His lips were waiting for me. He kissed me gently, softly. “I told you to not let go of the belt,” he whispered as he slowly pulled back from the kiss, his voice teasing.
I only had the strength to nod. “And you’re a fucking asshole,” I murmured.
“Are you upset?” he asked, but I could tell from his tone he wasn’t concerned.
“No,” I sighed. After a heartbeat, the memory of my foot striking something firm, and his resulting grunt surfaced. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little–”
“I’m so–” I began.
“–but it was worth it,” he continued, speaking over me.
“Where did I kick you?”
“In the chest,” he said, placing his hand over his heart.
“I’m sor–” I began again before his lips covering mine silence me a second time.
“I’m okay,” he murmured as our kiss dissolved, “and like I said, it was worth it.”
Strength was seeping back into me, so I uncurled. His lips returned to mine, his kiss still just as soft and sweet as his first one. I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him more fully to me, the caress of his lips recharging me as I drank deeply from the pleasure of his kiss. I was wiped out, but I wasn’t going to leave him hanging.
“You made a mess,” he growled playfully as our lips parted.
I glanced to where he was looking and saw the large wet spot on the comforter. I didn’t care. At that moment, I didn’t care about anything except feeling him next to me. I pulled his lips back to mine, needing to taste him again.
“Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, that was good,” I whispered as our lips parted.
He sniffed out a brief laugh. “Want some more?”
“No,” I sighed. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He pulled me away from the headboard by the legs, further destroying the already wrecked bed. I opened for him as he positioned himself between my legs, his soft moan as he settled to my depths making me tingle with excitement. Colt was more vocal than most men, and his moans, grunts, growls, and cries of pleasure were sexy as hell.
I didn’t think I could come again after two such hard orgasms back-to-back, but that in no way reduced the pleasure of having him moving inside me, plus I had the added pleasure of being able to focus on him, of watching him begin his climb to his peak of pleasure. He fucked me slow and easy for a long moment, his soft gasps into my neck as he did erotic in the extreme.
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed as he pulled out of me.
“Don’t stop,” I purred as I gripped his ass and tried to pull him back inside.
“I’m going to come.”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered again. “I’m going to come too.”
He groaned as he slid back inside to continue making me his. I could feel the tickle of an orgasm, far away and weak, and I wondered if he could get me there. I was already taken care of, but I knew he cared that I was well satisfied. I was going to use that to flog him so I could watch him struggle as I drove him into rapture. When he was striving to finish me was when he got loud, and that was sexy as shit.
“Ah, fuck!” he snarled as he rose on his powerful arms, his back arching as he ground his wonderful cock deep into me. “You’re going to make me fucking come!”
“Don’t stop. Make me come,” I cooed as I pulled on his ass. I smiled as his face twisted with lust and need. “I want you to make me come.”
He began driving into me harder and faster, his need taking him. “Fuck! Shit! I can’t fucking take it!” he snarled, his face twisted with effort and erotic pain as he slammed himself deep.
“Oh, God! Please! Make me come!” I begged, putting as much breathy desire into my voice as possible as I tried to twist him up with my words. My own orgasm was inching closer, and I wondered if he was actually going to make me come again.
“Fuck!” he snarled as he began pounding into me again.
I reached over my head, grabbed the belt buckle and pulled the length of leather to me. Holding it by the buckle, I flipped the other end over his back, gripped the free end, and pulled it tight. “Make me come! Please make me come!”
“Fuck!” he bellowed, fighting against the pull of the belt stretched across his back as he began pounding into me. With another roar of erotic pain, he seized the headboard with one hand, his body stretched taut over me as he held himself up with his other. “I’m going to fucking come! I can’t hold it! I’m going to come!”
I couldn’t explain why, seeing Colt grab the headboard while ramming his cock deep and holding it there went straight to my pussy. His face twisted with erotic anguish, he shook his head in denial while snarling in defiance. His muscled and toned body stretched tight, it seemed he was reaching for aid to stop his orgasm, straining for a helping hand to save him from his fall into rapture… and it was sexy as fuck!
“Don’t stop!” I begged as I reached for my orgasm.
Holding the headboard, his muscles twisting and rippling under his flesh, he began pounding his wonderful cock into me again. His face twisted in sensual agony, he bared his teeth in as he battled his pleasure, his body beginning to glisten with sweat as he furiously pounded his magnificent cock into me. I moaned softly with his display. This sexy bastard was going to make me come again after all.
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COLT
I was fighting my orgasm with everything I had, trying desperately to last long enough to finish Willow. I didn’t know why, but having her pulling against the belt she’d thrown over my back and across my shoulder was sexy as fuck, and it had nearly pushed me over the edge.
“I’m going to fucking come! I can’t hold it! I’m going to come!” I howled, shaking my head as I tried to fight off my orgasm, my eyes crushed closed as I clung desperately to the headboard I’d grabbed in a hopeless attempt to prevent myself from climaxing while fucking her.
I heard a thump, then what might have been breaking glass. I rammed myself deep and held myself there, panting as I strained to hold my rapture, my eyes still closed as I listened. If I so much as glanced at her under me I’d explode into orgasmic bliss.
“Don’t stop!” she begged softly.
“Did you hear that?” I growled.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she whimpered as she squirmed her hips beneath me.
I waited, unmoving, straining to not come as she writhed on my cock, trying to hear over my ragged breathing and Willows soft sounds of pleasure as she frantically tried to fuck me. I didn’t hear anything else. It was probably Mafic jumping on the kitchen counter or doing something else he wasn’t supposed to. I pulled my hand away from the headboard and began thrusting again, the sudden noise cutting the legs from under my near orgasm. I lowered myself over her and kissed her as I began driving into her again. She returned the kiss with torrential intensity, her overheated kiss reigniting my desires, and my orgasm began its conquering march on me again.
“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck… oh, fuck…” she chanted softly. “I think I’m going to come. I think you’re going to make me come again.” I heard a soft squeak, like someone was on the stairs. I froze, my blood suddenly running cold. Mafic wasn’t heavy enough to make the stairs squeak, and he always went up and down the steps in a pounding gallop anyway. “No!” she wailed softly, spurring me with her heels and grabbing at my ass as she squirmed. “Don’t stop!”