Page 25 of The Wickedness of Man

He buried his face against my neck and pushed as deep as he could go, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from my lips. There was a sweet, delicious ache in me. It felt so right to be held like this… to have such a feeling of fullness.

“I don’t want this to end,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t?—”

“I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to,” he said, kissing the side of my jaw, my neck.

He thrust faster, and the sensation between us built; pressure and warmth spilled from my core, eliciting another low moan from Caleb. He was invading me, and yet my body urged his on for more. Each time he pulled out, I subtly shifted my hips, moving to accept the entirety of his girth, relishing as he pushed all the way inside until I literally couldn’t hold anymore of him.

Pleasure rose like the tide as he increased the pace, fucking me harder, faster, drawing sounds out of me I’d never heard myself make before, and I had absolutelynocontrol over them. I felt his climax building; felt the strange, connective sensationbetween us change from a pleasant thrum into an insistent demand. His, or mine, I wasn’t sure.

“I’m getting close,” he said in a ragged whisper. “Fuck, I’m so close?—”

The vibratory pulse between us tightened like a drawn bowstring. Caleb moved even faster, his cock throbbing within me. I rode inside of the pleasure, abandoning my body and senses to lose myself to the way his swelling need threatened to explode within me.

“Magda,” he gasped, eyes losing focus. “I… won’t be able to stop… I’m… going to cum?—”

My eyes snapped open of their own accord and I met his gaze, and I held his face in my hands. The energy between us grew insistent as our joint climax became ever more inevitable.

“Not yet,” I said quietly. “I still need to feel you inside of me.”

He cried out, shivering, agonized with pleasure as I held back his orgasm. I couldn’t understand how I was doing it; I didn’t even know where his body ended and mine began, but I tried my best to keep the finale at bay, just for a little longer. Just a little more… I knew it was greedy, but I didn’t care; I didn’t want him to stop. The orgasm building in my lower abdomen was making me lose my grip on things; I felt my control slipping away.

“I’m coming,” he panted, “I can’t stop?—”

“Don’t stop,” I cried in desperation. “Please, don’t stop?—”

He wrapped his arms around me, and with a last final shout of feral pleasure, he came. The hot rush of his seed swelled inside my core;filledme;took away an awful, gnawing hunger I hadn’t known was there. He emptied into me, riding along the waves of his own pleasure until it felt like there couldn’t possibly be any more room. Just before I thought my insides might burst, hot liquid slipped pleasantly out of me, overflowing around where his cock still pulsated inside of me.

Our fluids ran together down my thighs and buttocks, alleviating some of the pressure within and leaving me purring at the seductive spill of it trailing along my skin like the touch of a lover. I wrapped my arms around Caleb’s shoulders, languishing in the sensation of him, still so hard, still buried inside of me. The pressure of his body resting on top of mine was like a weighted quilt, dragging me downward into sleep.

“My legs are shaking.” I panted as my left leg flopped to the side and tried to move the other one, but it was still hooked around his muscular thigh. “I don’t know if I can get up?—”

“No, don’t,” panted Caleb, lifting his head to meet my eyes. There was a deviant hunger in his gaze that made my stomach flip like it had been fired out of a cannon. He kissed me. “I don’t think I’m done. If you keep moving, I might…”

I offered a coy smile. “Oh? Do you mean if I keep…” I rotated my hips, squirming beneath him, and Caleb’s eyes slid closed. I felt his cock twitching, and excitement raced through me. “Is that better, Caleb?”

“Fuck…!” he growled. The sound was a deep, animalistic rumbling in his throat that caught my breath and sped up my heart. “You’re going to make me?—”

I grabbed his ass with both of my hands and pulled him closer to me, tilting my hips and spreading my legs until he slid fully inside of me once more. I was ready for more playful banter, but Caleb grabbed my shoulders and began to thrust into me again. The motions were rough; his grip on me was tight, but the rougher he handled me, the more of it I wanted.

He brought one of my nipples between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make me whimper and go still beneath him. I was so wet now from the combination of our sex that each time I moved even a little, I slid easily along his cock, which was still almost unbearably stiff. I could feel his need; his desire…I could sense how badly he wanted to take me, and oh, how I wanted him to.

He groaned, closing his eyes as I bucked against him; increased the pressure with his teeth until a yelp escaped me and I forced my hips to stop moving.

As he held us still, I sensed somethingmorefrom him. There was some deep, animal instinct he was trying to keep at bay. I sucked in sharp breath as I realized how close to the surface that beast was. This animalistic part of him excited me, but I remained still until he’d released my nipple and sent a tongue stroking along it as if to heal the bite marks left by his teeth. He leaned back onto his knees, but we were still joined, and I felt every eager twitch of his cock inside of me. I raised myself up on my elbows.

“Do you want to… stop?” I asked, unable to hide the disappointment from my voice.

The thought of losing this sensation when I’d finally experienced it was unbearable, but I began to shimmy my hips backward and pull away from him.

Caleb reached out quick as a striking snake and grabbed my waist, squeezing me pleasantly tight and keeping our bodies conjoined.

I gasped as he repositioned himself and lifted me from the bed, yanking me upright so that I was straddling his lap. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest as I wrapped my arms behind his neck and my legs around his waist. He held me close, hands on my ass as he held me slightly aloft, still partially inside of me. He licked his lips as he slowly settled me back down onto his cock, and I moaned when he was inside of me fully once more, wriggling eagerly against him until he dug his fingers into my hips to keep me still.

I trembled at the look in his face. It was all pure hunger—there was a savagery in his eyes that sent a shiver of anticipationdown my spine. I probably should have been afraid, but the need within me was burying every instinct that told me to stop.

“Who said,” he murmured in a low rasp, kissing me hard enough to bruise, his stubble scratching my cheeks, “that I wanted to stop?”

He lifted me up about half an inch off of him, then lowered me down again. I moaned as his length stretched me.

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