With a groan, Harrison pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my juices. He removed the condom, the sight of it making me feel oddly empty. He stepped away for a moment, and I watched in the mirror as he tied it off and tossed it into the wastebasket. The mundane act was a stark contrast to the intensity of our coupling, and it brought a sense of reality to the room that was almost jarring.
As he approached the bed again, I couldn’t help but notice that he was still rock hard, the tip of his cock a dark shade of red from our earlier exertions. “What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation.
His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my slick opening. “I want to feel all of you,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “I need to be inside of you without anything between us.”
The panic grew in my chest as he pushed inside, the feeling of him bare and uncovered a new kind of intimacy that I wasn’t ready for. “But, but…” I stammered, my thoughts racing.
“Shh,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cover my mouth. “You’re mine, Emma. I’ve claimed you. It’s only right that I fill you with my seed.” His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, and the fear began to give way to something else, something dark and deliciously wrong.
With one final push, he was fully sheathed inside of me, his bare cock pulsing deep within my pussy. I could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin, the velvety softness of his head. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and the thought of him cuming inside of me was both terrifying and exhilarating.
He began to move again, his strokes deep and sure. The feeling of skin on skin was an intense pleasure, one that had me squirming beneath him. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, the base of his cock teasing my clit with every movement.
The room was filled with the scent of our passion, the air thick with the musk of desire. As he moved inside me, the friction grew more intense, each stroke a silent declaration of his ownership. His eyes never left mine in the mirror, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I was the only woman in the world.
He reached down and grabbed my hips again, pulling me onto him as he pushed into me. I could feel his cock swelling, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. The pleasure was building, a crescendo of sensation that I knew was going to shatter me.
His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged in my ear. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, the words a declaration of his victory.
I could feel it, the tension in his body, the way his cock swelled and pulsed inside of me. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, my body was responding to him, my pussy tightening around him, begging for his release.
The fear had been replaced by something else now, something more primal and all-consuming. The need to feel him come inside of me, to know that he had claimed me completely, was overwhelming.
Harrison’s grip on my hips grew tighter, his movements more frantic. His breath was hot on my neck, his teeth grazed my skin as he bit down lightly, a silent demand for more. I could feel my orgasm approaching, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown me in its wake.
My own moans grew louder, mixing with the slap of skin and the creak of the bed. His hand moved from my hip to my ass, his thumb tracing the line of my cleft before sliding down to my clit. The pressure was unbearable, a sweet torment that had me bucking back against him.
“Cum for me, Emma,” he growled, his voice a mix of lust and demand. “Cum for your master.”
I didn’t need the prompt. My body was already on the edge, and the mere sound of his voice was enough to send me over. My pussy clenched around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over me, my entire being focused on the feeling of him inside of me.
Harrison’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breath hitching as he approached his peak. His hand on my clit was a blur of motion, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure. And then, with a final, guttural groan, he filled me with his warmth, his cum spilling into my quivering depths.
The feeling was indescribable. I had never been so filled, so claimed, so utterly consumed by pleasure. My body responded to him, my pussy contracting around his cock in an attempt to keep him inside, to never let him go.
As he emptied himself into me, I felt a strange sense of belonging, as if my body had been made for this moment. His cum was warm and thick, a testament to his dominance over me. I could feel it leaking out around his shaft, trickling down my thighs as he continued to pump in and out, his orgasm seemingly endless.
Finally, he stilled, his chest heaving with exertion. He leaned over me, his body a heavy, delicious weight that I didn’t want to escape. For a moment, we remained like that, joined in the most intimate of ways, our hearts pounding in unison.
Then, with a soft sigh, he pulled out, his cock slipping from me with a wet sound that made me whimper. He rolled off of me, collapsing onto the bed beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist to keep me close.
The room was silent, the only sounds the steady beating of our hearts and our ragged breathing. For a moment, I was lost in the afterglow, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Then, I felt it. A gentle pressure against my forehead as Harrison kissed my forehead . It wasn’t a kiss of passion, but one of tenderness. It was almost innocent in the aftermath of what had just happened. He buried his face in my chest, his breath warm against my skin. It was a stark contrast to the fiery heat that had just been between us, but it was no less powerful.
My heart swelled, and I found myself wrapping my arms around him, holding him close. He felt so good, so right in my embrace. The scent of our combined sweat and sex was a heady aphrodisiac that made me want to pull him closer, to never let him go. But there was something else in that kiss, something that went beyond mere physical attraction.