Finding Kyle(40)

Kyle speaks very clearly, still with amusement though. “Jane… baby… ride my cock and get yourself off. I want to watch you come.”

“Oh, God,” I moan as I practically fall back down on him again. The force causes him to go deep inside. His thumb presses tighter to me and stars start winking in my peripheral vision.

My entire body is as coiled as I noted his was a few moments ago, and I think I might go crazy if I can’t release this tension. Suddenly, I become obsessed with having this orgasm, knowing it’s going to blow me wide apart, and needing to give that to Kyle because that’s what he asked for.

In the dirtiest of ways possible, he told me he wants me to come on his dick, and even as my face flames red, I start to move a little faster. I move up and down, my breath now coming in short, staccato bursts. I feel that lovely cramping feeling from deep inside as I coil tighter and tighter. I move faster, using Kyle’s thumb and dick to create constant friction, and I can’t even think about his pleasure right now. All I want is to give him exactly what he asked for.

“So fucking beautiful,” Kyle murmurs, and I make the mistake of opening my eyes. Kyle’s gaze is pinned to where we are joined, watching his thumb and his dick claim me. He looks rapturous, like he’s never seen something like this before. Like I’m a mystery and a miracle all at the same time.

And I explode.

Just like that… because of the way Kyle is looking at me, I just burst apart.

I give out a cry that sounds almost inhuman and my entire body bucks from the pleasure as it ripples outward, tearing me to pieces. I fall unceremoniously back down onto him, his dick pressing in further than ever, but I’m almost incoherent as I’m overwhelmed with the force of my orgasm.

“Just fucking beautiful,” Kyle mutters, and then he’s rolling me to my back. I’m as limp as a rag doll, which means I’m pliant, and Kyle doesn’t waste any time.

One hand goes under the back of my leg and he lifts it up. The other hand plants down hard into the mattress near my ribs to hold himself steady, and then he starts to move.

Hard.

And fast.

And rough.

I grunt when he thrusts in deep. While he doesn’t stop moving, he does slow down. “You okay?”

I nod my head quickly. “Yeah.”

“Too hard?”

I shake my head even quicker. “No. I liked it.”

And I’m not sure if those were the right words or not, but Kyle’s eyes flash in triumph. He raises my leg even higher, props it on his shoulder, and well… damn… didn’t know I was that limber.

That position opens me wider and allows Kyle to thrust deeper. He picks up the pace again and starts to really fuck me hard.

My hands go to his chest, not to help him in any fashion but to just feel him. I purposefully keep my eyes averted from the leering skull tattoo and the words of warning that I should fear this man. Instead, I watch his face carefully, his eyes almost completely fogged over with lust and passion as he drives into me. Sweat beads at his temples and he grits his teeth as harsh bursts of breath blow through them. He’s almost in a frenzy, and every time he thrusts into me, I can feel another orgasm starting to build bigger. Every time he hits me deep, an animal sound of desperation rumbles out of my mouth.

I have never, ever been taken like this before. My entire body right now is completely enslaved to him, not only by his strength, but also by the way he’s making me feel. It’s not just the feel of him inside of me, but by how much he needs me in this way.

I watch in fascination, turned completely on, when Kyle pushes up to his knees, wrapping an arm around my leg to hold it tight to his shoulder, and then his other under my ass to lift me up so I can meet his thrusts. He drives into me over and over again. I groan and writhe and when my orgasm can’t coil inward any further, when it becomes so painful for me to hold it off, tears start leaking out of my eyes.

Kyle doesn’t see this as his own are closed and he’s practically hurling himself into my body. His fingers are digging down into my thigh and ass, and I can tell he’s completely lost to sensation right now.

He might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in this world. Right now, he’s stripped down to his rawest form, and this is the closest I’ve ever been to the true essence of Kyle Harding.

“Jane,” Kyle rasps out, almost as if he’s in pain.

I can’t even answer because he surges into me one last time as he throws his head back and roars out his release. It’s spellbinding and erotic, the way he falls prey to pleasure, and it makes my own orgasm fire off.

“Ohhh,” I cry out as I buck from the initial burst of pleasure. Kyle’s head comes down and his eyes snap to me. They’re still fogged, but they watch me in fascination as I tremble from the remains of another climax, my inside walls squeezing against his dick.

Kyle’s fingers relax and he drops my leg down to the mattress before coming down to lay on top of me. He keeps his weight off by digging his elbows into the mattress, but he moves his face closer to mine.

“Are you alright?” he asks, his eyes solemn in their need for this information. My heart squeezes as it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand he’s worried he hurt me. I mean, he was rough and that was hard, but holy hell… that was the best I’ve ever had.

Who knew?