Page 78 of Iron Hearts

He gripped his cock, and stroked it with his fist, and it was the first real, unabashed, un-obfuscated look that I got of Striker and the long, lean, muscular nude front of him.

Fuck, he was hot. My blood heating as I watched the temperature rise in his eyes. I loved the way he looked at me, letting his eyes devour me from my head to my toes, staring at my tits with reverence, following the hourglass curve of my body to my hip before settling hungrily on where I played in my own wetness at his command.

He reached into the bedside table’s drawer and pulled out a condom, ripping open the packet with his teeth and rolling it on.

I watched, squeezing and rolling a nipple between my other set of fingers while I plunged the other set up inside me.

“Oh, fuck… Rarity,” he groaned and he collapsed over me, and lined himself up with my opening.

I pulled at his ass, trying to get him to put himself in but he resisted, going slow, and once he pushed in just beyond the entrance to my pussy, I realized why.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his cock pushed on the plug in my ass, making me feel even more impossibly tight.

He worked himself back and forth a little and grunted, pulling out.

“On your hands and knees, baby,” he ordered, and I obediently rolled onto all fours.

He put his thumb against the jewel in my ass and I gasped at the sensation of the larger plug moving inside of me, and then his cock was pressing in again.

I moaned, groaned piteously, and arched my back low, pressing my stomach and tits to the bed, offering myself up to him and begging silently for more. God, I neededmore.

I needed that thick cock inside of me, pressing against that plug, filling me, stretching me impossibly large, it felt sogood. I needed it, I wanted it, that buildingpressure, that full feeling like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was so, so, good – it hurt, vaguely, but I adored it. Loved it. Was more than willing to take it for Striker who seemed to hit the mark with me in every fucking way – he pushed into me and bottomed gently out against the end of me, and hissed out from between clenched teeth.

“Fuck you’re so fuckingtight, baby girl. My cock fits sonice.Are you good?”

I panted from the extremely full feeling and not trusting my words, just nodded rapidly, and held back my hands making grabby hands motions to indicate I wanted more.

He laughed, grasping my hips and pulling out, quickly putting his thumb back on the jewel in the plug to keep it in my ass as he struck a thrusting rhythm andoh God yeah.

It was a lot, not going to lie. It was like,a lot, a lot,but I wasn’t willing to cryunclejust yet. It was intense, bordering on painful, but –

I cried out when one thrust went particularly deep and more than a little astray to the point it didn’t feel good, it just plainhurt,and without pausing, without missing a beat, he took his hand away from the anal plug, kept thrusting, and the plug popped free. He threw it down on the floor, replaced both hands on my hips, and slowed way down into slow, sensual and much more even, much less frantic strokes.

I panted, relaxed some into the mattress, and took what he gave me and that sharp, momentary pain faded into oblivion, swept away on a blissful wave.

“Oh, God, oh, Daddy, oh,yes!” I cried and he slowly worked his pace back up.

I reached a hand between my thighs and played with my cunt, feeling his slide in and out of me, listened to the music our bodies made, and teased my clit; ramping up the pleasure once again, knowing that when I came this time, with Striker so deep inside of me, that I was going to be absolutelyspent.

I was okay with that. Ineededthe oblivion that only his touch could bring, and I was positivelydesperatefor it. Ready for it. Needing of it in a way I’d never needed anything before.

I was vaguely aware of my mouth making feral noises, of sound pouring from my throat, and I knew they were words – but I was wholly ensnared by what Striker was doing to me to the point that when I did come? It was screaming his name as lightning crackled outside and the stars themselves fell from the sky, streaking behind my eyelids as a pleasure so pure burned through me, scorching me from the inside out.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Striker…

“Oh, God, oh, Daddy, oh, yes!” she cried, and her pussy was doing that thing. That thing where she was growing hot around my dick, her muscles tightening up around me, making it harder to press in and pull out, but I put some more power into my thrusting, my thighs burning, my hips flexing, and I knew I was hitting everything just right, because her cries amped up, echoing back off of the ceiling and slamming into my chest, urging me on faster, harder, stronger.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes,yes!” she cried, and her voice was pure operatic fantasy, reaching a crescendo and descending into animalistic and feral cries thatGod, fuck, yes -sent me right over the edge with her.

I pulled her back onto my cock as I let loose inside the condom inside her, her body rhythmically gripping and draining me, her body collapsing forward onto her stomach, and I wasn’t ready to pull out – so I collapsed right along with her, over her back, pressing her into the covers, and lacing my fingers with hers, holding her down, kissing her shoulder as her ass rose and fell and she moved me inside of her, just like she couldn’t hold still and it wasso good.

I hummed in appreciation, and nuzzled behind her ear, breathing her in deeply, the scent that was sweet like cotton candy.

“I think I’m done,” she gasped. “No more, I can’t take any more.”

I laughed and felt a frisson of pride split my chest wide open.

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