Chapter Forty-Six
Mads rubbed himself, his hips pressing against my ass, concentrating on the wetness that made us slide into each other. His moans were deep, fierce and hoarse, coming from deep in his throat. He rode me almost sitting on my body, his weight pinning me to the soft bed that I clung to with all my thirst and strength. His arms supported him at my sides, firm and shapely as he exerted a force that didn't seem to be much of an effort for him. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and followed his movements as he pulsed into my pussy, moving my hips only slightly upward. We fucked each other without the need to be conventional. I stuttered at that word and Mads did the same. His hand sometimes stroked my hair, moaning as he pressed hard against my clit. I rolled my eyes, my face partially turned away as he watched me moaning, arching my back, and mumbling incoherent things that were going through my head. The pleasure I felt was devastating, my body shaking, my pussy pulsating around nothing, longing to be filled.
"Please..." I hear him moan in response, and I know it's what he's wanted all along. I keep my eyes partially open, the irises turning to see him, to watch his body jerk, thrusting against my ass with intensity. Mads slides his right hand over my face, down my back and squeezes my chest. I feel that if he could, he'd make me his plate, his open meal that you have to hold with both hands to eat. I nod my head in agreement, feeling with him the stiffness of his dick as it slides past my soaked vulva, finding the opening that we both felt throbbing.
"I'm going to make you beg me to stop." He says with a heavy sigh that he heaves over me.
"Will you stop, baby? I ask, biting my lip with a force that makes me close my eyes. I feel a heavy slap on my ass, the shock stinging and probably leaving a mark on my skin. The pain is strong, but the pleasure left after the refreshment of my relief makes me moan loudly and makes me shamelessly beg for more. I try to control myself, but I'm blinded by pleasure, by a masochism I've never explored before, by a lust that fills my veins, ensnares my subconscious, and manipulates my flesh. My legs are entwined in his, Mads' thirst makes me afraid of my fate, but I don't care, a large part of me wants this, wants, longs for his control.
"No way."
He opens me up, slowly inserts himself into my pussy, filling it, soaking his cock with my juices. Mads curses, my low moans muffled by the bed that kisses and presses my face. I feel my flesh throbbing around him as he tortures me with slow, deep thrusts. His hands rest on the bed and he thrusts deep into me, causing me to lose all the air I needed.
I moaned and scratched myself pleasurably, squeezing my breasts and feeling the effect on my wet pussy. At that point he fucked me hard, the sound of his thighs and my ass colliding strongly, I felt a mixture of pain as he entered me tightly, soon replaced by a strong wave of pleasure that made me tremble. I shuddered, thrusting my hips against him, summoning all the strength I had. His strong, tanned arm goes around my neck like a hook, I feel his hair tickle me and I laugh, laugh until there is only a moan left in my throat. He punishes me, mercilessly, with no regard for anything other than our pleasure.
My head is now slightly raised as my eyes turn to him. We were two mad, sadistic souls, thrusting against each other in strong, desperate thrusts. Mads was moaning my name as he pushed his cock into my pussy, fucking me hard, holding my shoulders as he wanted to keep himself tight and deep inside me. I felt confused, dizzy, tired, but I didn't want to stop, I didn't want him to stop,
"Mads, please I don't want you to..." I beg. He clenches his teeth and sits on his knees, one hand wrapped around my neck while the other pulls at my bangs, making me arch my back. My perky ass is available, arched for him as he penetrates deep, sometimes sliding his hand over my breasts, squeezing and covering my nipples.
"I know, baby, I know..."
He fucked me, slow and fast, deep and hard, while my moans were a prayer to the heavens. The waves of pleasure in my body were continuous and my climax approached violently and wonderfully. First, my moans announced my moment loudly, then my body trembled and contorted in desperate, urgent movements against Mads, my part pulsating and contracting around his hard cock, making us tighter and tighter against each other.
"Can I sit on you?" I ask almost crying and Mads looks at me intensely. He gets up and lies down, my body sitting nimbly on top of him.
"Make me proud, little girl."
Faced with that, all my reason was struggling to say no. All the rest of me, flesh, bones, skin, heart, soul, groaned: yes.
I'm riding one of the owners of this town. There was life and power in him, he was the one who moved everything, and he was the one who made a lot of things work. Now it was just me and him, and at that moment I was riding him like a stallion. In that moment I was the king, I had the power, I made him yield like no one else could. My hips move in circles, my femininity moves the universe and my hips too, the stars bend and so does this man, I am life and sex and my pleasure in this moves me up and down like crazy. I look into his eyes, because I'm not afraid of him, and I see him vulnerable and masculine, succumbing to my dance. His right hand squeezes my neck, and his other squeezes my jaw as if to crush me. He thrusts his hips against me, his moans as hoarse and loud as mine, my hands on his chest, pulling hard on his gray hair and I hear him groan with pain and anger, passion. I push my ass out to make him feel comfortable and our thighs collide, the sound of skin against skin is the sound of our fuck, our urgency. I feel his hard, wet dick slide into me with force and desperation, I roll my eyes, the pleasure making me tremble and squirm in his hands. His fingers slide to my lips and I suck them with agility, my gaze directed at him as a tease. I hear his heavy, fierce moan and feel his punishment in my pussy, he punishes me by penetrating me harder and I feel on the edge of the abyss.
"M-Mads..." My voice shakes, my body writhes, but he holds me, his hands now squeezing my hips, pushing me down and up with him.
"Keep going... like this." He moans breathlessly in his deep voice and I obey, moving my ass quickly against his movements. I slide my right hand down my groin and touch my clit as a contribution to my orgasm. The heavens open and I hold on to this man who never stops.