Chapter 68 68
FREYA POV
“What do I start?”
Steve smiled, that small, dangerous one. “You’re turning into a badass lately, girl.”
“Guess that’s what you taught me,” I said. I bit my lower lip hard and held his eyes.
He didn’t say anything back, but in the blink of an eye, his hand shot up fast. Fingers wrapped around my throat—not choking, just firm. Thumb pressed right under my jaw. He squeezed enough that I felt my pulse jump against his skin.
Then he pushed.
He started pushing me while I stumbled backward. My bare back hit the cold mirror behind me. The glass was freezing against my spine. My ass pressed flat to it. He kept his hand on my neck, holding me there. His body crowded in close. Chest to my tits. Cock already hard again, pressing into my stomach.
He leaned in, his mouth right at my ear.
“You want this?” he asked. Voice low. Rough.
“Always,” I said. No hesitation.
He didn’t wait for me to say anything else. His teeth sank into the side of my neck. He gave me a Hard bite. Right on the muscle. I gasped loud. Pain shot straight down to my pussy. He held the bite for two seconds, then sucked the skin hard. I felt the mark forming already.
He pulled back just enough to look at my face.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Fuck yes,” I said.
That was it.
He spun me around fast. Face to the mirror now. My palms slapped flat on the glass. He kicked my feet wide apart. One hand stayed on my neck from behind—fingers tight around the front, thumb pressing the side. The other hand grabbed my hip so hard I knew I’d bruise.
He lined up. No rub. No tease. Just pushed in hard. One brutal thrust. All the way. My pussy stretched around him. I yelled out so loud and it’s half moan, half curse.
“Fuck—Steve—fuck you — so fucking big—”
He didn’t answer. Just started fucking me. Hard. Fast. Every thrust slammed my hips into the mirror frame. The glass shook. My tits bounced. Nipples scraped the cold surface every time he drove in.
“Shit—yes—harder—”
He gave it to me. He squeezed my neck tighter. —just enough to make my head light. My pussy clenched around his cock. Wet sounds filled the gym. Slap slap slap of skin. My juices are running down my thighs already.
He pulled my head back by the neck. Made me arch. My back is curved. Ass pushed out more. He went deeper. Hit that spot inside that made my legs shake.
“Oh god—right there—fuck—don’t stop—”
He growled low in his throat. Let go of my neck. Both hands grabbed my hips now. Fingers dug in. Pulled me back onto his cock every time he thrust forward. Like he was trying to break me in half.
I braced harder on the mirror. Fingers spread wide. My reflection looked wrecked—hair messy, mouth open, eyes half shut.
“Fuck me—fuck me harder—you fucking own me—”
He did. Thrusts got meaner. Shorter. Faster. Cock dragging out almost all the way then slamming back in. Balls slapping my clit every time. I felt every inch. Thick. Hot. Stretching me wide.
“Shit—Steve—I’m gonna come—fuck—”
“Not yet Princess,” he said and increase the thrust
He pulled out suddenly. I whined—empty. He spun me again. Back to the mirror. Lifted my right leg high. Hooked it over his arm. Opened me up. Pushed back inside in one hard stroke.
New angle.
It’s deeper and more crazy. I let out a loud scream.
“Fuck—yes—oh my god—deeper—”
He fucked like that. Leg up. Holding me open. Cock hitting so deep I felt it in my stomach. My pussy squeezed him tight. Wet. Sloppy. Dripping.
“Goddamn—you’re so wet—taking it so good—”
“Harder—please—fuck me stupid—”
He dropped my leg. Grabbed both my thighs. Lifted me clean off the floor. My back slid up the mirror a few inches. Legs wrapped around his waist. He pinned me there—hands under my ass—and started pounding up into me.
Gravity helped. Every thrust drove him balls-deep. I bounced on his cock. Tits jumping. Head knocking the glass behind me.
“Shit—shit—shit—yes—fuck my pussy—”
He grunted. Sweat poured down his face. Dripped onto my chest. I clawed his shoulders. Nails digging in. Leaving red lines.
“Gonna come—gonna come on your cock—”
“Do it,” he said. “Come all over me.”
I did. Hard. My whole body locked up. Pussy clamped down. Pulsing. Squeezing him. I screamed his name. Loud. Echoed in the empty gym.
“Steve—fuck—coming—coming so hard—”
He didn’t stop. Kept fucking through it. Made it last. My legs shook. Toes curled. Another wave hit right after. Smaller. Sharper. I whimpered.
“Too much—fuck—too good—”
He slowed just a second. Let me breathe. Then started again. Slower now. But deep. Grinding. Cock stirring inside me.
“Want more?” he asked.
“Yes—don’t stop—so sweet—”
He pulled out. Set me down. Legs wobbly. He turned me. Bent me over. Hands on the bench in front of us. Ass up. He kicked my feet wider again.
Grabbed my hair. Pulled my head back. Not gentle.
“Look at yourself,” he said.
I did. Mirror right there. Face flushed. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy. Hair a mess. His hand in my hair. Cock lined up behind me.
He pushed in slowly this time. Let me feel every inch sliding in. Then slammed the last bit. I moaned long.
“Fuck—yes—fill me—”
He started again. Hard thrusts. Hair pulling. My scalp stung. I loved it. Pussy dripping down my legs. Wet spot on the floor already.
“Shit—pound me—use my pussy—”
He let go of my hair. Both hands on my hips. Slammed in over and over. Fast. Brutal. My ass jiggled with every hit.
“God—yes—fuck—right there—”
He reached around. Fingers found my clit. Rubbed hard. Fast circles. No soft touch. Just pressure.
“Come again,” he said. “Now.”
I did. Screamed. Body shaking. Pussy gushing around him. Legs almost gave out. He held me up. Kept fucking.
“Fuck—Steve—can’t—too much—”
“One more,” he said.
He pulled out. Turned me. Lifted me onto the bench. Sat me on the edge. Spread my legs wide. Pushed back in. Face to face now.
He fucked me sitting up. Deep. Slow at first. Then faster. My arms around his neck. Nails in his back.
“Look at me,” he said.
I did. Eyes locked.
He thrust hard. Once. Twice.
“Gonna come inside you,” he said.
“Do it—fill me—fuck—”
He groaned. Buried deep. Came hard. Hot spurts. Pulse after pulse. I felt everyone. My pussy milked him. Squeezed tight.
He stayed inside after. Breathing heavy. His Forehead on mine.
I kissed him. A Messy type of kiss. Teeth. Tongue.
“Again?” I asked. Voice wrecked.
He laughed once. Low.
“Give me five minutes,” he said.
He pulled out slowly. Cum leaked out. Ran down my thigh. He wiped it with his thumb. Pushed it back inside me.
“Stay like that,” he said.
I nodded.
We didn’t move far. He sat on the bench. Pulled me onto his lap. Straddled him. His cock soft against my pussy. Still leaking.
His hands roamed. Squeezed my ass. Pinched my nipples. Bit my shoulder again. Light this time.
I rocked slow. Grinding on him. Getting him hard again.
“Fuck—you’re insatiable,” he muttered.
“Your fault,” I said.
He grabbed my throat again. Pulled me close.
“Round four,” he said.
I smiled.
“Bring it.”
He flipped me onto my back on the bench. Legs over his shoulders. Pushed in again. Slow at first. Then hard.
I moaned loud.
“Fuck—yes—give it to me—”
He did.
All night.
No breaks.
Just us.
Sweat.
Cum.
Moans.
Curses.
And he later named the night - Happy ever After