Page 29 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
He owns every breath I take and release.
Pinning my back to the wall, the cold tiles shock my system but only raise my blazing wanting. Eyes fixated on each other, he rubs his cock along my wet folds, tickling my clit with the collision of the metal. A delicate sound exits my chest as he lines the head at my opening and inch by delicious inch, he pushes his length back inside me.
“You feel so goddamn good, mmm.” He groans.
Cadence moans wash the scene.
The man is everywhere, writing his vicious thoughts on my neck and collarbone, nipping at every available spot of flesh he scouts. Feeling more comfortable in our position, he drills inside me.
I’m swimming into each pump of his cock as he’s going in and out in rapid motions that are causing me to inhale big chunks of oxygen otherwise all air will flee my body.
“Luka.” Each syllable of his name is paradise.
I trail my hands across his solid chest feeling a hard object under my touch. A silver bar piercing his nipple, I tug at it, playing with it between my fingers.
“You have no idea what that does to me.” He grunts the words out.
I think I have some kind of an idea.
I love the feel of his flawless body around me. The tightness. The scent of his woodsy masculinity. I’m drowning in it as he thrusts in me again and again.
“Do you like it rough?” he asks between labored breaths.
I didn’t know, not until now, and not rough like this. I like it with him. He knows how to maneuver me around to his liking and for my gain. Shaping and forming his blank canvas into the art he sees reflecting underneath.
“I do. Don’t stop.”
“Wildflower, I won’t even if my life depended on it.” His thrusts then become merciless.
“Have you been taken like this before? Against the bathroom walls, hell seeps in from the cracks, striking some sense into that pretty mind.”
No. I wanted to. Asked. Begged. But I’ve been shut down so many times for my kinks that I hated asking again.
One time, I’ve been called a deviant whore, and not in a fun way, in a way meant to offend me. Needless to say, the fucker was out the door before the night even began.
Some people will try to knock you down for liking what you like.
Fuck them.
Not Luka, though. He sees right through me. He peels my layers from the inside out, if possible. This man is a well of wonder. And all I want to do is dive into the depths of him.
Gripping my thighs, carefully on my tatted one, he angles his cock in just the right spot that draws the scream out of me.
“That’s it, scream for me.” He slides me up and down his length repeatedly until my vision blurs and resuming to thrust rapidly within the deep unreachable button, he reaches it with flying colors.
Fuck, he likes it rough. It feels like he punctures my lungs. A good kind of pain though.
My pussy clamps around his swelling cock, bathing in his warmth, grasping his manhood like a lifeline.
I can feel my upcoming orgasm coming like a wrecking ball. He jerks inside me and I know he’s close too.
He rolls his hips perfectly, rounding laps that ignite my tailbone to push and meet him.
“Take a deep breath.” He slides himself deeper, every inch of him is buried in the depth of me. The friction of the piercing and the hellbent will to pleasure me is prime material. He knows how to roll his hips at the right angle to vanquish my pussy.
Tears well in my eyes, the feeling of this intense pleasure that breaks the walls I built around myself. The chemistry we share is insane. Nothing like I have ever experienced before. Not in this lifetime.
Another deep thrust rattles my core.
