Chapter 48 No turning back
IRIS
My lips part as my breath leaves my body in a gasp, the sounds raw and ragged.
My eyes flutter as my fingers curl around the mattress, bunching up the fabric in a desperate attempt to still hold onto some semblance of self control.
I can’t help but whimper, my thoughts slowing down to a pause as I struggle to keep up with the sensations that are thrumming through my body.
I can’t think, and I sure as hell can barely speak.
But god, I can feel. I can feel Darian deeper than I have ever felt anyone, anything before, and I can almost swear that he is far deeper than my body should be able to take.
The second he slipped into me, I could feel the way my walls stretched in a desperate attempt to accommodate his length. There was a slight burn to the intrusion, and my legs trembled as I struggled to keep them open.
Darian didn't give me time to adjust, and he stared down at me with dark eyes like he knew it was almost too much for me, but he didn't care.
He pulls out halfway, and then drives back in.
My whole body seizes, and I scream.
God, I swear that I can feel him in my lungs.
“Yeah…” Darian hisses, his voice raspy. “Take it. Just like that.”
Darian's biceps flexes, his muscles slightly tense as he holds himself above me, fucking me down into the mattress with intensity that made the poor bed creak, each thrust punching out the air from my lungs all over again.
My eyes flutter, rolling back into my head as I writhe underneath him.
“You hear that, huh?” he growls as his hand move, his left thumb caressing my cheek almost soothingly. The action is a stark contrast to how he is drilling into me, and it just makes me feel even better. “That wet sound? That's your cunt begging to be bred.”
My body twitches.
He leans down, his thick length grinding into me as he stares down. I watch it, dazed and hazy in disbelief as a thick line of spit landed on my core.
Darian spat on me, on my pussy, before he slammed right into me again.
It is almost like I can feel it drip down, mixing with my arousal as he fucks his spit into me. It is obscene and filthy, and my toes curl in a desperate attempt to not cum at that moment.
“Darian…” I start pathetically, my voice cracking. “P-Please-”
Darian doesn’t answer, and instead, he just buries his face in my neck again. I feel his teeth nip at the skin softly, before he sucks hard on it, enough to leave his mark.
A moan escapes me before I can even think to stop it, and I grip the sheets harder, my knuckles turning white.
Darian's hips don’t falter, and his thrusts become fast and relentless, like he wants to punish me for feeling this good.
Before I can protest, I feel Damien's arms curl around me as he hauls me upwards like I weigh nothing, his cock slipping out of me. I whimper at the loss, but all I get is a light smack to the curve of my ass.
Darian readjusts us, and he sits up, his back against the headboard as his hands grip my waist, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the sides of my hips.
His length laid between, hard and aching, as he raised a brow at me.
“Darian,” I whine. “I need-”
“Come here,” he orders, guiding me closer to him until I straddle his thighs.
My knees shake lightly, and I sniffle as I try to find some sort of comfort in the new position. I place my hands on his chest to brace myself, trying to remain upright.
Darian rubs his hand up and down my thigh. “Put it in by yourself.”
I can’t help but hesitate, my fingers twitching on the smooth expanse of his chest slick with sweat.
My thighs are already burning just from the thought of it, but I can still feel the way my pussy aches and clenches around nothing.
Almost reluctantly, I reach down, taking his cock in my hand. I decide to tease a bit, letting the tip rub between my core.
And just when it seems like he is about to make a complaint, I line him up with my entrance and sink down as I exhale shakily.
I gasp, overwhelmed yet needy as I take him in me inch by inch until I completely bottom out.
Darian doesn’t even try to help, his hand still on my waist as he looks, as if he is waiting for an opportunity to make fun of me.
He watches me impale myself on his cock with some sort of sick satisfaction, and just the look he holds in his eyes made me moan out.
Finally, every inch of him is in, and I feel so full. The soft flesh of my ass rubs comfortably against his thighs and Darian speaks again.
“Move.”
I swallow thickly, already sore, and slowly, I raise myself up and sink down.
I gasp at the feeling. The angle hit differently, and everything in me tingles and throbs.
But I love it.
I keep going, fucking myself on him like my life depends on it, and every time his cock slips in and out, a breathy, high-pitched scream escapes from my throat.
“There we go,” Darian drawls. “Riding my cock like a bitch in heat. You look like you're about to fucking die, hmmn?”
I am.
I am going to die if he doesn't let me cum.
I can feel myself clenching around him, my walls mapping out his shape in perfect memory with each slide. My pace is stuttering, and my legs hurt so fucking bad.
Darian notices, of course, and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing before delivering a firm smack. “Is it too much? Already?”
I nod, not minding his condescending tone as I sob.
“I fucking knew it,” he hums. “You can't even take my cock without falling apart.”
“Please–”
“You like being up there, hmmn?” Darian taunts, a dark chuckled rumbling from his chest as he slams himself down on me.
My breath catches in my throat and I cry out as my rhythm falters.
The ache in my legs is too much to ignore, and I collapse against his chest.
“I-I… I can't–”
Darian's grip on my waist tightens as he thrusts upwards, slamming me down on him at the same.
I choke on a sob as he starts up a new pace, harsh and unforgiving.
“Are you going to cum again?” he grunts. “From this? From fucking yourself on my cock?”
“Please–”
“Cum for me, show me how much you love this.”
My vision blanks as I come, my body convulsing on top of him as my nails dig into his back. I feel my pussy pulse around him as I jerk.
Darian continues , fucking me through my orgasm, and a few moments later, I feel him spill his seed into me, the warm spurts filling me up.
By the time Darian is pulling out of me with a hiss, I can distantly feel drool tricky down my chin, too worn out to be embarrassed.
It is all blurry after that.
My head feels like it is surrounded by a fog I can’t escape.
I feel like I am floating.
By the time I am barely lucid, I can only feel something wet and warm sliding between my thighs in a gentle caress, the sound of Darian's voice whispering sweet nothings into my ear barely audible.
Soon enough, I feel his arms wrap around me, his hard chest pressing against my back.
I stir, slightly disheveled and confused.
And I let my eyes flutter shut, succumbing to the exhaustion that tugs at my mind.