Page 86 of Coming Home Country
It was as if watching it move in and out only heightened the sensation as it dragged along my inner walls, driving me higher with each pump.
“Do you see that?” Tucker rasped in my ear. “Do you see the way your greedy little cunt sucks me back in every time I try to pull out?”
My gasp split the air.
The word was so vulgar, so out of character for my sweet Tucker, but at the same time, it was so fucking hot spilling from his lips that I nearly burst into flames.
His grip on me grew punishing as he let out a loud groan. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Your pussy is strangling my dick after only a few filthy words.”
A hum was all I could manage in response.
“Can’t go slow anymore, Bex. Need to own this part of you, need to hear your screams echoing off the walls, need to feel you come.”
“Yes.” I drew out the word on a long exhale. “Fuck me hard, Tucker.”
In the mirror, I watched his restraint snap. His blue gaze darkened to almost black, the pupils blown wide with lust, a split second before his thick cock picked up the pace, pistoning into me brutally.
The scream he’d wanted clawed its way up my throat. I couldn’t hold it back with the way he hammered against that sweet spot, sparking pleasure that coiled tighter in preparation for the ultimate release.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” Tucker grunted hot in my ear.
When his hand grazed my clit, I shattered. The orgasm that crashed over me was more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced.
Ecstasy burst through every nerve ending, lighting me up from the inside out. Tremors rippled through my muscles; each one pulled taut as I rode out the wave of bliss coursing through my veins. My throat grew raw; I could literally feel my vocal cords being abused, but I was deaf to the noises I knew I had to be making.
Tucker didn’t stop. He kept pummeling my pussy like his life depended on it.
My shaking thighs threatened to give out, unable to hold myself up a moment longer. That’s when he released my torso, letting me slump face-first to the mattress.
But he wasn’t done with me yet.
Fingers dug into my hips, pulling them up before a pillow was shoved roughly beneath them. I clawed at the sheets, desperate to escape the onslaught of a second orgasm building.
I knew I wouldn’t survive it. The first one had nearly destroyed me.
My lungs burned, my shallow breaths barely enough to keep consciousness, let alone voice that it was too much.
Not that it mattered because the way Tucker was going, he wasn’t going to stop for anything. And in some part of my brain, I wanted him to keep going. To ruin my body in a way that would erase the memory of all those who came before him, making it so it would only respond to his touch.
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” His words were strained, uttered through what I could tell were gritted teeth.
He was close, but I had a feeling I was closer.
“You wanted me to make you come, and that’s what you’re gonna get. Over and over until you pass out, and then I’ll wake you up only to start all over again.”
His words tipped me over, and it was all I could do to hold on. Bright lights danced before my eyes as the edges darkened dangerously. The overwhelming pleasure had me holding my breath, but the lack of oxygen only fueled the fire that threatened to burn me alive. A primal scream was ripped from my chest as a third orgasm barreled into me with the force of a freight train.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Tucker warned, his thrusts growing erratic.
My ass was pulled back harshly, and his hips surged forward one final time, fusing our bodies together as a guttural groan signaled his release.
We stayed locked together like that for one heartbeat, then two, before Tucker collapsed, pulling me against his sweaty chest.
“Jesus.” His breath fanned across my cheek.
“Uh-huh.” I panted my agreement.
Life-changing. There was no other way to describe it.
