The Big Rains - Sam and Dazzik
Chapter 7
Sam
I’m full of so much need, my knees are like jelly as Dazzik pushes me down, guiding my head until I’m facing his cock.
The only issue is, I’m way too short for this. To be in the right position, I have to be hovering off my knees, and I just don’t have the strength to keep that up for long. So, giggling, I grab a couple of pillows off the bed to kneel on. It does the trick.
“I’m on my knees,” I say, putting his hand back in my hair and gazing up at him.
For a moment, a tenderness breaks through his stern expression, his eyes going soft as he gazes down at me. My heart always jolts in my chest at that look on his face. Devotion. To little old me.
How did I get so lucky?
Then his stern expression is back in place, his hand tightening in my hair once more, and my panties are soaked with my desire.
“Then shouldn’t you be sucking my cock?”
I’m moaning as I loosen the ties on his trousers, my pussy pulsing. I feel like the slightest brush against my clit would probably set me off, and he’s barely even touched me. I tug his trousers down, freeing his cock, wetting my lips as I look up at him before taking it in my mouth.
Dazzik groans, and that sound sends another shockwave through me. His pleasure is my pleasure, so I work him the best way I know how, pumping the base of his cock with my hand, while laving and sucking at the tip.
Soon, Dazzik is panting, both of his hands in my hair now, his hips twitching and jerking with every movement I make, driving his cock a little deeper into my mouth. Every muscle in his body is tensed with the effort of holding himself back and fuck, I love it. We might be playing that I’m under his control, his command, but we both know I have all the power in this moment. That he is at the mercy of my tongue.
Suddenly, with a snarl, he pulls me back to my feet, the motion sudden, almost violent. I feel the pinch of his fingers closing around my arms, hard enough to bruise and it sends a new kind of thrill through me. It shouldn’t be exciting, but with Dazzik, it is. Because I know I’m safe. Because he would never do anything to truly hurt me.
“Need to be inside you now,” he barks, ripping at my clothes.
He lifts me onto the bed, practically throwing me down, so I’m on my hands and knees. He positions himself behind me, his nails biting into the flesh of my hips. Actual flesh there, now, thanks to the eating we’ve been doing while here. I love my new curves, and Dazzik loves them even more.
There’s no warm up, no preamble. None required. My pussy is dripping, and when he thrusts into me in one hard motion, it welcomes in every inch of him. The sudden invasion is enough to trigger my climax, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. I cry out as Dazzik starts pounding into me, stretching out my orgasm until I’m keening into the pillows.
The slap of our skin colliding, his grunts of effort, the creak of the bed, it’s all beautiful music to my ears as he plays my body like an expert. It’s not long before I can feel another orgasm building, and I can tell from Dazzik’s breathing that it’s taking everything in him to hold back from his own release as he waits for me to get there for a second time.
“I’m so close,” I tell him. “Please, Dazzik. Give me everything.”
His hand finds my hair again, gripping it as he pushes me down, fucking me into the bed. I scream as my orgasm rips through me, and Dazzik bellows behind me, his hips stuttering as he thrusts through his own release. Then his body is collapsing over me, pressing me into the mattress for a moment before he rolls us onto our sides, tucking me close to his chest as we pant and gasp for breath together until our heart rates slow, our sweat slicked skin starts to cool.
“I definitely need to be a bad girl more often,” I say, my voice croaky and hoarse.
“I have enjoyed this game very much, also,” Dazzik says, nipping at my ear.
“You really need to stop ripping my clothes, though, or I’m going to have none left.”
“Why would that be a problem?”
He tries to hide his laughter but pressed close to him as I am, I can feel it vibrating in his chest.
“You might have no issue with me walking naked through the forest, but I don’t fancy it.”
Dazzik goes quiet for a moment, then murmurs into my ear.
“I have been a bad male. Perhaps you will have to punish me?”
The words shiver through me.
Dazzik settles back into the bed, his lips pressed to my shoulder as his breathing slows further, sleep coming to claim him.
I smile to myself. I set out to do something nice for him as a way to show my appreciation, and to pass the time, but I knew it was likely to be a one time only sort of thing. Now we’ve stumbled onto something else we can do together instead. Something even better than a nice dinner and fancy celebration drinks.
I pull Dazzik’s arm tighter round me, wriggle my feet under the covers, a contented sigh slipping out of me as I nestle back into him. I can feel sleep pulling at the edges of my consciousness and smile, knowing that Dazzik will be waiting in my dreams for me.