When Rhys moved, the entire universe moved with him, it felt like he was carrying it all on his back, right above me, balancing it all so the weight wouldn't fall on me, that's pressure I felt from him, and when he moved, when he thrusted all of him into me again, that pressure drove me very near insanity. But right now, I would gladly go bloody insane for good if it meant having more of him, if it meant feeling all of this for longer.
The more he thrusted, the harder he got inside me, the tighter I felt, the more I tightened my walls around him in the desperate need to feel him better, to end whatever minimal distance still existed between us. The deeper he went in his soul-shattering thrusts, the more my body swallowed him, even if tighter than the bloody pit of hell, my body took it all, all of him, needy of everything he had, needy of everything only he awakened in me, everything only he could give me. At each thrust, I wondered how I was able to stay without this for ten years.
"Rhy...ot..." I cried for him, struggling to speak coherently.
But all he said before claiming my lips again was, "Mine," possessively.
And that one little word, made me weak, made my brain melt as I gave myself to him again, kissing him back until I couldn't breath anymore, but he didn't even let me take a breath before his lips were kissing my sensible skin, sucking on my neck, bitting me, every little spot he touched, burned. When I was close to climaxing again, he didn't let me, changing positions and exiting me, turning me around as easy as one would a feather, face and belly down, back and arse up. But he didn't give me back I what I wanted, not like that.
"Grab the headboard, love," it was an order, a sweet and maddening order.
I was helpless not to obey, too far gone to listen to the feminism inside of me, and with a struggle, I lifted my upped body and grabbed onto the headboard for my life, the way he called me still ringing in my core, igniting my soul. Rhyot's hands came to my hips, lifting them up, then he gave a good and hard slap in both my arse cheeks, so bloody delicious it made my pussy throb.
"Plea...se..." I cried, arching my back, grip tightening on the headboard.
"Do you want it, love?" He purred, taunting me.
"Yes... please... Rhyot... give me... everything..." I begged.
He tortured me, pressing the head of his cock on my clit and down my lips to my slit, "Will you take it all like a good girl, love?"
Fuck. "Yes... I'll be... a good girl... please..."
"So responsive, so mine," he growled, and finally, he buried himself inside of me in one violent thrust that got me screaming his name again, struggling to keep my grip tight, feeling him even deeper, bigger, thicker, his balls heavy and pressing against my pussy in this position. His thrusts came with more slaps on my arse, and went so hard on me that, had it not been for him gripping my hips so tight, I would've hit my head on the headboard. "Fucking hell, you're sin, love. You take me like you were made for it. Your pussy takes me so fucking well, it's swallowing me full, so tight it'll drive me insane."
"Har...der..." I begged, needing to feel him more intensely, and he did it.
Rhyot pounded so bloody hard, that piercing hitting right in my most sensible spot, over and over again, that I saw stars, and I was unable to hold myself, trembling with the explosive orgasm that wracked me. Even as he undid me, I kept my grip on the headboard, melting around him. But he didn't stop, he was as far gone as I was, taking advantage of my wreckage, he thrusted harder, deeper, quicker, the sound of his hips and balls spanking me almost as louder as the maddeningly erotic sounds he forced out of me.
I knew he was close, I could feel him fighting himself not to release himself yet, and knowing that I would probably faint when he climaxed, given how my body was already hanging by a thread, I decided to take what I wanted before that happened, knowing my limits, "Rhyot..." I huffed, "let me... ride you..."
"Fuck, yes, love," he groaned, handling me like a doll, he laid back on the pile of pillows and helped me straddle him.
Struggling to stand above him, still feeling the waves of my orgasm spreading the best of the shivers down my body, I held onto his chest, feeling drugged on him. When our eyes crashed against each other, the chartreuse green of his iris were gone leaving only obsidian blackness there as his pupils widened taking over everything. His hands lifted my hips up with no struggle and he helped me sit on his cock, pushing my body down slowly as he slid every inch of him inside of me, until our hips were united, and I don't know if I had gotten tighter or if he had gotten swollen but he felt... bigger, so big I felt static, "Rhy...ot..."
"Yes, love," his deep and raspy voice was guttural.
"Help me... move," I whispered, "you... are too big..."
His lips curled in a feral grin and he began to guide my hips, "You can take me, love. You can take everything, come on, move your hips for me, love."
My vision nearly blackened as I struggled to force my body to move, craving to ride him on my own, to take control, "Fuck," I cursed. As my eyes rolled to the back of my bloody skull, my nails dogged onto his chest, and as my body arched with the pleasure that spread down my spine like a wildfire, I began to move, fighting against the urge to rest, taking my body to the very edge of its limits, all to ride him, all to take him how I wanted the most. Ignoring how my body wanted to turn off, I rode him, gaining speed at each second, taking everything, feeling him deeper than before, going after my third orgasm, making the piercing in the tip of his cock press right on that spot, craving for more.
"Fuck, love," he moaned when I tightened my walls even more around him. "You ride me so fucking well," he huffed, hands going from my hips to my waist, "look at you, such a good girl, taking my cock like a queen," his hands went higher, grabbing my tits, adding even more stars to my blurred vision. "You're mine, Ruby, mine," he tightened his grip on me, "mine," he groaned possessively again, making me melt even more around him, smoothing my ride. "Fuck," he growled, "I can't hold it for longer, love, I,"
"Stop... holding yourself... Rhyot," I cried, leaning back, bringing my hands to grip his thighs, riding him obscenely, giving him the perfect view of my tight pussy being smashed by his cock, my flat belly making so he could watch himself moving inside of me, going deeper. "Every...thing... Rhyot..." I moaned, lips parted, tongue out, heavy breathing, letting him see what he's doing to me.
"Fuck it," he growled as he stole the control from my hands again, switching our positions, pinning me down, handling my legs like a doll and bringing them to his shoulders, then he thrusted inside me, spanking my womb aggressively, that piercing driving me inside.
I helplessly grabbed onto the mattress at my side, arching my body, head falling back as I screamed his name, feeling goddamned close to orgasming again, my body synching with his is a breathtaking manner, harmonizing our breathing rhythm, our heartbeats. When I climaxed, he climaxed with me, into me. He came so aggressively that he knocked me out of the edge I was hanging on, making me lose all of my senses.
His named was the last thing that rolled out of my tongue as I blacked out.