The orgasm hit me hard, and I slammed my thighs shut around his forearm and rolled my hips, a gush of liquid coating my thighs as I screamed out his name.
“Fuck, that’s it.” As soon as I collapsed back, he was covering me again with his massive body, his hairy chest abrading my sensitive nipples, skin hot, weight delicious.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he kissed me again, deep and wet and messy. When he lifted his head, I chased his mouth, wanting more, but he flipped me onto my front, hitched me to my knees, and gripped my ass.
“Squirted for me like a good girl. Good girls get a reward. They get filled up and fucked hard.”
Squirted? I had no idea I could do that, and how could I still be this turned on? But every dirty thing he said had me craving more. “Please.” It was all I was capable of, especially after calling me hisgood girlin that deep, rough voice.
There was a crackle of foil behind me, the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being opened. He ran his hand down my spine, gentle, tender, before gripping my ass. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Addie. This ass, Christ…” He slapped it lightly, and I gasped. “So hot, baby. Watching you come for me, you got me so fucking hard.”
If he kept talking like that, in that gritty voice, I’d come again before he even got inside me. He rubbed his fingers over my pussy, through my juices, and I groaned, rolling my hips as he pressed the head of his cock to my opening.
“Brace, baby,” he said.
The head of his cock stretched me, and I whimpered and wriggled my hips, wanting more of him.
Manic cursed and gripped my hip, feeding me another inch.
I cried out. He was so big, and it was so long since I’d been with a man. I gasped and gripped the sheets again.
“Tight as fuck pussy,” Manic muttered and rubbed my back, pushing in another inch and leaning over me. His mouth went to my ear. “Been a while, cupcake?”
I whimpered and nodded.
He sucked and kissed along my jaw. “How long?”
“F-five years,” I choked out as he pushed in another inch. I hadn’t meant to tell him. The words came out all on their own.
Manic stilled then cursed. I was worried he’d pull away, that he’d stop. Instead, he cupped my chin, tilted my head his way, and kissed me, deep, full of need. “Tell me if you need me to slow down, cupcake, yeah?”
“Okay,” I said, relieved he wasn’t going to stop, then whimpered again at how full I felt when I rocked into him.
He dropped his head to my shoulder with a groan. “Fuck, baby. Yeah, roll those hips, help me fill you up. You’re doing so good, Addie.”
At his praise, I grew wetter. Dear lord, I’d never been this turned on. I couldn’t speak. There were no words, only sensations as he slowly and steadily filled me.
“Relax, cupcake, I got you,” he rumbled, his wide palm still moving over my back, my ass, then repeating the action.
He finally pushed all the way in, and I moaned against the mattress. My thighs trembled harder.
He gripped my ass, spreading me wider, and groaned. “Fuck, Addie, look at you, the way that pretty pussy’s stretching to take my cock.”
Then he pulled out and shoved back in. I cried out. He filled me, yes, stretched me, but he felt so good, and when his hands went to my hips and he started fucking me harder, I lost my mind all over again. All I could do was grip the sheets and hang on as he slammed into me over and over again, giving it to me rough and hard like he’d promised.
My heart pounded in my throat, my lower belly was liquid, and every nerve ending felt as if it’d been set ablaze.
He hooked me under the hips and lifted my ass higher, then slid a hand along my spine to grip my neck, and holding me down, he took things to a whole new level.
My body jarred under his with each brutal thrust, his grunts filling the room, the heat of his skin soaking through me, the wiry hair on his thighs against mine, the roughness of his hands holding me in place. The one under me slid between my thighs, and he started working my clit.
I shook harder, groaning, crying out against the mattress.
Manic growled, released my neck, planted his hand in the mattress by my head, and leaned over me, covering me. “This pussy’s been neglected for way too long, Addie. Gonna fuck you all the ways I’ve been dreaming about,” he said against my ear. “Gonna spend all night right here, deep in your perfect cunt. I’m gonna claim it over and over, so you still feel me right here for a fucking week.”
Oh god. “Yes…yes, I want that,” I managed.
He nipped on my shoulder. “I know you do.”