I didn't let myself cum, not until I couldn't hold it back anymore and it was almost painful. He kept going, pushing me onto my side and not missing a beat. I moaned and whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut, tried to focus on what was happening instead of what had happened. I felt his beard tickle my shoulder then my neck, when he bit down I couldn't even breathe. I felt his teeth sink in and leave their print. I laid with my mouth agape and my body shivering. That would leave a mark.
He bit down again and again and I loved every second of it. I wanted him to be rough with me. When his hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed I opened my eyes and watched him. I couldn't make eye contact though, because he would know what I was thinking. I'm not the best at masking sadness. But I didn't feel sadness when the blood rushed back to my head, i felt relief and exhilaration. He once called me a "masochistic chew toy," and I didn't argue.
He fucked me harder, and I came again, but he still wasn't done with me. He rolled me onto my stomach and i didn't have time to prepare before my ass was met with an open palm and a wonderful sting, one cheek and then the other. An open palm is one of the best teachers.
"Stop thinking." He said calmly as his hand met my ass again right over the already reddening hand print. I cried out and clenched my muscles, he basked in it. His teeth worried at the skin on my hips, my back, and my neck, his hands touched me all over. He pulled me on top and pushed inside of me again, keeping his control from beneath me.
I leaned forward and bit his chest and neck, and he groaned. He held my body up by my hips, it was like he was lifting air. He pushed himself up into me hard, and i took my time riding him. I rocked my hips so he hit that spot inside of me. I bit him harder and scratched him from his chest to his hips. His mouth was on my chest, biting again and I screamed when i came this time, there was no build or warning, just white hot pleasure. He rolled us both over where I was on my back again. It was his turn to use me and i wanted him to so badly.
He kept going harder and harder and finally my mind was becoming too clouded to think; clouded with sex and exhaustion. I didn't want him to stop. If i could stand by the time he was finished then I wasn't going to be satisfied. He leaned his face down to the crook of my neck where he had bitten the hardest, and he bit down again. I could feel the sound of his release against my skin and when he slowed down I realized, I wasn't thinking about her. I was thinking about him fucking me again. I was thinking amount the things that feel good.
I blocked her from my mind when he pulled out and I didn't let her back in. I didn't have the energy to think about her. I didn't have the energy to think, it was some delicious, sex induced delirium where things weren't complicated. I didn't want to be shaken out of it.
