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KINK SHAME? MORE LIKE KINK SAME
FULTON
S hiloh Nguyen is going to send me to an early grave. My girlfriend is going to send me to an early grave.
Fuck, it feels so good to say that.
I can’t believe I thought I could last a night without kissing her. I need to inhale the sweet-smelling perfume clinging to her; I need to hear the honeyed, soft-spoken lilt that always manages to silence the maelstrom in my head; I need to knead her soft skin beneath my calloused fingers.
When we stumble into our hotel room after racing down to the third floor, I get a strange sense of déjà vu as I lick into her mouth, re-memorizing the feel of the lips that were made for me. I’m pouncing on her like a wolf hunting for its mate through pheromones and the forthcoming of a particularly painful rut.
“I need you, Sunshine. Right now,” I whimper, abandoning any last remnants of my dignity as desperation ripples off me in tangible waves. Shiloh’s about to be my undoing, and she’s given me a five percent chance of survival with those humble curves and that hidden paradise between her legs .
A rumble hovers at the base of her throat, and I can feel her grinning against my lips. “A little desperate tonight, are we?”
“ You have no fucking idea. ”
I can never take my time with Shiloh. I don’t have the self-control or the resolution. I want to lay her out like a five-course meal and feast on her body until she’s rendered with paresthesia. Fuck, I need my pants off. I need everything off. It feels like I’m suffocating in my own skin.
With the margins of my resilience wearing thin, Shiloh inadvertently takes the lead when she pushes me up against the wall, clearly oblivious to the fact that she’s just usurped control of the entire situation. Every time she strokes my tongue with hers, she nurses the little bud of pain in my lower abdomen.
My balls tighten and draw up, precipitating a ruthless throb in my cock that’s almost powerful enough to bring me to my knees and turn an atheist into a devout Christian. God, this is fucking torture. This is fucking torture, and Shiloh could never understand the magnitude of her power over me.
Considering she barely needs to do anything to make me take off like a rocket, it’s not surprising that my head is insulated with cotton and the lower half of me trembles uncontrollably. When she rubs her clothed cunt over my erection, I know she can feel just how turned on I am.
Without warning, Shiloh palms the bulge in my pants, squeezing with enough pressure to fish a belly-deep moan out of me—to make me soil the denim with an embarrassingly noticeable wet spot. “Let me take care of you, Fulton,” she purrs, running a manicured finger over the seam that’s doing a piss-poor job of containing my swollen dick.
“Shi, no,” I start to protest—not because I wouldn’t love for her to take care of me, but because I’m the one who should be taking care of her —but my nonsensical words get scrubbed apart by an insistent sanding block .
Seeing as Shiloh’s usually the one to follow the rules, I’m in deep shit when she doesn’t listen to me, instead making quick work of the zipper and pulling my pants down to my ankles. My pulsing cock stands at attention, already leaking pre-cum from the preview her incredible hand gave me. My cheeks blaze with embarrassment as my dick hangs low and heavy from neglect, my belly quivering while Shiloh drags her fingers down the coarse hairs of my happy trail and over the neatly kempt dusting around my groin.
“You don’t want me to make you feel good? I know you want me to. Look at the way your cock’s dripping for me, baby. I’m sorry I’ve neglected it for so long.” She kisses the space beneath my navel, then lowers to kiss the base of my cock, and it jerks against her mouth with a brazenness that mortifies me beyond repair.
“You don’t have to,” I rush out.
Where’s the dominant Fulton who knew exactly how to dirty talk his girl into multiple orgasms? I think the big L-word gave me performance anxiety. Shiloh and I never just fucked for the sake of fucking, but now there’s an added pressure to live up to the promises we made each other.
Shiloh carefully drops to her knees, using the length of her dress to keep from scraping her skin against the hardwood floor. With a straight shot down her chest, I don’t miss the way her tits rise when she sips in a centering breath. “I want to,” she reassures me, dabbing her thumb over the slick emission beading at the tip.
Before I can try and change her mind, her pouty lips seal over the head of my cock, followed by little licks and laves that set off every one of the hypersensitive nerves in my shaft. She slowly inches her way down the length of me—all while keeping her cheeks hollowed in a constant vacuum that milks me fucking dry —and I can feel myself passing the back of her mouth .
My head is unbearably hot, and an inconceivable sense of euphoria pops open an escape hatch in my skull, squirming into brain tissue. “Fuck, Shi. Fuuuck. That’s it. Suck my fat cock like you don’t have a gag reflex,” I moan, wrapping her hair around my knuckles and yanking a little too harshly.
I guess the anxiety finally fled.
Shiloh makes a small, sexy choking noise before obeying me, and she brings her hands up to massage the root with half-powered twists. I’m coddled in a warm, wet heat that I never want to leave, and adrenaline seethes in my belly like the sizzle of embers at the crosshatch of firewood. My hips undulate at a slow pace as I let the tip of my cock lightly tap the back of her throat, her tonsils brushing over the girth widening her jaw. She doesn’t gag, not once.
“You make me feel amazing, you know that? You’re amazing,” I praise, curling my free hand around her windpipe so I can feel where I’m distending her skin. The impression of my cock stretches her throat out, and a possessive, wanton desire crawls up from the shadowed depths of my body, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of all my discarded, shameful wants.
She mewls in appreciation, changing up her technique so she can deliciously distribute some of the pressure in my dick. Then she slips up and down, bobs her head, and drenches every inch of my cock in saliva, a string of spit dangling from her lower lip. She finally pops off after minutes, her breath rocketing out of her in shallow, short, lung-burning wisps.
“I love the way you taste,” she says, corroborating her statement with a swirl of her tongue over the lubrication that pumps steadily from my soaked slit. Wet smacks of her mouth and equally viscous slurps ring out in the spacious suite, loud enough to combat the white noise clogging my molasses-thick head.
“Don’t say that,” I growl.
“Mmm, why not? ”
“Because you’re not ready for the things I want to do to that perfect throat of yours.”
There’s no caution lacing her tone, even though there should be. “You want me to swallow your cum, big boy? You want me to choke on your cock and gag on it like I can’t take another fucking inch of you?”
“I’m not coming in your mouth, Shiloh. I’m abusing it until you can’t even swallow without remembering the way I throat-fucked you. Understand that when I come, it’ll be inside you, and I’ll plug my fingers in your goddamn cunt to make sure none of it trickles out.”
She sits back on her haunches—jaw frozen open in shock for a solid minute—but then, like the vixen she is, she cracks an arrogant grin. “Oh my God. Mr. Cazzarelli, do you have a breeding kink?”
I rub a hand up and down my cock, staring at her with a lust that won’t be slaked until I fill her up with my seed and make that pussy mine . “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
Shiloh swipes her tongue over the leaking tip one last time before standing, then she tips her head back to look up at me, all seductive guile and a matching smile that has my dick begging for release. My shaft’s coated in a thin layer of arousal and her spit, and a deep groan rumbles out of me like the act of an old mountain settling. Now that she’s not stabilizing me by the hips anymore, the tremor in my legs is embarrassingly noticeable.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to play with your food?”
She rises to her tiptoes, prods her tongue against the opening of my lips, and lets me taste myself in a kiss that escalates the warm pressure in my lower abdomen. My thoughts come to a screeching halt, my fingers dig into her sides like I shun even an inch of distance between us, and I moan at the tangy flavor that’s now infiltrating my mouth.
“Maybe you need to spank me for being a bad girl,” she whispers, the musk of my scent thick on her lips.
“Fine by me, but I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
Fuck, consent is so sexy. Shiloh Nguyen is so sexy.
“I’m guessing a condom is out of the question?” she asks with all the subtlety of an earthquake, eyeing my cock like freeing it from a latex prison will have ruinous consequences.
I bristle. “I can wrap it right now?—”
“No, I want to feel all of you. Raw. ”
Fuck me.
As amazing as that sounds, I never want to participate in a kink without the necessary precautions. Especially one as life changing as mine. “Are you sure? Are you on birth control? I just want us to be safe.”
She nods. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry. I’ve never missed a day.”
“That’s all I need to hear.”
Without warning, I turn her around so that her perky ass is facing me, and then I start to slide her pretty little dress down her body, making sure to mark each area of exposed skin with an indulgent kiss. She’s naked within a second, and the sight of her untouched ass cheeks has a line of arousal running straight through my cock.
I yank my shirt off, fighting every animalistic urge inside me not to devour her right here, right now, and drag the flat of my tongue up her crack. “On your knees. Crawl to the bed. Let me watch your ass bounce before I bruise it,” I growl low in my throat—the warning trill of a snake before it strikes.
There’s a minute of hesitation—more so because Shiloh’s the last woman you’d order around and less so because the act itself doesn’t turn her on—and she slowly clambers to her knees, her tits swaying and her pussy spread open as she waits for my go-ahead.
Jesus, fuck.
I firmly grip the root of my cock, pumping it a few times in my hand, though it’s anticlimactically subpar compared to my girl’s talented mouth.
“ Crawl. ”
Shiloh obeys me without a word. There’s not much distance she has to cover, but she starts slow, and I get a clear view of her ass cheeks jiggling with each movement. She’s careful not to put pressure on her kneecaps, but there’s a hitch in her crawling that I don’t miss—and that she emphasizes with a dick-wetting whimper.
Panic nearly welds my throat shut before I realize she didn’t accidentally crawl on something hard, but that her vocalization is due to the rivulet of slick stuck to her inner thighs, glinting in the dull light of the room.
“Shit, Sunshine. You like this, huh? You like being my good girl? I mean, it sure looks like it with your cum gushing down your thighs. That needy pussy is practically begging me to fill her up.”
She continues crawling—unhindered by the stickiness all over her legs—the arch of her spine and the sway of her hips hypnotic to watch, and a responding twitch of my cock confirms that she has about point two seconds before I’m throwing her ass onto the bed. My pulse is doing the quickstep, there’s sweat all over me, and my dick hurts so much that irrigating a fresh wound with saline would be less painful.
Shiloh, thankfully, gets to the bed, and I waste no time striding over to her and slapping her on the ass with enough force to immediately redden the skin. She lurches forward with a stilted moan, grabbing the edge of the mattress with her butt pushed out to me. The sound of flesh-on-flesh peals throughout the room, so deafeningly loud that it resounds off the paper-thin walls. The impression of my hand is already starting to come through—a red, raised, angry mark of authority materializing against her olive skin.
She turns her head to the side, and her raspy tone is diluted with eroticism. “I want you inside me, Fulton. I want you to tell me exactly what you’re going to do to me while I milk your giant cock.”
Since we’re in an optimal position right now with her bent over the bed, I line myself up with her wet entrance, butterfly her legs open, then drag the head of my cock through her abundance of liquid desire. She mewls in ecstasy, the backs of her thighs quivering as she waits for me to sink inside her.
I smack her butt harshly again, this time grabbing its curve and squeezing. “You’re lucky I’m an impatient bastard, otherwise we’d be here for the rest of the night while I spank you over my lap. But I need you, Shi. So badly. I’m not going to survive if I’m not buried between your thighs in the next minute.”
All she does is whine petulantly at my apparent bluff, shifting the weight on her legs while her cunt searches for the traction I’ve been withholding this entire time.
I cease the onslaught on her backside, then move her hair aside so I can whisper in her ear. “I’m sorry. This might hurt, baby.”
I plow into her heat with as much tenderness as I can, sliding myself deeper when I feel that tight ring of muscle stretch around my girth, and it only takes a few pushes until I’m completely seated to the hilt.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her words bending under a helpless weight while she grips the mattress like it’s a matter of life or death.
I know she said she didn’t want me to be gentle, but worry excavates an unfathomably deep hole in my chest. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop? ”
“No, I just…I forgot how incredible you felt inside me.”
Her pussy clenches around me in a silent approval to begin moving, and I do so at a brutal pace, snapping my hips against her ass, feeling the tip of my dick bulge against her cervix. I want to gorge on every moan and scream of my name. I want to pray at the altar between her thighs until my vision’s warped from exhaustion and synesthesia bursts onto the scene in a mosaic of polychromatic colors.
With each thrust, Shiloh’s body jolts forward, her tits recoiling and her ass rippling from the force, profanity rolling off her tongue in some kind of fucked-up compliment. She’s squeezing the life out of me, meeting me each time I go to sheathe myself, and we operate in a positive feedback loop that has one of my arms shooting out to stabilize myself on her shoulder. The springs in the bed are squeaking like crazy, and the headboard slams against the back wall each time we shake the mattress. If I was in my right mind, it would probably be a cause for concern, but I can confidently say, without a doubt, that Shiloh Nguyen’s got me pussy whipped.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Look at how well you take me,” I coo, and even with my stamina, I know I’m not going to last long if she keeps swallowing me deeper.
I grunt through each laborious strain of my lungs, through the harsh constriction of my balls, through the way my stomach double-knots in anticipation. “I can’t wait to breed this greedy pussy until she’s leaking my seed for days.”
“It makes you crazy, doesn’t it? Knowing that I could be yours for eternity? Knowing that you’ve marked your territory?” she taunts.
My free hand comes around her side and splays over the swell of her belly, giving me some added reinforcement while I ravage the aching cunt that’s wrapped around me. “Right here, Shiloh. I’m going to put a baby in you, and I’m going to make sure it sticks. You’re going to look so fucking sexy pregnant. Jesus, you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”
Our position muzzles one of her chuckles. “I’m going to get huge.”
I pound into her with a series of strokes that communicate just how much I love that imagery, and I swirl my pointer finger around her belly button, feeling her abdominal muscles tense. “And it’ll be the hottest thing in the entire world watching your belly get swollen with our child. How beautiful your stretch marks are going to look while you grow. Tell me you want this.”
“Please, Fulton. I want this. I want your cum inside me.”
I snake my hand up to Shiloh’s chest, kneading one of her breasts while she pants from the persistent tug and pull between our bodies. “Don’t even get me started on your tits. You’re gonna pop out of all your bras. I won’t even be able to cup them completely with how big they’re going to get. And every time we fuck, I’m gonna be reminded how full your breasts are of milk,” I tell her, using my finger to rub circles over the hardened peak of her nipple. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me suck on your nipples? Let me drink your milk?”
A broken “yes” whooshes out of her, and each rut of mine begins to taper into a sloppy mess, my deluge waiting to spill into her womb and stuff her full. She’s just as close as I am, and I’m about to make good on my promise to her.
“Louder,” I demand.
“Yes, Fulton. Fuck, yes!” she cries, clenching around my cock so hard that stars begin to freckle my vision. “I want to be full of you. I want everyone to know how you bred my pussy. I want everyone to know that I belong to you.”
“You’re wrong. I belong to you . I always will.”
Shiloh’s my shining light. She led me through a bleak, desolate landscape of loneliness, and I did the first smart thing by letting the purity of her spirit guide me out of the encroaching darkness. Whether we end up having a family or not, she’s stuck with me for the rest of her life.
I bump that sensitive spot inside her, and the way she surrenders herself completely brings me to a fever pitch that I never thought was humanly possible. The mere notion that she’s reshaping around my length drives me up the goddamn wall.
“Come for me, Sunshine. You’re almost there. You’ve been so good for me, so obedient. Let me feel you fall apart, and I’ll show you just how thankful I am.”
And then, straddling the line of no return, Shiloh blooms instead of shatters, a rush of her cum enveloping my cock and exiting the sliver where I’ve notched myself inside her. The warm, wet feeling is enough to make me orgasm, and it sends me flying over the edge instead of falling.
I empty myself in her pussy—one abundant stream of cum after another—squirting against her walls with so much force that it depletes my body of all energy. And to my utter horror, my last thrust must’ve been hard enough to shift the bed because there’s a sudden, earth-shuddering crack.
The temporary sanctuary we’ve sought gives out beneath us, pillows and sheets flying in every direction. It happens too quickly for me to move Shiloh, so we both end up slipping down the mattress that’s now wedged between the wooden frame of the bed—one that I can see has splintered down the middle.
I quickly pull out of her, so shocked that I don’t know whether to panic or laugh.
Oh my God. We just broke the bed. That has to be grounds for a lifetime ban from the hotel, right?
Shiloh glances between me and the mess we’ve made, unable to hide her snickering. “Did we seriously just break the bed?”
I’m about to respond to her—even though my thoughts are scattered like windblown leaves—but the feeling of something wet drips down to where my knees are tucked into the mattress. With Shiloh’s body farther up on the bed than mine, I look to her as the unspoken culprit, seeing a steady trickle of my cum dribbling out of her pussy.
Those tiny snickers transform into full-blown pig snorts, and she covers her mouth with her hands, as if that could muffle their volume.
Noise complaint? Check. Broken property? Check. We’re two for two. Three strikes and we’re out. It’s a good thing that the wedding is tomorrow.
All I do is roll my eyes good-naturedly, showing her my eyeteeth. “I guess we’re just gonna have to keep trying for a baby.”