Chapter 350: I Don’t Wanna Talk
Dace fucked me against the wall, hammering into me aggressively and all that filled the bathroom walls were our moans and intense skin slapping. It felt so fucking good and loved how wild he took me... as if trying to make up for going away, a way of showing me how much he misses me and I let him.
I have lost count of how many times I came or switched positions, he fucked me behind like a wild animal. While standing as he lowered me up and down his cock. Out of the showers but against the bathroom wall and in the room wall, before we finally made it to bed.
My legs over his shoulders, his grip on my waist tightly and hoisting me to the point only my back laid on the bed as he lunges into me. I was heaving, unable to catch my breath and he just kept going, I felt him twitch and I knew he was close, his thrusts got rougher to the point I heard the bed creak so hard I thought the bed might fall apart.
He instantly slammed his one hand on the headboard and found an angle that got me screaming. He growled so loudly it sounded like the beast itself and I heard a loud crack knowing fully well he had split the headboard into two just when he exploded within me nonstop... I milked him too with a final release and after coming down from the heights of pleasure I knew down there was gonna be sore, I don’t think I would be able to walk properly, Dace has wrecked me to the point of no return.
And I love every single minute of it... it wasn’t just about the fucking, whenever he was intimate with me, it was always like we were more connected, things we can’t say completely were being uttered non-verbally at that moment, the passion, the intense feeling that wash upon us each time.
Every single thing was just unreal and I always don’t want it to end even though my body can’t handle it all... I wanted more of him... more than I could ever handle, the connection was just too strong and the emotional aspect speaks too, and at that every moment I feel like I can sense the depths of his heart too.
Even now as we were still connected and he laid kisses to my collarbone from behind and then my neck, leaving nibs along the way I knew would cause a hickey. He always loves leaving his marks on me even when there was one clearly on my left breast, one he caress all the time.
"Still angry at me?" he asked, pressing more kisses on my neck.
I bit back a moan, although it was a hard feat because he is still connected to me, impossibly still yet so hard as if he hadn’t spent the last hour fucking my brains out as he promised.