Page 8 of Wicked Winter Night
Eli smirks, noticing my shock. “It’ll fit,” he says, as though he can read my thoughts. The tip glistens with a bead of pre-cum, and my mouth waters. His body is pure muscle. Rock-hard abs connect to a deep V, and I really want to take my tongue and drag it over every hard ridge.
He walks along the side of the bed and kneels onto it, scooting to where his cock hangs just before my face. Grabbing it with one hand, he takes it and taps it against my mouth. “Open, little dove.”
I obey, my pussy clenching at his demands. Without warning, he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and I gag. He pulls out completely and repeats the process. “Fuck, this mouth feels so good,” he growls. Spit glides down the sides of my mouth. Suddenly, he straddles my chest and grabs both sides of my face before he begins his assault, fucking my mouth relentlessly. I focus on breathing through my nose as spit continues to fall down my face. He thrusts a few more times, groaning loudly before looking down into my eyes with his cock still filling my mouth and asking, “Do you trust me?” The fact that he’s asking again means something new is coming, and my thighs clench in anticipation.
I nod, and before I know it, he pinches my nose closed and begins fucking my face again, still holding the back of my head for leverage. I feel utterly and completely used, and my pussy throbs with need. The bitch is begging to be filled at this point. I’m beginning to feel lightheaded when he releases my nose, andI take a huge inhale. My pussy floods with wetness. He allows me one more deep inhale before he plugs my nose again. His cock thrusts in and out, blocking any oxygen from getting in, and my face is a complete mess. Just as my vision starts tunneling, he releases my nose again, more wetness pooling in the apex of my thighs.
“Such a dirty fucking girl, letting me use her like this. Such agood fucking girl,”he growls. “I think my little dove is ready for me.”
He pulls out of my mouth, strings of saliva going with him. He crawls down my body and kneels between my legs again. Then, in one swift movement, he flips my body onto my stomach, and the tether of lights spins with me. Instead of my arms being tied above me, they’re now tied in front of me, still attached to the bed. The little bit of heat emitting from the lights kisses my skin, increasing the pleasure my body is drowning in.
“I’m gonna support your upper body, but I need you to pull your legs under you into a kneeling position,” he directs. He wraps his arms around my stomach and lifts up, allowing me to get my legs under me. I’m in a kneeling position, my back facing him, and he’s kneeling behind me.
“Lift up on your legs and spread a little wider,” he demands. I do as he says, now kneeling in a wide stance.
“Such an obedient little dove,” he coos. Then, he positions himself between my legs, still in a kneeling position. The tip of his cock brushes against my entrance, and my pussy clenches. He leans in from behind me and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fuck this pussy, and I’m not going to be soft. I’m not wearing a condom, but I’m clean, you have my word. Do you understand?” I nod. “Words, little dove.”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I understand.”Thank fuck I’m still taking my birth control.
Then, his cock is stretching my pussy, and the little bit of pain from the stretch quickly turns to pure pleasure as I finally get what I’ve been wanting.
“So fucking tight,” he growls. “So fuckingperfect.”
I clench, which elicits a moan from him, so I do it again, getting the same result.
“Careful. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, and I don’t think you’re ready for this to end, are you?”
“No,” I breathe out. “Please, fuck me.”
“As you wish,” he growls in my ear, and he begins thrusting up inside me, making sure I'm entirely stretched around him before he picks up the pace. The sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room, and he moans in my ear. The walls of my pussy grip him tight, and I know I’m on the brink of another orgasm. As though he can read my body, he snakes a hand around the front and uses three fingers to rub my clit. Using what little leverage I have, being on my knees, I meet him thrust for thrust, slamming down hard on his cock.
“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so perfectly for me. This pussy was made for my cock.”
His words shoot straight to my sensitive pussy, and I pant out, “Faster. Fuck me faster, rub me faster, please.”
“I love hearing you beg,” he responds before doing exactly what I asked.
The familiar tingling sensation builds low in my abdomen before I cry out, “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, Eli. I’m gonna fucking come!”
Still rubbing circles with one hand, he snakes the other up my body and grabs ahold of my throat, cutting off my air again.
“Shatter, baby girl. Give me all of you. I want it. Ineedit,” he growls in my ear, and that is all it takes before something snaps inside of me and warm liquid gushes from my pussy all over hisdick. He releases my throat, taking that hand and bringing it to my nipple, squeezing it hard.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Oh, my fuck, yes! So. Fucking. Good,” I breathe out, still trying to fill my lungs with oxygen.
He thrusts faster, chasing his own release before he grabs my hair and pulls my head back, growling into my ear, “I’m gonna come, baby girl.”
“Yes, please, please give it to me,” I whine, feeling completely high on ecstasy at this moment.
He pumps three more times deep inside of me before he suddenly pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of him. Then, he grabs my hair and shoves my face into the bed, cocking my ass in the air. It happens so fast, I don’t even have time to register it.
He grabs his cock and strokes it two more times before spurts of hot liquid paint my lower back and ass. “Fuck, baby. You look so good covered in my cum.” He pauses for a moment, admiring the scene before him, before he says, “Don’t move.” Then, I hear him walk into the adjoining bathroom, and the water turns on. He comes back a few seconds later with a wet washcloth and wipes his cum off my back, cleaning up every bit of the mess we just made. The coldness of it makes me jump, and it’s then that I realize the sheets are soaking wet.
“I’ve never done that before,” I whisper, feeling a little embarrassed.
“It is the highest compliment. Don’t be embarrassed,” he reassures me. “Let’s get you out of these lights.”
He spends the next few minutes untying me, and then we work together to change the sheets before I find some clothes to wear. It’s only mid-afternoon, so maybe I can convince him to help me grab that tree. While I did my best not to put pressure on my ankle on the bed, it still hurts a bit. I know I’ll need his help if I hope to still have a real tree.