Page 86 of He Sees You
I do, raking my nails across his pecs while he unzips his pants, freeing his cock.
It's massive, veined and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum.
I wrap my hand around it, stroking firmly from base to tip, feeling it pulse in my grip.
He thrusts into my fist, grunting, but then pulls away, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Look at me," he orders, and I do, our eyes locking as he slams into me in one brutal thrust.
My pussy stretches around his girth, the burn exquisite, filling me completely.
I scream, the sound echoing off the cabin walls, but it's pleasure-pain, the kind that binds us.
He doesn't give me time to adjust, pulling out almost all the way before pounding back in, his hips snapping against mine.
The rug shifts under us with each thrust, my ass sliding against the fur as he fucks me deep and hard.
His hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly to angle deeper, hitting my cervix with every drive.
"Fuck, your pussy’s so tight," he groans, leaning down to bite my shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to break skin.
Blood wells up, warm and metallic, and he licks it away, tasting me like he tasted justice earlier.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my heels digging into his back.
"Harder," I gasp, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slamming together in a rhythm born of violence and need.
Sweat slicks our skin, the fire's heat making it steam off us.
I can feel every inch of him dragging against my walls, the friction building that coils in my belly tighter and tighter.
He shifts, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider.
The new angle lets him grind against my clit with each plunge, and I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave of fire.
My pussy spasms around his cock, milking him as I cry out, nails clawing down his back, leaving bloody trails.
"Yes, fuck yes!" I scream, my vision blurring with the intensity.
But he doesn't stop, doesn't let me come down.
He flips me over onto my stomach, the rug soft against my cheek as he yanks my hips up.
"Ass up," he commands, and I arch my back, presenting myself to him.
His hand comes down on my ass cheek, the slap echoing, leaving a red handprint over a bruise.
The sting makes me moan as I push back against him.
He spreads my cheeks, spitting on my asshole before rubbing his thumb over it. "You want this too?" he asks, voice dark with possession.
I nod, pushing back further. "Take it all. I'm yours."
He groans, pressing the head of his cock against my pussy again, but then slides it up, teasing my tight ring.
No, wait—he thrusts back into my pussy first, fucking me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit.
One hand fists my hair, pulling my head back as he rails me, the other reaching around to rub my swollen clit.
