Deeper Healing

53| Look At Us

Nikolai Coleman

Balls-deep inside her. My woman. My Leilani. Mine. All mi—

Fuck.

I could shoot my cum inside her uncontrollably just from being this deep inside her without moving any muscle.

Her walls gripped my throbbing cock like a vice, milking it with the insatiable, slippery fluids from her last orgasm. 

She felt so tight I felt deeply convinced my cock was the first to stretch her this much, straining her tight muscles to take me in. All of me, yet she took me so perfectly well and looked at me like she wanted me to rearrange her guts.

She didn't have to beg or put any effort because I'd been dying for this moment for ages. 

I slipped out of her milky slit, grabbing onto her wrists and pinning them above her head before slamming back inside so roughly I felt her body shake, her tits bouncing up and down her chest.

Her lips parted but no sound came out as she threw her head back, her back sharply arching.

Fuck me.

Seeing her like this flipped a switch inside me I could neither turn off nor control, a switch that made me pound so hard and fast into her that the only sound I could hear was my flesh clapping against hers mixed with deep guttural groans tearing from my throat and heavenly moans from her.

God, I'd forgotten what a woman felt like, how it felt to take what was given to me so generously and make it mine. I had never known what it felt like to be in paradise until I was inside her and now that I was, I didn't want to let go of it ever.

I withdrew my hands from hers to her hips instead, clutching onto them to lift her and penetrate her at a deeper angle.

My fingernails dipped into the skin of her hips while I shoved into her, breathing unevenly and grunting the harder I fucked her.

Leilani anchored her palms in tight knots onto the sheets, slightly lifting her torso to watch me claim her and mark her as mine.

Her eyes were on me, but I could tell she couldn't see me, at least not clearly. They were blurry with not only tears but desire and need so thick my cock twitched inside her.

She was sweating profusely, just like I was, the shade of her skin different. Her cheeks and ears were red, her skin burning up. Her voice was raspy and throatier, slowly fading and reduced to breathy moans.

I realised what I was doing. Was I going too hard and fast on her?

Despite every nerve in my body shouting at me to continue plummeting into her, I slowed down, holding her gentler, but she instantly protested, jerking her hips into me instead.

"No, don't stop," she protested, slamming her hips into my groan so I could continue taking her. "I want it this way. I—I—fuck me hard, please. I need you, Nik."

That was all the desperation I wanted to hear before slamming back inside her and building up my pace.

She cried out, her body twisting and convulsing while I mercilessly pounded into her. "Yes, please. Yes!"

Leilani extended her folded knee, planting her foot on my chest for anchorage. That drove me even wilder, charging me to drive into her at maximum intensity.

Her moans told me I hit the spot with every thrust. She deserved nothing less. I owed it to her and myself.

"Right there! Right—yes! Please, don't stop!" She was a moaning mess and those noises she made made me lose my mind.