#122: Fallen: Fire and Redemption - Use You (+18)

#122: Fallen: Fire and Redemption - Use You (+18)
Violet

He slid in slowly, in a way that made me feel every inch of him until he was all the way inside. And then, when my hands ran down his back to guide his pace, he stopped.

“I swear, if I fuck you hard right now, I’m not gonna last.”

“Fuck that. Lose control, Julian. I wanna feel all of you, right now.”

And he did. He started fucking me hard, each thrust deep, rough, soaking wet as he slid in easily. My legs were locked around his waist, my whole body trembling as he buried himself in my pussy.

The sounds coming from us were raw. Skin slapping, loud moans, filthy noises. Pure, wild sex.

Julian pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, owning my entire body. I writhed beneath him, begging for more, wanting to melt into him just to feel even deeper as he drove me insane with lust.

“You like it like this, huh? You like being fucked like this,” he growled against my ear, kissing my neck. “You like being mine.”

“Only yours…” I moaned, nearly crying from pleasure.

He bit my neck, left marks, and slammed into me faster as I whimpered for more.

He fucked me like he wanted to carve his name into me, like he was branding me.

And just like that, the orgasm hit—fast and violent. My pussy clenched around him so tight I almost blacked out, and he kept pounding, hitting that spot deep inside that made me lose control.

But he didn’t stop, not even when I was limp, trembling. When I was still shaking and boneless, he pulled out and flipped me on my stomach, dragging me up on all fours. No mercy.

He rammed that thick cock back in, groaning low as he filled me again.

“You want more, don’t you? You want me to use you.”

Fuck, I wanted him to use me like a ragdoll. Throw me around, do whatever the hell he wanted.

“I want you to cum like it’s the last fuck of your life.”

I said it in a breathy, sexy voice, watching his eyes burn.

He grabbed my hair with one hand, yanking my torso upright, while the other hand rubbed my clit with precision. My skin prickled, breath caught, the tension in my belly coiling fast, forcing me to arch back.

But he pulled me tighter, fucked me harder, pulling my hair while leaning in to rub me more intensely.

The second orgasm tore through me, even better than the first. I screamed, soaked in sweat, losing all control. And he still didn’t stop.

He only stopped when he slammed in one last time and came inside me, his body shaking, hot, sweaty, completely on top of mine as he grunted sounds that made me pulse all over again.

We stayed like that, stuck together, panting, like two animals. He pulled me to the side and wrapped himself around me from behind, still inside, still throbbing.

“You’re a fucking addiction,” he whispered, breathless.

“Then get ready,” I said, just as wrecked but even more determined. “Because next time, I’m the one who’s gonna take control.”

Julian

She was still warm, still dripping between her thighs, those inner muscles twitching like my cock was still buried in her even after I pulled out.

I wanted to fall asleep inside her, stuck, fucked senseless from how good it felt. But Violet shifted, pushed me gently, and rolled to face me.

That look in her eyes… fuck. That wasn’t the look of a satisfied woman. That was a predator about to play with her prey. And right then, I was the fucking prey.

“Now stay still,” she whispered, climbing on top of me.

That raspy, post-orgasm voice, still smelling like sweat and sex, made me hard again in seconds. My cock throbbed, even after I’d emptied so deep inside her I thought I left part of my soul there.

She dragged her nails down my chest, slow, watching my body react. And fuck, it reacted.

“You gonna let me fuck you now, Julian?” she asked, but that smirk already knew the answer.

“Do whatever you want to me,” I said, voice raw.

She mounted me like she owned me. And she did.

She rolled her hips slowly, eyes locked on mine, teasing. She was dripping, all mine. I felt the head of my cock rubbing at her entrance and almost lost it again. But she didn’t let me in.

She just rubbed her soaked pussy along the tip, grinding on me, getting off without letting me fuck her.

“You like to suffer, huh?” she said, leaning forward.

Her mouth was right at my ear. Her breath was hot, wet, fucking delicious.

“You wanna fuck me again, don’t you? But this time’s different. You’re gonna beg.”

“Violet…” I groaned, lifting my hips, trying to push in. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, laughing.

“Did you beg?”

“Fuck… I want you, goddamn it,” I growled, voice low and desperate.

She slapped me. Not hard enough to hurt—just enough to make my cock rock-hard in two seconds.

“I wanna hear you beg, Julian.”

Her eyes were lit. Fuck, she looked so damn beautiful when she took charge.

Hair a mess, tits glistening with sweat, lips swollen from kissing the hell out of me.

And that looks like she could rip me apart with a single word.

“Let me in,” I said, trying again. “Let me fuck you. Please.”

She let out a wicked laugh, grinding on my cock again. Each pass made my body twitch.

And when she finally sank down on me, taking all of me in with a throaty moan, I nearly came on the spot.

“That’s it, fuck,” I growled, eyes rolling back.

She started riding me hard, slamming her hips into mine with filthy slaps.

My hands, finally free, gripped her thighs, squeezing tight, pulling her to me.

She leaned down, grabbed my neck, and bit my shoulder. I almost screamed. It burned.

But my cock got even harder.

“You’re my toy now,” she whispered. “My man, my cum, my fucking plaything.”

“All yours, fuck. Use me. Fuck me,” I said. I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. I just felt.

She sped up, tits bouncing, moans raw and uncontrolled.

And then she choked me.

Her hand was firm around my throat, squeezing with that perfect balance of pain and bliss. My vision blurred, my cock got rock fucking hard.

I came again. Hard. Desperate.

My body shook beneath her as she came to, clenching around me, writhing on top of me.

When we finally collapsed, she lay on my chest, breathing as ragged as mine.

I wasn’t the same man anymore. Not after her.

And honestly? I’d never been so fucking happy in my life.