Chapter 255: Twelve & A Quarter Reasons She Can’t Walk
The moment Dex took over completely, she knew she was in trouble. One second she was rubbing her own clit. The next, Dex took over, bouncing her hard and fast on his cock buried deep in her ass.
The angle forced the air from her lungs. Her thighs trembled against his grip, muscles firing involuntarily as his pace left no room for adjustment.
"Feel that? This cunt is all mine. And I’m going to make it cum all over while I fuck you in the ass."
The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely.
Her thoughts fractured and all she could focus on was the burning stretch in her ass and the merciless way his palm rubbed her clit. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it, her body taking over completely.
She moaned, her body rolling.
Serena thought he was fully seated before. He wasn’t.
He pushed in further, all the way. Twelve and one quarter inches all the way.
A vicious, searing burn exploded deep in her ass as he drove her down harder. The sudden extra depth made her feel split open, the raw sting radiating through her core.
She gasped and tried to lift off him, but Dex’s hand moved from her pussy, grabbing her other thigh so he had both, and continued bouncing her on his cock.
"Dex ..."
Her vision whited out at the edges. Every internal muscle she had seized at once, her body unsure whether to resist or collapse around him.
She couldn’t move. All she could do was take it. But it was too much.
"Keep squeezing my cock just like that," he groaned against her ear. "Good girl."
Those two words undid her faster than anything physical. She hated how much she needed to hear them. Hated it and craved it in equal measure.
The tight ring of her ass quivered and then started to relax, the muscles loosening as her body gave in to the thick invasion. The sharp, burning sting began to soften, the fire gradually melting into a deep, throbbing warmth that made her whimper and push back against him.
But as she met his pace, that last bit of depth hit a new, devastating spot inside her. The stretch turned vicious and overwhelming, her walls locking down hard around his cock as her entire body shuddered.
Her hand shot up behind her, gripping his hair, whimpers turning into moans as her hips rolled down onto his cock in frantic, needy movements. Sweat slicked the space between their bodies.
Her pulse hammered in her throat, in her wrists, between her legs, everywhere he touched and everywhere he didn’t. She felt her body clench and release around him in powerful spasms she couldn’t control.
"Ride my cock, baby. Just like that," Dex breathed.
He then did something he hadn’t done with her before. Not like this. He let go of one thigh and spread his fingers, covering her entire cunt with his hand. He rubbed hard in rapid side-to-side movements, grinding down with pressure.
Her face burned as her pussy grew impossibly wet, juices coating his hand. Her inner thighs were shaking so hard she could hear the tremor in her own breath. The wet friction of his palm sent jolts up through her stomach and into her chest.
"That’s it ... soak my fucking hand," he groaned. "Such a good girl for taking my cock in your ass ... now be an even better girl and squirt all over my palm."
Her blood ran cold. She’d done that once with him and chose to lock that in the vault of things to never think about again because it was embarrassing.
"Dex—wait, I can’t," she gasped, fighting the rising pressure. Her hand clutched his arm, but her cunt and ass both clenched hard as the pressure continued to build.
"That’s right—keep clenching and fighting it. It’s only going to make you squirt harder."
All she could do was take it as the friction rose, her clit was on fire and her ass pulsing from the stretch. The dual sensations forced broken sounds from her throat.
"I own this cunt and ass," he said in an Alpha tone, while he rubbed her clit faster.
The agonizing load made her body thrash in his lap, her ass squeezing him in violent spasms. Then pressure burst into pure ecstasy. Her entire body seized, ass pulsing violently around his cock as powerful contractions ripped through her, milking him with such force that he moaned behind her.
Her abs contracted so violently her upper body curled forward. The orgasm didn’t crest and fade. It detonated, then kept detonating, wave after wave slamming through her before the last one finished.
A noise escaped her as she squirted forcefully, hot wetness pulsing out with every spasm.
Humiliation and pleasure blurred together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. She buried her face against his neck, breathing him in like oxygen.
His chest rumbled in satisfaction while he continued to relentlessly rub her and his rhythm turned feral.
Her body was still seizing from the first when the second wave stacked on top of it. She couldn’t breathe between contractions, her lungs refusing to cooperate while her muscles were in full revolt.
The combination of his thick cock buried in her ass and his palm grinding her clit in vicious side-to-side strokes left her completely helpless.
"Dex ..." Her voice cracked into a long, keening moan.
The wet, filthy sound of his palm grinding her soaked cunt mixed heavily with the sharp, rhythmic slaps of his cock pounding into her, growing louder and wetter with every bounce.
Then she felt his orgasm through their matebond and the first thick, hot spurt explode deep inside her, followed by another and another, each powerful jet filling her with searing warmth as his cock pulsed violently against her walls.
The noises he made weren’t like any she’d heard.
He didn’t relent on her pussy and continued rubbing her even as he came. Her breath came in short, frantic gasps, her chest heaving rapidly. She tried to fight the second wave, her hands clutching his arm tightly.
Just as she thought he was finished, his rhythm turned feral again. "You feel that pressure building again? Squirt for me a second time, baby."
A deep, pulsing heat bloomed low in her stomach and spread outward, her ass and cunt both clenching in perfect, desperate sync.
"Let go. Now," Dex commanded, his Alpha tone slipping out.
Her body immediately reacted. With a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob, she came apart again for him. The orgasm hit like a chain reaction, each contraction triggering the next, causing her to squirt a second time. She milked him with such force that another release tore through him.
"Fuck ... Serena—"
His words cut off mid-sentence, turning into a grunt as his cock throbbed deep inside her. Another release ripped through him, flooding her with more hot jets of cum.
His hand stopped on her clit, both of them panting hard. For a few heavy seconds he stayed buried inside her.
Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled out. She winced at the pain of that.
Before she could even catch her breath, Dexmon flipped her onto her back and was on top of her, spreading her wide.
The head of his cock was at her entrance, and he didn’t wait, pushing into her.
She gasped sharply at the sudden fullness. The other kind of fullness. This was the fullness that wrecked her. Because this one came with his eyes on hers and his heartbeat against her ribs and the unbearable intimacy of being completely known.
Her back arched off the mattress involuntarily, her body adjusting to the difference. The stretch was familiar but the sensitivity from everything before made it feel brand new, every ridge and inch registering with agonizing clarity.
"Still so fucking tight for me." His voice was rough, almost shattered.
He tightened his arms until she was completely trapped against his chest, then rolled his hips in one long, grinding stroke that forced her to feel every inch of him dragging inside her until he bottomed out.
Pinned beneath his weight, she could barely move, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He fucked her deep and slow.
Each stroke bottomed out against her cervix with a pressure that made her legs shake. She could feel him everywhere, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, his breath hot against her throat, his heartbeat thudding through his cock inside her.
Every single movement felt like a sacred promise, like he was pouring his entire soul into her body.
"Seven fucking days without this tight pussy. Never again." His pace went faster in deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak.
He could feel her tightening. "That’s it. Tell me you want my cum in your cunt."
Every thrust was dragging a broken moan out of her and Serena couldn’t form the words fast enough.
"Say it."
"I want your cum in my cunt," she gasped.
Dex slammed into that perfect spot again and again, watching with dark satisfaction as her body began to tense and tremble violently. Her back arched and her hips bucked on their own, chasing every brutal thrust.
"Eyes on me when you cum. I want to watch you fall apart while I breed this perfect cunt."
She met his eyes and immediately started to seize. Every muscle inside her contracted hard and fast, as her walls strangled his cock and forced him to fight for every thrust.
He drew out every wave before a groan ripped from his throat, deep and wrecked. His body locked against hers and a release consumed him, hitting her through their matebond.
His hips stuttered twice, then ground deep and held. She felt every pulse of his release inside her, the heat of it spreading through her core while her own walls contracted around him in answer, pulling him deeper.
"I love you, Dex," she whispered. "I thought I was going to lose you."
His mouth found hers, and the kiss swallowed whatever sound came next.
He kept grinding slowly into her, pushing his cum deeper, before finally stilling. Even after he stilled, her walls continued to pulse and squeeze around him in aftershocks, while she trembled in his arms, completely claimed.
Then he tore his mouth away and pressed his forehead to hers. For a long moment he just held her, as if he needed to feel her heartbeat against his own.
"I love you, baby." His voice cracked slightly. "My wife. My whole fucking world. And I will burn anything that tries to take you from me. You’re mine."
The words came out different than they ever had. Heavier. Older. Carrying the weight of more than one lifetime, though she didn’t know that.
Her throat tightened. She wanted to say something that matched the gravity of what he’d just given her, but the words she had felt too small.
"Yours," she echoed.
She pressed her lips to his jaw because more words would ruin it. Some things lived in the space between heartbeats, and this was one of them.
