moaning as my pussy throbs, craving his cum inside me.

He leans his forehead against mine and rests his hands on my thighs as we both pant, trying to get air into our lungs. I feel the sweat on his brow, and I weakly lift my hand and brush away the drop of sweat trickling down his temple.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we met,” he confesses.

I smile and softly kiss his swollen lips. “So have I.”