Page 62 of Wood Riddance
“Fuck me like you mean it.” I moaned, lifting up my hips to give him better access.
“No, I’m going to fuck you like you deserve,” he said, dropping his hips to my pelvis so his dick brushed against my sensitive clit. “Thoroughly, and with no mercy. And when you’re coming on my cock for the third time, I promise you this: you’ll be ready to admit that you don’t hate me. You’ll know then that I’m the only man who could ever do this to you.”
What was with all the talking? I could be orgasming right now. “Third time? Cocky much?”
Granted, I’d previewed the goods during our strip axe-throwing tournament. He certainly had a reason to be cocky, but there was no way I’d stroke his ego by saying as much. Expert head excluded, I still couldn’t rule out the possibility that he was terrible in bed. Guys with big dicks always were. They thought that their size meant they didn’t have to put in effort.
But then he pushed inside me, and a gasp escaped me before I could clamp my mouth shut. His self-satisfied smirk made me wish I could take it back, but then I was too busy trying to get control of my limbs to care. Finn was filling me so completely and expertly that I was already pulsing around him.
And then he moved, his arms bracketing my head and his large body ranging over mine. The sight of his tense shoulder muscles was enough to make me clench around him. He was so hot and so in control. Each stroke was strong and even. Not wild. Not erratic. Deliberate. With purpose. As if he was carefully priming me for something spectacular.
He trailed his lips along my neck, biting and kissing all my secret spots, murmuring curses and praises as he went. And I could feel it. The early flutters as I gripped him with my inner muscles and let the first waves of pleasure wash over me.
“Harder,” I cried, bucking my hips to meet him.
And then I was lost. Soaring and flying and screaming his name as everything faded into the background. All of the reasons this was such a bad idea melted away as my body convulsed beneath him, shaking with pleasure. He was still going, making me feel things in places I wasn’t sure existed in my body.
“Good,” he breathed, looming over me. “That was your warmup round.”
“Excuse me?” I squawked, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. As annoyed as his comment made me, I hadn’t properly recovered yet. “You do not get to render an opinion about my orgasms.”
“Yes. I certainly do. That was insulting. Barely a tremor. I can do better.” He dropped back down and thrust harder.
I bit my lip to hold in another moan. It did feel so damn good.
“Hey,” I said, annoyed at how good he was at this. “It was nice.” Figured I’d bring him down a peg or two.
He stopped and looked me dead in the eyes. “Nice? Oh, She-Ra, now I’m going to have to fuck all the nice right out of you. I want you grunting and shrieking incoherently. I want you so gone that the only word you can utter is my name.”
Before I could protest, he was pulling me up to my feet. He spun me around and slapped my hands on the table. “Use this for leverage,” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.
I was naked and blissed out but also on edge. Maybe he was right. Maybe I had another in me.
He pressed his hand to my back between my shoulder blades and pushed until my body gave in and I bent forward. I didn’t argue, and I stayed where I was, but I peered over my shoulder when he didn’t immediately enter me again. Behind me, he lightly trailed his fingers down my spine. The other hand was wrapped tight around his cock. His eyes were drinking me in from head to toe.
Though my legs trembled in anticipation, I forced a sneer. “Are you going to use that monster dick, or should I put my clothes back on?”
He responded with a hard smack to my ass cheek that lit up every one of my nerve endings. I dropped my head between my shoulders and shuddered. I stayed like that as he lined himself up, and I let out a long, low moan as his hand landed on my other cheek and the crack echoed through the building.
“You have the perfect pussy,” he said, grabbing my hips and roughly pushing inside me. “It’s wet and warm and so delicious. And you look incredible taking my cock. So beautiful.”
He slammed into me then, and I gripped the table hard to keep from losing my balance. Every throbbing, rock-hard inch of him was buried inside me, causing my pussy to clench and my core to ignite. The flames of desire instantly caught and burned hot. It was inevitable. I was on the brink, ready to come again. I wanted to hold back, just to spite him, but it felt too good.
“Is this the best you can do?” I taunted weakly, barely able to get the words out. My pulse was racing and my entire body was aching for release.
“Shh,” he said, trailing his fingers down my spine again. The gentle caress was at odds with the violent way he fucked into me. “Take it. Take every inch. You’re clinging to me, and I love it. I’m not stopping until you come so hard you can’t stand up.”
His fingers trailed past my tailbone, down the cleft of my ass, and came to rest gently on my back door. He stroked me, then applied firm pressure.
That was all it took to incite full-body tremors. My orgasm detonated like an atomic bomb, and I lost all control. I screamed his name, bucking up against him and clawing at the table. Every cell in my body was on fire as the pleasure washed through me in waves. He didn’t let up. Relentlessly, he filled me with every thrust, dragging my orgasm out. This was one for the record books, both in duration and intensity.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, spanking me again. “Keep squeezing me. Keep going. God, this feels so good. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“Let go.” I moaned, my face pressed against the cool metal table. “I want you to lose control. Please.”
He gripped my hips so hard I knew I’d have bruises. But it only made me more desperate. He was in control. He was manhandling me and fucking me senseless. And I loved it.
Within seconds, his thrusts became erratic. Then he went rigid, letting loose inside me. It was strangely thrilling. He continued to thrust, jerky and uneven, and I reveled in it, feeling every single tremor.
