I felt his hand over my hip, my waist, the fascinated trace of his fingers over my skin; with one hand over the side of my waist, pulling my hip with the other, and adjusting me the way he pleased.. My hearing was coming back to normal. I heard a chain if cusses escape him while feeling my own blood was starting to boiling through my veins and, finally flowing again.. My heart was rapid to the point where I could feel it in my throat.. I could barely come to myself after those orgasms.. Three. Three damn orgasms in twenty minutes. Insanity. How was that- God, how was that even possible? And there I was, still melting underneath his hands, still pushing back and once again left breathless when he slowly started entering me. With one hand pressed beside my head, he leaned over me, making me slightly lift myself on my forearms just to look back at him.. His breath at the side of my face was already making my very core tremble with the desire for more, and the fact that he only teased me over my slit, once, twice.. It made me look him in the eyes with clear desperation that was met with the kind of craving behind those dark pearls that I was supposed to fear.. But I loved the lack of control behind his eyes. I loved the roughness in his moves and the dominance in his nature. "Ohh," I heard myself dragging my sighs as he slowly entered me, intertwining his fingers with my hair in one hand, and keeping steady over me with the other.. "So fuckįng tight, baby," The rasp in his voice reflected the very lust that dominated him. The very cravings that matched mine. He kissed the side of my face so faintly, slowly pulling onto my hair to keep my head straight and turned towards him. And Christ, when he entered me, my eyes rolled almost back in my head. "So damn perfect," Oh and he.. I forgot how damn big he was. A slight push from me was enough for him to fill me completely, and I thought he would break me in two. But I never felt anything as mind-blowing as the feeling of having him inside me.. He kissed my face with the way I was turned, my neck, my shoulder, and slightly over my back.. But it was all some kind of a distraction from the fact that he had started moving, with rhythmical thrusts plugging inside me, still gentle yet quickening up with each second that passed.. And the rhythm.. The rhythm he picked was perfectly thought-through, mind-blowingly bringing out every drop of insanity out of me.. I was releasing sharp breaths and unintentional sounds that I tried muting as I pressed myself against the mattress, somewhat laying down just so I would mute myself.. However, the more he quickened his rhythm, the more the pleasure inside me built, and the more it did, the more my knees parted and gave out.. I could feel his hands over my lower back, over my waist and my hips.. Controlling, moving me the way he pleased.. A spank, two, it took me by surprise enough for me to release a sharper moan, but it increased the pleasure the way his rhythm did.. The rougher he became, the more I pushed back.. The quicker his thrusts were, the more I lost myself in the pleasure that was flooding me.. I gripped the sheets to the point where my knuckles became white.. I moaned to the point where I couldn't stop repeating his name, begging him not to stop.. "Oh God, please don't-" I cut myself off because I lost my breath, and like he knew, he continued giving more, quicker and deeper, slower and more shallow, which was damn unbearable for me. "Don't stop," "Touch yourself, Lana." A simple command that I almost missed because my hearing was muted.. But his hands over my waist from behind made me straighten up a bit enough to push myself on one elbow as he repeated. "Make yourself cūm, baby," But he was already making me do that.. And with my hand going between my legs, I was already unable to hold myself on my elbow because that rhythm that was rough and thought-through, quick and mind-blowing.. Already pushed over the edge once again.. I couldn't move my fingers between my legs for even a second because the sensations became too strong.. My head fell buried in the sheets, my fingers gripping them, and my voice muting.. He- Oh, Christ, he didn't stop.. He didn't stop with those full quick thrusts.. In that moment, I knew that I would never want anyone other than him.. How could I? My emotions were so strong, flooding me so strongly that I had to hold back tears, but I didn't allow myself release them, I didn't dare. I could no longer hold myself together from how hard that orgasm hit me.. I had to scream. The pleasure melted and radiated throughout my whole body, the ecstasy exploding like a nuclear bomb inside me, and burning me whole.. Like a fire had started inside me, my blood boiled and everything stopped for a second.. My heart stopped and then continued more rapidly then ever, and my whole body pulsed with nothing but sheer pleasure, damn perfection.. The moans and yells echoed, and his name was the only thing I knew. He told me to scream, he repeated that in my ear until my knees could no longer hold me.. I slid down straight on my stomach and without slowing down one bit, he simply pulled out, preformed another spank over my ass and flipped me over slightly.. I was lost.. Senseless.. Turned over once more so that I was back on my back, and just like that, once again filled by his full length, with one effortless thrust. He wasted no time, and it was driving me mad. I couldn't follow up, but I didn't want him to stop. If he did, I would cry and beg. My lips once again parted for air and I felt my hands being pushed beside my head.. I felt his breath against my own, his body against my own.. I felt trapped and completely controlled.. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he controlled every second of it. But he made me feel the best of it and I had no words to describe the kind of pleasure.. "Open your eyes, Lana." He mumbled against my neck, kissed that sweet spot and still expected me to follow his demand.. "Look at me." His breath was somewhere near my chin at that point and I found myself managing to flatter my eyes open.. A pair of black pearls looked down at mine.. Wild and satisfied in a way that I could not follow up.. Searching mine with the intensity I couldn't quite compete with. A dark short strand of hair was falling over his forehead, his lips very slightly parted but his breaths completely steady compared to mine.. He stared down at me with the kind of fascination I could not understand.. Yet at the same time the kind of love that almost made me yell out how damn much I loved him.