Caught in the Snow

12. Very NSFW

Chapter 12. NSFW

Heisenberg presses his hips forward with the tip of his dick pressing against her pussy. She takes in a sharp breath, craving him more now than ever. The closer he gets to penetrating her, the more desperate she becomes. She can feel the heat of him as he begins to push into her already wet pussy.

“Heisi!” Her mouth opens as he gently, yet firmly, rocks his hips, taking her inch by inch on every push, until he’s set half way in her. He’s warm and she’s widening, stretching just a little to let him fill her.

“I like that name,” He bends forward, kissing her neck, then mutters with his hot breath tickling her ear, “let’s see if we can make you scream it.”

He jerks forward, sinking in fully.

“Kaaarl!” The sliding burn of the stretch is an altogether satisfying one. And that push signalled the end of his gentleness.

He begins to take her in a slow but firm rhythm, flexing his arse cheeks as he probes her insides with a guttural – almost bestiary – groan.

“That’s what I like, baby.” He quickens the pace a little. The sound of their bodies coming together fills the air, along with the sweet scent of her sex and his masculine musk.

“Karl, oh Mother Miranda - give me all you’ve got!” With a swish of the wrist, he summons an iron bar from the pipes on the wall. It gushes water onto the floor, but he doesn’t care – he just needs something to pin her down with.

He shoves her hands back against the worktop, securing them with the press of the bar. She’s his – there and bare for the claiming in any way he desires.

“That’s cheating,” She purrs, lapping up the way he dominates her, claims her, controls her in an almost loving way.

“My factory, my rules, princess.” He grinds into her, pressing so deep that she can feel his heavy-set balls against her sensitive, soaked skin. Something in her stirs, and it’s not just passion as his hands glide over her breasts and his lips meet the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

“Get the bar off,” She says.

He stops mid kiss and sits up, a slighty startled look on his face – though he doesn’t take his throbbing prick out. “What?”

“I said,” She punctuates every word, “get. The. Bar. Off. Because I’m going on top.” She grins and he does too, laughing darkly in her ear.

“God, you’re sexy.” He tosses the bar to the side with a loud clang.

With that he climbs up on the work bench and lies on his back, slinging an arm behind his head and smiling in that sexy way of his, which lands somewhere between a sneer and seduction.

“Likewise.” As she climbs on top of the Adonis that is Lord Heisenberg, her body is shaking. There’s an emptiness inside her which can only be filled, quite literally, by him. His dick points up, slicked with her juices and she flicks her hair back over her shoulder.

She sinks down on him, feeling that now familiar stretch once again, and adjusting her stance to straddle him securely. Immediately, he starts to rock his hips, building momentum as she joins in.

“Heisenberg...” She all but whines, riding him.

“Mhf.” With his free hand, he reaches down, pressing his thumb to her clit and circling it. His lips press tightly together, pinching as he breaths heavily – his hairy chest rising up and down and beginning to glisten with sweat.

She rolls her hips, clashing with him so that he reaches deep within her. “Oh gods...”

“No, but...” He grins. “Feel free to worship.” He half chuckles, the sound cracking as he gives a satisfied sigh.

His ragged hair, silver and mahogany, gets tangled at the motion as his body slides up and down the bench with each of her thrusts. She can’t help it, heat balls up in her stomach, ready to explode – she tries desperately not to cum, to savour the sweet surrender of the Lord between her thighs. There’s no fighting it though, even with her on top, he’s the one in control.

“Karl!” Her body jolts, back indenting and as she cums. He forces his hips up – tip jutting into her g-spot. Her pussy pulses, sending out wave of wave of hot liquid with a sound that can only be described as crude.

Heisenberg fucks her through it, more slowly but enough to have her light headed with the sensation.

“That was... So good.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not done. Now, where was I before your delightful little show?”

Despite what he said about going back to his earlier position, Karl goes for another one entirely. Before she can work out what’s going on, he turns the tables, getting her face down on the bench with her backside in the air.

“Geeze...” There’s part of her that isn’t sure if she can take any more, and another part which wants to see just how far he can take her. Clearly, that orgasm from her was just play to him.

He snatches her ankles, pulling her over the edge and splitting her legs open in one swift movement. He penetrates her pussy in a slick motion that has her sending out a satisfied scream. She is already overestimulated when he puts a hand on the back of her head and pushes down.

“Tell me if this is too fast,” He says and she can hear the grin lacing into his words. “And scream if you want to go faster.”

He starts to ram her hard, pistoning into her like some powerful machine going into overdrive – her cries of overstated pleasure only spurring him on.

“Harder!” She finds herself screaming as he finds the perfect angle for the cushioned mound to be stimulated.

“Your wish,” He drives into her with a grunt, “my command.”

He juts in and out of her so hard and fast that he slips out of her on occasion, and it’s torture when he does. She wants him, craves him, needs him with every fibre of her body.

“Nearly – uh - there,” He grits his teeth as she gapes, mouth open like a fish as he pounds into her.

Everything aches but in the best possible way. Her tits are crushed against the bench, nipples hard and his weight draping over her back is setting her flesh on fire with desire.

She can feel it. She’s going to cum again. Her body tightens, contracting around him and taking her breath away. She hopes to Mother Miranda that he’s done too because this sensation – it’s too much!

“Kaaaarrrl!” Her voice breaks and luckily, he pulls back. Sticky, wet spunk runs down the back of her thigh, leaving them both panting. He barely pulled out in time and now he collapses against her back, his own wire hair covered legs shaking.

“Fuck,” He mutters in an unusually taken aback way before pressing one long, hot press of a kiss on the back of her shoulder.

This time there’s no smug comment to follow it.