Page 67 of Cutter's Hope

He slipped out of my pussy and I mourned the loss for only a moment but then we were moving, Cutter striding with some serious purpose and intent up the narrow hall, the cool wood paneling brushing my knees to either side of him as he propelled us towards his bed cupboard where I was pretty sure he had every intention of fucking the last bit of sense I had right out of me for the night.

I was on board, in fact, as soon as he set my ass on the edge of the mattress I made to pull myself back, into the bed. Wrong answer. Cutter wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and pulled me back towards him and the edge.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” he asked, an edge of humor to his tone.

“Not going to finish what you started?” I asked.

“Oh, I always finish what I start, Sweetheart. I’m just finishing it my way.”

He pressed into me from his standing position and I let my arms fall above my head in supplication, back arching. God he felt so damn good. Filling me, stroking all the right places, rough, slow, it didn’t matter this man was every kind of hot and then some and was a god with the way he used his dick. Cutter laughed, a bright rich sound that coated my soul in warmth. Such a sexy sound. I sighed, arching.

“A god, eh?” he asked and I giggled. Had I said that out loud?

He bent over me and kissed my mouth, slipping in and out of me at a sedate pace that just stoked my fires higher.

“Harder, please harder,” I begged, breathless with need. Cutter laughed again, a low, deep, dark chuckle and it was just such a turn on. I mean, his laugh turned me on like nobody’s business and I’d never encountered that before. His hands found purchase at my waist, above my hips, where he held me tightly so that he could drive himself into me andohlike that! Yes, just like that!

I was boneless, voice lilting as I cried out with every deep thrust. It felt so incredible, and every time his body met mine, his cock went just deep enough to bottom out, to bump my cervix and that slight edge of pain was just perfect, giving such a sweet, intense sharp edge to the pleasure building between my thighs, pooling in my lower body. That heavy glow of impending explosive orgasm.

“Oh yeah, you’re close aren’t you, Sweetheart?” his voice was low and intense, I opened my eyes and met his which were positively molten, his expression set in lines of concentration.

“Yeah,” my voice came in a breathy, girly gasp and I didn’t even care. I could be something soft, something feminine and sweet, I could be a woman with Cutter and he wouldn’t hold it against me later when the clothes were back on and I had shit to take care of. He wasn’t like that with me, he was the only one who wasn’t. I liked letting go for him, he made me feel secure enough to do it and that was pure magic on his part.

“Good, I want you to come, I want you to come all over my dick and then I’m gonna make you come again. You like that idea?” he asked, but he wasn’t asking, he was telling me exactly what he was going to do and he already knewexactlyhow his words would affect me.

The sensations coiled tightly in my body sprang free with his words and I cried out, body tightening, shuddering, spine bowing backwards until just my ass and the crown of my head met the sheets. Cutter let out a triumphant whoop and drove up into me with a renewed vigor as my body fluttered and pulsed on the inside.

“God I love the feel of you when you do that!” he cried and he wasn’t about to let it stop. He found my clit with the pad of his thumb, just when I thought I could begin my descent from the clouds, and with some gentle strokes, he brought me again, the pleasure and intensity of it bringing a shout from me. I came again and he made me come at least one more time after that and I had no idea how, but he just kept the orgasmsrolling, until I was completely steamrolled flat in his bed and didn’t care what he did. I think that had been his entire plan in the first place.

He pulled from me, and I knew he was soaked, I felt slick, drenched and it was all because he wrung me out so beautifully. He urged me to crawl up into bed and got up into it with me.

“Not done yet, Sweetheart. On your knees for me, Baby.” I complied and he knelt behind me. He shoved into my soaking cunt and I guess I wasn’t completely out of it because I shoved my ass back at him, meeting his body with mine. I arched low and moaned loud and almost missed it when he opened the cupboard beside him. A plastic clack, the lube was cold between my ass cheeks, against my asshole but I was close to comingyet againso I really didn’t care.

“Tell me if any of this is too much,” he murmured and his voice had gone from demanding, to velvet wrapped steel. Warm and alive, his tone genuinely concerned and loving, I don’t know how… but it somehow added sensation to what was already going on with my body. I squeezed down on him, close, so close and I couldn’t believe it but I wanted to come again so badly.

He teased the pad of his thumb against my asshole andoh wow,close and closer still… and then he pressed in carefully and breached my opening and I came all over again. Hard and fierce I shivered violently, collapsing onto my chest gasping. His thrusting slowed and eased and he rode me out, withdrawing from my body slowly as I shook and quivered a beautiful nerveless mess.

“Ready to try this?” he asked and I could only nod dumbly. He murmured sweet things, encouragement, yes, but also gave me an out, as he continued to play with my body, working me up to the girth of his cock. He really wanted this, the idea really turned him on and admittedly, I had never had a good experience with anal but holy god… this was different. I’d never felt anything quite like this before and it wasgood.A tingling wash swept down my entire body from the back of my neck to the soles of my feet, wrapping around and teasing me from the inside out, sparks of pleasure flitting along my nerve endings like will-o-the-wisps.

He pressed his cock against me and slipped in, stretching, there was a bit of discomfort, my body spasming a time or two around him, trying to adjust. He murmured a suggestion and I obeyed, pushing out against him and he eased his way in, slow, deep and the sound of pleasure that rumbled from his chest had me sighing and relaxing further. He took his time, moved slowly, took such tender care not to hurt me, but it didn’t hurt. It did just the opposite.

“Oh mygod…”I heard myself say but I couldn’t be sure it was my voice. I was in a euphoric haze, like I was riding out the longest, softest, purest orgasm of my life. My whole body floated and it was a little bitter sweet as I recognized that this was one of those moments that sure, subsequent times would be really fucking good, but there was nothing as awesome as yourfirsttime. I recognized that in this, and oh my god, I was determined to enjoy it, to ride this out as long as I could because it felt incredible.

Cutter was amazing. He moved slowly, his stamina beyond fucking compare. He took his pleasure now, at his own pace. From the feel of his long, leisurely, strokes he was in no hurry to come. He would ask how I was doing every once in a while, and I would try to pull it together long enough to moan but I was in that place between worlds now, loving every minute of it.

“Don’t stop, God please don’t stop,” I whispered and he made a satisfied hum, his hands stroking leisurely over my ass, my hips, up my back in a sweeping arch to my shoulders and back to my hips.

“Oh, Baby, oh Hope, I can’t help it, I’m gonna come,” he said, voice breathy and almost as euphoric as my own when I found it. His hips jerked and he came inside me and it felt so, deliciouslydirty. I loved it, he slowly and carefully pulled out and smoothed his hands over my body one more time as I giggled and just sort of keeled over onto my side, panting. My legs were numb from kneeling so long.

Cutter lay facing me and gathered me to his chest, kissing my forehead, which made my eyes drift shut. Reverent, cared for,loved, that was what his kiss made me feel in that moment and it was all I had ever secretly longed for… It was a powerful spell he wove over me.

“Jesus Christ that was good,” he uttered when he had mostly caught his breath.

“Hmmm…” I hummed gently, words were not in my forecast just yet.

“C’mon Baby, let’s get you cleaned up, I’ll change the sheets while you’re in there and tuck you in, wash up myself and be back before you know it.” I nodded reluctantly. It needed to happen, it really did.

“Be right back, let me get the shower heated up for you…”

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