I grip the thick column of his erection and stroke him a few times, but I need him inside me. I don’t want foreplay, I just want him. I lift, fit him to my opening. Bury my face in the side of his neck and let a cry loose from my lips as I clutch his neck and slowly sink around him, impaling myself on him.
His knees buckle mid-step. “Fuck, Annika…fuck, you’re so tight.” He catches his step as we reach the shore, or nearly. Halts, the water scudding up around his calves and receding. “God, Nikki. The way you feel…”
I just moan as he fills me. More, and more. Deeper, and deeper, until the aching burn of my pussy being stretched around the unbelievable girth of his cock, the length of him filling me until I think I can’t take any more of him. But, I can. His big strong hands cup my ass—he pulls me apart, and I sink lower, more of the magnificent, massive perfection of his cock driving into me. I can’t help but scream in pure ecstasy, and then it’s too much and I sink my teeth into the thick cord of muscle at the base of his neck where it meets his shoulder, biting through my scream until he growls in protest.
And then I’m so incredibly full of him that I can’t summon a breath, can’t move, can’t do anything but tremble around him as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. The burn is so beautiful, the ache so deep, so dizzying that I groan low in my throat, almost a feral growl, until my lungs are empty and I have to suck in a lungful of oxygen.
“Chance,” I groan, rolling my hips, “I need you.”
He slides an arm under my knee, and then the other, so my knees are hooked over the crooks of his elbows, supporting my weight easily. I feel so small with him, the way he carries me and handles me like I weigh nothing. He lifts me, drawing himself out of me with aching slowness. My arms lock around his neck, and I can’t help but seize his mouth, demand his tongue. In this position, I can do nothing but surrender control to him, and I do so…willingly, gladly, eagerly.
He’s so effortlessly supporting my weight that I feel safe to hook one arm around his neck and slide a hand down to my pussy. I find my clit with my fingers, and with one touch, I’m flying. He lifts me until there’s only the plump head of his cock left inside me, and then he holds me in place a moment or two before gradually allowing gravity to drag me downward. He’s so thick and my pussy is so tightly stretched around him that I feel my lips stutter around the veins of him. I whimper as he sinks into me to the hilt, bottoming out inside me. I swipe fingertips around my clit, feeling lightning gather in my core, building behind my sex, throbbing in my clit, aching my belly, rising up into my chest and tingling in my bloodstream, turning my veins effervescent. Stars dance behind my shut eyes, and now he pulls me up his body once more, so slowly, so gradually.
My fingers move faster, circling my swollen, sensitive clit with increasing speed, until the circles start to ellipse into side-to-side motions, and my hips try to rock, to gyrate, but I can’t move, can only strain toward him, silently begging him to give me what I want, what I need.
“Chance, please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the surf. “Harder, please.”
His growl is one of disbelief. “Fuck, Annika. How are you real?” He releases his grip on me so I fall onto him, ripping a scream of delight from me and a grunt from him. “So fucking sexy.”
“I need you, Chance. I need more of you. I can’t get enough of you.” I nibble his earlobe, a huff escaping as the first sizzling bolt of ecstasy lances through me, the precursor of my orgasm. “You know I can take it now, baby.”
“Come first.” He lifts me. Lowers me. Again. Again. Almost a rhythm, now. But nowhere near what I so desperately need—to feel him fucking me, to feel his huge cock plunging into me, taking me, claiming me, using me for his pleasure. “When you come, I’ll give you what you need, mama.”
I nuzzle against his throat, gasping, helplessly trying to thrust into my fingers as beauty swirls through me. “What if I can’t come until you fuck me?”
He laughs. “You’re about to come right now—I can feel it. I can feel this tight wet pussy squeezing me.” He adjusts his grip, his hands digging into my ass, spreading me open for him, lowering me until I’m right where he wants me. “Give it to me, Nik. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I shake my head, groaning—I’m so close, but I can’t find the edge. “I can’t, Chance. I promise. I’m trying. I need you. Fuck, I need you.” I slow my touch, overstimulated, momentarily bringing my fingers away from my clit entirely, sliding them downward until my middle and ring fingers are split around his cock, feeling it gliding between them as he dips at the knees and drives his hips to fuck into me—I whimper at the wonder of him filling me. “Please, Chance. God, please.”
He nudges my chin with his nose, groaning, and then claims my mouth with his in a short but fiery kiss. “You can, baby. I need to feel you come.”
“I will,” I breathe. “I swear I will. But I need you.”
He thrusts into me, finally giving me a steady rhythm. “This?” He grunts. “This what you need, mama?”
Our foreheads touch, and I nod against him. “Yeah, honey. That’s what I need. More of that.” I touch my clit again, and feel the edge there, just out of reach but drawing closer. “Fuck me, Chance, please. That’s what I need.”
He widens his stance, feet splashing in the surf as it licks around his legs, rising to his knees as it crashes in and receding to his ankles as it pulls away. I quicken my touch, and now I feel myself responding—wetness surges through me as I topple toward the edge, and the slow, steady sliding thrusts of his cock grow smooth and slick with the added lubrication.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Annika. So wet for me.” He lowers me an inch or two, and drives into me, once, hard—a scream of bliss rockets out of me when he does it. “Ahhh god, baby, you like that?”
I nod, whimpering, so close to coming I can’t find words. Or at least, not coherent sentences. “Please, please, please,” I beg, ready to plead with him now; if only he’d fuck me how I need it, I could come, and I need this orgasm more than I need my next breath, more than I need anything. In this moment, reaching my climax is all that matters, and only he can give it to me. “Please, baby—fuck me. Please fuck me.”
He groans at my words, at my pleading. Another hard thrust. “Like that?”
I nod, a sloppy roll of my head. “Yeah, yeah, like that. Again, baby. Again.” I bite his lower lip. “You like it when I beg? Hmm? You want me to beg?”
He drives into me—twice. Hard. “Yeah, Nikki. Makes me feel like a god when you beg me to fuck you.”
“You are,” I gasp, nearly undone when he delivers another series of slow hard thrusts. “You are a god, to me. You want that? Then that’s what I’ll do—I’ll beg, honey.” I press my lips to his ear and whisper my pleas in a hot breath. “Please, Chance. I can’t come until you fuck me like only you can. No one else on this earth can give me what you do. I’m begging you, honey.Begging—please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard and don’t stop.”
He growls—and obeys. His arms clamp around me, clutch me against him, position me where he needs me. Knees bent, he angles me away, buries his face between my breasts…
He fucks me.
Hard.
Fast.
