Chapter 4: Climax
He pounds into her with anger and fingerfucks her till she starts squirting , her juice coating his hand and dripping down her thighs. She screams, her body convulsing. He doesn't stop, but instead pulls out and flips her over, pushing her face down into the pillow.
He smacks her ass cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. "You fucking love it, don't you, Kyndal?" he growls, slapping her again. She moans into the pillow, her ass stinging but her pussy throbbing with need. He grabs her hips and slams back into her, his balls slapping against her clit.
She lets out a muffled scream into the pillow, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. He starts fucking her hard and fast, his hips smacking against her ass cheeks. Her whole body rocks with each thrust, her tits rubbing against the pillow, her nipples hardening.
"Fuck, Vincent," she moans, her voice strained. "You're going to make me come again."
He leans over her, his chest pressing against her back, and wraps his hand around her throat. "Not yet, Kyndal," he growls in her ear.
"I'm not done with you." He pulls out of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. She turns around, her eyes meeting his, and he smirks, knowing exactly what she needs. He pushes her back onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly. She props herself up on her elbows, watching him intently. He grabs her legs and pulls her towards him, her ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He spreads her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy.
He looks at her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger.
"Spread your legs wider, Kyndal," he commands, his voice low and demanding. She complies, her body trembling with anticipation. He runs his fingers along her slit, gathering her wetness, and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "Mmm, you taste fucking delicious," he growls, his eyes never leaving hers.
He takes his hard cock in his hand and strokes it a few times, teasing her. She watches him, her breath hitching in her throat. He leans down, his face inches from her pussy, and blows a stream of hot air on her clit.
She bucks her hips, seeking more contact, but he grabs her thighs, holding her in place. "Stay still, Kyndal," he warns, his voice dark and dangerous. She bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it escapes anyway when he runs his tongue along her slit.
He licks her slowly, deliberately, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He circles her clit, teasing her, before sucking it into his mouth. She gasps, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. He chuckles, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
He slips two fingers inside her, curling them upwards, hitting that sweet spot that makes her see stars. She moans louder, her hips bucking against his face. He grips her thighs tighter, holding her in place as he fingerfucks her, his tongue never leaving her clit.
"Fuck, Vincent," she pants, her body tensing. "I'm close."
He pulls back, his fingers still buried inside her. "Not yet, Kyndal," he says, his voice muffled against her thigh.
He withdraws his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. She lets out a frustrated groan, her body aching for release. He chuckles, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're so fucking greedy, aren't you?" he says, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
She glares at him, her chest heaving. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Torturing me like this?"
He smirks, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing his toned chest. "I love seeing you like this, Kyndal.
All hot and bothered, desperate for my cock," he says, his voice low and rough. He takes his time undressing, letting her watch as he reveals more of his body. His pants drop to the floor, and he steps out of them, leaving him completely naked and gloriously hard.
Kyndal's eyes linger on his cock, her mouth watering at the sight. She licks her lips, her eyes flicking back up to meet his. "What are you waiting for, Vincent? Fuck me already."
He chuckles, a dark and dangerous sound. "Patience, Kyndal.
I want to take my time with you tonight," Vincent says, his voice a low rumble as he climbs onto the bed, his knees pushing her legs further apart. He hovers over her, his hands planted on either side of her head, his gaze locked onto hers. "I want to savor every inch of your body, make you beg for my cock."
She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're such a fucking tease, Vincent," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smirks, leaning down to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss.
His tongue invades her mouth, dominating her, as his hands roam her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moans into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping at her skin.
"Vincent," she pants, her voice strained. "I need you inside me. Now."
He chuckles, his breath hot against her skin. "Not yet, Kyndal.
I'm in charge here, remember?" Vincent growls, his voice thick with lust. He moves lower, his tongue tracing a path down her sternum, circling her belly button, before dipping lower still. She gasps, her hips bucking as he blows a stream of hot air on her clit.
"Vincent, please," she begs, her voice ragged. "I can't take much more of this."
He looks up at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, you can take it, Kyndal.
I know you can," he taunts, his tongue flicking out to lick her clit. She cries out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. He chuckles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her. He spreads her lips apart with his fingers, exposing her fully to him. "Look at that pretty little pussy, all pink and swollen. You're fucking dripping for me, aren't you?"
She moans, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire. "Yes, Vincent.
I'm fucking dripping for you," Kyndal admits, her voice laced with desperation. "I need you to fuck me."
Vincent smirks, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly runs his tongue along her slit, lapping up her wetness. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Kyndal," he growls, his voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. He pushes two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, his tempo increasing with each thrust.
Kyndal's hips buck against his hand, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, Vincent.
I'm so close," Kyndal pants, her body writhing beneath him, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath she takes. Her fingers claw at his back, desperate for something to anchor herself to as he brings her closer and closer to the edge.
Vincent smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not yet, Kyndal," he growls, pulling his fingers out of her and sitting back on his heels. He runs his hand, coated with her juices, up her torso, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
He cups her breast, squeezing it roughly, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasps, her back arching, pushing her tits further into his hand. He leans down, capturing her nipple in his mouth, biting down gently. She moans, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place.
"Fuck, Vincent," she pants, her voice ragged.
He releases her nipple with a pop, his eyes never leaving hers. "Not yet, Kyndal," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
"I want to watch you squirm, beg for my cock." He runs his hand down her body, his fingers tracing her curves, before settling between her legs. He spreads her lips apart, exposing her clit, and leans down, his breath hot against her.
"Vincent, please," she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."
He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Need what, Kyndal?" he asks, his voice taunting as he runs his tongue along her slit, avoiding her clit.
She moans, her hips bucking.
"Your cock, Vincent. I need your big, fat cock inside me." "You want my cock, Kyndal?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. "You want me to fuck you hard and deep?"
"Yes," she whimpers, her body writhing with need. "Please, Vincent. Fuck me."
He smirks, positioning himself at her entrance. He runs the head of his cock along her slit, coating it with her wetness. She gasps, her hips lifting, seeking more contact.
He smirks, teasing her, running his cock along her slit again, but not entering her. "You want this, Kyndal?" he asks, his voice low and taunting. "You want me to fill this tight little pussy with my cock?"
"Yes," she moans, her nails digging into his arms. "I want it, Vincent. I want you to fuck me hard." "Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" He pushes the head of his cock into her, just an inch, and then withdraws.
She lets out a frustrated groan, her hips bucking to follow him. "Stop teasing me, Vincent," she growls, her voice laced with desperation. "You love it, Kyndal. You love being at my mercy."
She glares at him, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Fuck you, Vincent."
He smirks, pushing another inch into her. "That's the plan, sweetheart."
She moans, her body tensing as he fills her.
You're so big."
He smirks, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer, burying himself deeper. "You can take it, Kyndal. You were made for my cock."
He starts to move, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. She meets him, matching his rhythm, her body greedy for more. "You feel that, Kyndal? That's me fucking you. Owning you."
She moans, her body trembling.
You're so deep."
He smirks, his grip on her hips tightening. "You like that, don't you, Kyndal? You like feeling my cock stretching you out, filling you up?"
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed. I fucking love it."
He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Look at me, Kyndal. I want to see your eyes when I fuck you."
She opens her eyes, her gaze locking onto his.
He smirks, his thrusts becoming harder, more punishing. Teaching you a lesson." "Fuck you, Vincent. This isn't a lesson. This is you trying to control me." "Is it working, Kyndal? Are you feeling controlled right now?"
She bites her lip, her body betraying her as she feels another wave of pleasure building. "No," she lies, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You're not controlling me, Vincent." "We'll see about that," he growls, his hips slamming into hers, his cock pistoning in and out of her. She gasps, her body arching, her tits rubbing against his chest. He captures her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue dominating hers, fucking her mouth in time with his cock.
She moans, her fingers clawing at his back, leaving red welts. He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"You're so fucking close, Kyndal. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock, greedy for my cum." "You want me to fill you up, don't you? You want to feel my hot cum shooting inside you, marking you as mine." Please, fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me."
He smirks, his hips slamming into hers, his cock burying itself deep inside her. "Like this, Kyndal?
Is this how you want me to fuck you?" Vincent growls, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her with relentless force. She cries out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock.
He doesn't let up, his pace never faltering as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm. It's too much," she gasps, her body trembling and sweaty.
He smirks, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "Not nearly enough, Kyndal.
I'm not done with you yet," Vincent growls, his voice ragged with lust. He pulls out of her, leaving her feeling empty and desperate. He flips her over onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, and smacks it hard. She yelps, her skin stinging, but the pain only serves to heighten her arousal. "Stay right there," he commands, his voice dark and dangerous. She hears him rustling around in the drawer, and then the sound of a foil packet tearing open.
She looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his. He smirks, rolling the condom onto his hard cock, his eyes never leaving hers.
"That's right, Kyndal. Watch me get ready to fuck you," he says, his voice low and taunting. She bites her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. He runs his hand over her ass, squeezing it roughly, before slipping his fingers between her cheeks, teasing her hole.
"Vincent," she gasps, her body tensing at the unexpected touch. "Relax, Kyndal.
I'm not going to fuck you there... yet," he whispers, his voice a low rumble. She feels his cock press against her entrance, and she pushes back, eager to feel him inside her again. He chuckles, grabbing her hips and holding her in place. "Not so fast, sweetheart.
She groans, her forehead dropping to the mattress. You're in charge."
He rewards her with a smack on the ass, making her yelp. "Good girl," he murmurs, lining himself up and pushing into her in one smooth thrust.
She gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he fills her completely. "Fuck, Vincent, you're so big," she moans, her body adjusting to his size.
He smirks, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her. You were made for my cock," he growls, setting a punishing pace. His hips slap against her ass, each thrust pushing her further up the bed. She meets him, pushing back, taking him deeper with each stroke.
The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of lust and desire. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm building. I'm gonna come," she pants, her voice ragged.
"Not yet, Kyndal," he growls, his fingers leaving her clit, his hand wrapping around her throat. He pulls her up, her back flush against his chest, his other arm banding around her waist, holding her in place.
His lips find her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're going to come with me, Kyndal. We're going to come together, understand?"
She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Vincent."
He smirks, his teeth sinking into her earlobe. "Good girl."
His hand squeezes her throat, his thumb brushing against her pulse point. His other hand finds her clit again, his fingers circling it, applying pressure. He starts to move inside her, his hips slamming into hers, his cock filling her completely.
She moans, her head falling back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed. "Look at me, Kyndal," he growls, his fingers tightening around her throat. "You're mine, Kyndal. Say it."
She swallows hard, her body trembling. "I'm yours, Vincent."
He smirks, his hips never stopping their punishing rhythm. You belong to me.
Only me," he growls, his hips slamming into hers, his cock pistoning in and out of her. She moans, her body writhing, her fingers clawing at his arm wrapped around her waist. I'm yours. Only yours," she pants, her voice ragged with desire.
He smirks, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, marking her. You're mine to fuck, mine to own. Mine to come inside." He grinds his hips into hers, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her, making her cry out.
"Fuck, Vincent, right there," she gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. You like my big cock hitting your G-spot." He punctuates his words with hard thrusts, each one pushing her closer to the edge. "Yes," she moans, her body writhing beneath him. "I fucking love it." He leans down, his lips claiming hers in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, dominating her.
She moans, her body melting into his, her hands clutching at his hair, holding him in place. He growls, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, before moving down to grab her ass, lifting her, pressing her against the wall.
She wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on. He grinds his hips into hers, his cock rubbing against her clit, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Vincent," she pants, breaking the kiss, her head falling back against the wall.
"I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer." He smirks, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. "You don't have to, Kyndal. I want to feel you come all over my cock. I want to feel your pussy gripping me, milking me for every last drop." He leans down, his tongue tracing a path down her neck, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. She cries out, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock.
He growls, his hips slamming into hers, his cock swelling inside her as he comes hard, his hot cum filling the condom. They stay like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged, as they come down from their high.
Vincent pulls out of her, making her whimper at the loss. He removes the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the nearby trash can. He turns back to her, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "On your hands and knees, Kyndal," he commands, his voice low and dangerous.
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge. She swallows hard, her body already responding to his dominance, and turns around, getting onto her hands and knees on the bed.
He runs his hand over her ass, squeezing it roughly. "Spread your legs," he orders, his voice thick with lust. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he takes in the sight of her, ready and waiting for him.
He runs his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her wet, swollen pussy. "Look at you, all wet and ready for me," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You're insatiable, Kyndal."
She moans, pushing back against his hand, seeking more contact. "Only for you, Vincent," she pants, her voice ragged with desire. "I need you inside me again. Please."
He chuckles, his fingers slipping inside her, pumping in and out, teasing her. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you, Kyndal?
Always needing more," Vincent taunts, his fingers picking up their pace, fucking her harder, deeper. She moans, her body writhing, her pussy greedily swallowing his digits.
He smirks, watching her with hungry eyes. "You want my cock again, don't you, sweetheart? You want me to fill you up, make you scream my name?"
"Yes," she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "I need you, Vincent. I need your cock."
He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of her, making her whimper at the loss.
"Patience, Kyndal," he says, his voice low and taunting. She hears the sound of foil tearing, and then he's back, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She pushes back, trying to take him inside, but he holds her in place, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Not yet, sweetheart.
She lets out a frustrated groan, her body aching for him. "Fuck you, Vincent," she growls, her voice laced with desperation.