I clung to him, my arms around his neck, my lips against the hot column of his throat, my legs locked around his waist, feet digging into his ass, tits crushed against the immovable wall of his chest.
He staggered away from the wall, and he was so deep inside me that it almost hurt, but a hurt so fucking good I wept from the wonder of it, sobbing as my orgasm kept destroying me in wave after wave.
He set me on the foot end of the bed and lay me onto my back. I wriggled backward, losing him in the process. I whimpered at the loss of him, reached for him as he crawled up onto the bed after me. I greedily clutched his cock in my fist, squeezing the thick shaft that was wet and slick and sticky from our mingled essences.
Duncan moved over me, his broad shoulders occluding the world beyond him. I notched his cock inside me, brought my heels up against my ass cheeks and let my knees splay open.
"Fuck me, Duncan," I breathed. "Take me. Come for me. Come inside me."
He eased into me slowly and gently, and his eyes never left mine—my jaw dropped open as he filled me all over again, the wonder of his improbable, almost-too-big cock spread me apart, stretched me, set me to shaking, burning, aching.
"Rune, holy shit," he whispered, his words huffed against the shell of my ear. "You feel so fucking incredible."
"Dunc," I breathed. "Take me, baby."
I stopped breathing even as I heard the word leave my lips—whoops. I hadn’t meant to say that.
He didn't remark on it, but I felt him go tense and still for a second before need resumed control.
He pulled back in a slow, wet slide, paused, and drilled in just as slowly. "Fuck—Rune. Jesus, you're so fucking tight. So wet for me."
I could only whimper breathlessly as he split me open and tore me to pieces with each successive thrust, each one a slow, full slide, giving me every last inch of him from tip to root. I felt my body responding to his thrusts, aching around him, pulsing around him. Another climax spread through me in a slow, seeping rise, like floodwaters rippling down a river, imperceptible at first and then with increasing violence until I was shaking all over helplessly.
"Faster, Dunc," I begged. "Harder. I…oh god, Dunc, I’m gonna come again. But I…oh god. I need—I need—" I lost the thread as he gave me what I was begging for.
I clawed my fingers into his hard, flexing ass and pulled at him, meeting his thrusts with my own, and I was desperate, now, shuddering on the cusp of another violent, shattering release. "Dunc! Fuck! Fuck, please, oh god please don’t stop, don't stop!"
He was fucking me in earnest now, each rough, wet, hard, squelching thrust dialing up the inferno of orgasmic heat inside me, until I was all aflame with it, panting shrill screams every time he bottomed out inside me, wailing in desperation when he drew out of me, when I lost, even for an infinitesimal moment, the fullness of him inside me.
"Rune!" He groaned, his lips pressed wet against my breastbone. "Oh god, I…oh god. Oh god, baby."
Baby. He said it too. Because I did? Or was his utterance an accident, too?
The question evaporated as he braced one hand beside me and used the other to scoop my breast up to his mouth, suckling my nipple and flattening it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The hot squeeze of his mouth on my aching, sensitive nipple sent me into paroxysms of bliss, toppling over the edge into an orgasm so wildly potent I couldn't even scream, could only shake and shudder and spasm helplessly, spine arched to press my breasts into his face, heels digging into the mattress.
"Duncan!" I whimpered. "Come! Please, please, please, Duncan. I need you to come. I can't take any more."
"Yes, you can," he snarled. "You can take it all."
He wrapped his arms around me, under my neck and around my shoulders, lifting me as he sat on his shins. I was impaled on his long, thick, upright cock, speared by his pulsing shaft, held immobile and still coming as he thrust into me, rising up tall on his knees as he shoved me down into his thrust.
I screamed—and came.
He sank to sit down again, draping me backward and sucking my other nipple into his mouth, biting it, licking it, making my orgasm smash into pieces, each shard of orgiastic release blossoming, like a hydra, into renewed waves of release, through which I could only scream and shudder and tremble.
I ground my pussy on him, writhing desperately, panting in his ear. "Come for me, come for me, come for me," I chanted. "Give it to me, baby, give it all to me. Fuck me and don't ever stop."
He thrust hard, harder than ever, faster and faster, driving up on his knees and sinking down in powerful, athletic, violent rhythm. "Love you begging for my cock, Rune," he growled.
"I need you to come," I panted. "Please, Duncan. Come for me. Fuck me. Give me your cock. Please, Duncan. Please. Please. Please fuck me as hard as you can."
"Am…am I hurting you?" He breathed, fucking me exactly as I was begging for—hard, fast.
I shook my head and clawed at his back, raked my nails down his skin, met his wild thrusts with my own ragged, desperate, grinding ones. "It's perfect, Duncan. Just…just don't stop. Don't stop."
I felt him reach his endpoint, then. His thick, heavy cock pulsed inside me, throbbing against my tight-stretched lips, and his rhythm faltered.
His grip on my shoulders failed, and I fell back to the bed. I pulled him down after me and clutched him to my heaving breasts and hooked my feet at his ass and jerked him against me, silently begging for him to keep going, to keep fucking.
