Chapter 27 27: Chrissy NSFW

Chapter 27 27: Chrissy NSFW
The way he touches my body is akin to an out-of-body experience. My head is fuzzy with every touch, like im drunk. He traces his hand over my rolls like every inch was made just for him. His tongue and teeth scrape my nipples while he grinds against my clut and moans.
Gods, I love a man that moans! No need to worry if he’s pleased; it's clear that he is.
I let my hands stroke his many muscles, my eyes going from being spread wide with surprise to hooded with desire every other second. He feels like velvet over obsidian. His edges could be sharp enough to cut, but for me, he is soft. I want nothing more than to spread my legs and pull him between them so I can feel his length against me like I did last night. 
The sun is coming up outside, illuminating the lower buildings of the city in orange. We watch it together as I beg him to take me. Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he pulls my legs farther apart and settles the tip of his cock at my core.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks, only gentle care in his voice and not an ounce of accusation. 
I’m certainly blushing like one, but no. “No, Luther, and I don't need you to be soft and gentle. I need you to fuck me, and now”.
He laughs, leaning back with one hand on his cock and his other running through his shaggy hair. He gives me a devilish smirk right before he goes to retort, but instead his thrusts his cock deep inside me.
I inhale sharply, back arching as I cry out in divine pleasure. I've had bigger, but Luther feels made for me. He hits every inch of me without trying, but also without any pain at all. 
“Oh, Luther!” I scream, digging my nails into his arms while he fucks me at the perfect pace and pressure. I lift my hips and match his pace for pace.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good!” he groans, rolling his head on his shoulders. 
I watch his abs ripple with every artistic thrust and moan madly, stroking his stomach and trying my best not to drool.
“Cum for me, baby,” he demands.
I shake my head, it’s too soon as good as it feels, but then he angles his hips to hit more in an upwards position, and I swear my eyes cross when I scream out in pleasure and cum almost immediately.
“Good girl,” he croons, flipping me over and thrusting in me even harder once im on my knees.
My body is still spasming with orgasm as he begins again, this time I feel him hit my cervix with each thrust. I’m screaming wildly, already rolling into another orgasm impossibly fast. I can't hold myself up; I can barely catch a breath. I am drooling now, every slap of his balls on my wet clit threatening to make me cum over and over.
“That’s a fucking good girl,” he growls, leaning over me and winding his fist in my hair. “Do you like this?”
I try to nod, but his grip is too tight. I try to speak, but another orgasm tears through me.
“How—possible?” I pant.
“Because you’re fucking mine…” he growls directly in my ear.        
“Yes, I fucking am.”
He growls possessively and begins kissing my shoulders, before he sinks his teeth directly into the bite from Damien and erases his mark from me forever.
“Mine, my luna,” he grumbles around my flesh.
It doesnt hurt with him, it feels like he’s penetrating me everywhere, and I cum again. At this point im sure his bed is soaked, but Luther shows no sign of backing down.
He slips out of me without warning and lies down beside me, picking me up like I weigh nothing and spreading me over his hips. “Finish where you left off,” he demands.
“Oh, yes, please!” I put my hands on his pectorals and hover over him so he can slip inside. “Oh, Lither, this is better than I imagined.”
“You are better than my wildest dreams, Chrissy.”
I blush all the way to my nipples, and he rises and sucks them while maintaining eye contact. All I can do is moan and pant and ride him for dear life. 
“Fuck, I love this. I love you,” I declare.
“I love you too, Chrissy.” 
“Why is this so good? How do you know how to do this…?” I can barely string words together as I ride him, each time he hits my cervix, tingles run up my spine, and my brain bursts with the pleasure.
“It’s good because we’re made for each other, baby. We’re fated, built to fit. Its destiny,” his voice is husky, his movements becoming more frantic. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last.”
“Oh, is it too good, baby?” I tease, clamping down my inner walls around him. I’m getting so excited by the idea that I’m making him lose control. My mind screams FINISH HIM like an old arcade game.
“What? What did you just do?” he pants, face getting red.
“You’ve heard of belly dancing?” I roll the walls of my vagina, clamping down at the entrances and rising on him slowly before slamming down.
“Fuck me,” he pants. 
“Working on it!” I giggle and lean forward, cupping his chin and taking a possessive kiss. “Give me what I want,” I demand, and let loose.
His moaning becomes uncontrolled, his body jerking wildly with his eyes wide as saucers. “You can’t be real, this is too fucking amazing. How do you do that?’
“Practice, Keagals, the deep-seated need to get that cream pie I so desperately want.”
“Oh, you’re going to get it, alright,” he growls and flips me over, pinning my hands above my head and kissing me fiercely. “Keep doing that magic vagina woo woo shit!!”
I laugh and buck up against him, rolling my hips and my vagina muscles in time with his every thrust. I can see im losing control, can feel his cock hardening as he spasms, fighting for control.
“Cum in me, Luther!” I demand, biting at his chin playfully.
His eyes dilate and flare gold before he throws his head back and roars with pleasure.
His cum is so hot, so much, that I scream out my own orgasm even as I feel it dripping out of me. He keeps going, and I keep cumming, rolling through the orgasm with him.
He finally takes a deep breath after holding it for too long and collapses on me, breathing heavily. “That was…best…”
“The best you’ve ever had? Me too, my love, me too.”