He dug his teeth into her neck, and a sharp, unexpected pain shot through her, causing her to inhale sharply. It was a sensation that teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain, a physical manifestation of the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing the mix of sensations to wash over her. She knew he wouldn't be gentle. Gentle is not him.
Zyler, sensing her discomfort, immediately softened his touch, soothing the spot where his teeth had been with gentle, almost reverent kisses. Each kiss was like a balm, easing the sting of the bite and sending a wave of warmth through her body. Autumn hissed, not out of pain but from the overwhelming blend of sensations that Zyler elicited from her.
"Does it feel good?" Zyler's voice, low and husky, was filled with concern and desire. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for an answer. His gaze was intense, almost hypnotic in the room's dim light. Autumn opened her eyes, meeting his stare.
He got lost in her eyes. They had a twinkle like a million stars in the galaxy couldn't have. She nodded. He descended her body to the object of his obsession. Her breasts. They were his desire. He latched his gaze onto them. This made her heart race. Her breath quickened, which made them touch his lips. She noticed him staring at them, her nipples glistening under the rumbling thunder once in a while. Damn his life, God took his time while creating them. Without warning, he puckered his lips around her nipples and squeezed them between his lips and teeth.
The pull reached down to her core, and she grabbed his hair. He released them and peppered closed-mouth kisses on them, twisting them, pinching, licking, sucking them until she couldn't take it anymore. They were his, his beauties to play with.
He pulled back, staring at them. In the shadowy room, lit only by the intermittent flickers of the storm outside, Zyler's fixation was wholly evident. His gaze, dark and smoldering, was locked onto Autumn's breasts, but it was her nipples that ensnared his deepest, most carnal desires. They stood erect and sensitive, an irresistible beacon to his insatiable hunger.
His hands, solid and unyielding, enveloped her breasts, fingers tracing the delicate curves with a possessive intensity. When his thumbs brushed over her already wet nipples, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, an electric charge that signaled the beginning of a relentless pursuit. He rolled them gently at first, feeling their texture and responsiveness before applying firmer pressure. Zyler watched her face, gauging her reactions, the subtle shifts in her expression fueling his desire even more.
"I wonder what they will look like with milk dripping down them," he groaned, wetting his lips. If that wasn't sexy, she didn't know what else was. He didn't give her a chance to reel back from his words.
His mouth descended upon her with an almost ferocious hunger. His lips found her nipple, enveloping it in a wet, heated embrace. The sensation was overwhelming — a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. He suckled with a fervor that was both rough and reverent, as if each pull, each tug at her sensitive flesh, was a vital necessity for his very existence.
His teeth, sharp and daring, grazed her nipple, not enough to wound but enough to send shockwaves of sensation radiating through her. The slight edge of pain only heightened the pleasure, a symphony of conflicting sensations that left Autumn teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
The room was filled with the raw sounds of their encounter — the wet suction of his mouth, her gasps, and moans, the storm's distant thunder echoing their passion. Zyler alternated between gentle lapping and intense, almost savage pulls, creating an exhilarating and overpowering rhythm.
Autumn, caught in the storm of his desire, felt herself unraveling. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him to her, a silent plea for more. The roughness of his ministrations, the way he claimed her nipple with his mouth, was a wild dance of dominance and surrender.
To Zyler, her nipples were like precious, forbidden fruit, each touch, each bite a testament to his dark, unbridled lust. He worshipped them with relentless intensity, an obsession that spoke volumes of his desire to possess, savor, and conquer every part of her.
The atmosphere in the room was charged with an animalistic fervor, a raw and unapologetic celebration of their primal urges. They were lost in a world of their own making, a world where Zyler's rough, passionate adoration of her body reigned supreme, a world where her nipples were the epicenter of their shared ecstasy.
"There is much more to this body," Zyler murmured, his voice a deep, resonant timbre that vibrated through Autumn's very being. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along the center of her cleavage. His lips followed, planting a trail of fiery kisses down her body, marking her with his presence, his desire.
Each kiss was a declaration. Each lick and stroke was of dark artistry as he explored every inch of her. His movements were unhurried, worshipful as if he were savoring the very essence of her. Autumn, lost in the moment's intensity, ran her fingers through his hair, her touch a gentle contrast to the hunger in his actions.
Zyler resembled a dark angel in that dimly lit room, an ethereal being consumed by earthly desires. He feasted upon her as if she were the answer to a hunger he had long harbored, a thirst that went beyond the physical. His mouth moved over her skin, sucking, tasting as if he were drawing her very soul into him, imbibing her essence until he was filled to the brim.
Autumn was swept up in the maelstrom of his passion, each kiss igniting a spark within her, each lick fanning the flames of her own desire. The sensation of being devoured so wholly, so thoroughly, was overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and surrender.
As Zyler continued his descent, his lips and tongue left no part untouched, no secret undiscovered. He moved with a predator's grace and a lover's tenderness, embodying their shared ecstasy's darkness and light. His reverence for her body was evident in every touch, every kiss, a silent vow of his unending craving.
Zyler, with a reverence that bordered on sacredness, reached Autumn's core, the epicenter of their shared desire. His fingers, deft and knowing, gently parted her, revealing the hidden depths of her arousal. A sharp and electric thrill shot through him, a visceral reaction that resonated to his cock.
The cool air of the room caressed her exposed clit, eliciting a shiver from the delicate bud. It stood, vulnerable and eager, a testament to their intense foreplay. Autumn's heady and intoxicating scent filled Zyler's senses, drawing him in deeper, anchoring him to the moment.
Her pussy, glistening in the sporadic light cast by the thunder outside, was like a precious pearl nestled within an oyster, a treasure of immeasurable value, waiting to be cherished. The sight of her, so open and inviting under his touch, was breathtaking. Though Zyler had seen her in this state countless times before, something felt profoundly different now.
Leaning closer, he allowed himself to be enveloped by the essence of her arousal. The sight of her, so ready and responsive, stirred something primal within him, a deep-seated urge to worship at the altar of her pleasure.
Zyler took a deep breath, inhaling her scent- a fragrance uniquely Autumn – a blend of desire, femininity, and the raw essence of their shared passion.
This act of smelling her, of taking her in so completely, was more than physical; it was an act of intimate communion. Zyler's deep moan, rumbling from the depths of his soul, was a primal sound, a vocal embodiment of his desire and adoration. It resonated in the dimly lit room, a low, harmonious echo to the storm outside.
Autumn, feeling the vibrations of his moan against her most sensitive spot, responded in kind. Her moan, a melodic counterpart to his, escaped her lips, filling the room with the sound of their mutual desire. It was as if their souls were speaking to each other. Their bodies were vessels for this passionate exchange.
"I don't think I will ever forget this smell," he chuckled. "I want to fuck you with my tongue," he rubbed his face on her pussy. He wished he could drown in it and die, but there was more. His dirty actions made her blush.
Autumn's blush deepened, a rosy hue that spread across her cheeks, a silent testimony to the effect of Zyler's uninhibited actions. The raw, unfiltered passion he displayed was a powerful aphrodisiac, heightening her arousal with each deliberate touch, each whispered word.
"But," Zyler suddenly pulled back, leaving a void where his warmth had just been. He stood up, his erection prominent, pulsating with the same fierce desire that coursed through his veins. He aligned himself with her, the tip of his cock just grazing her clit. The contact, minimal yet electric, elicited a deep moan from Autumn, her body shuddering in anticipation.
"I will let my cock do its job, and I will fill you to the brim," Zyler groaned, his voice laced with a promise of deep, fulfilling pleasure. His lips parted slightly as he threw his head back, allowing himself a moment to breathe and savor the moment's intensity.
He then pulled his cock back, his hand wrapping around it in a firm grip. He stroked himself, a deliberate, compelling action made all the more intense by his intent gaze on Autumn. He didn't need the stimulation, but he wanted her to see, to witness the effect she had on him. Watching him stroke his cock was something that made her mind go haywire. He looked sexy. She wanted to fuck him till there was no tomorrow. Was it all lust? She didn't care for once.
"Look at me, baby," he cooed softly, contrasting the commanding tone that had dominated earlier. His voice was gentle yet insistent, coaxing her to partake in the visual aspect of their lovemaking.
Autumn, her eyes previously closed in a blissful surrender to sensation, now opened them. She was met with the sight of Zyler in his most raw, unguarded state. The eye of him pleasuring himself, coupled with their deep connection, was mesmerizing.
"Watch me," he ordered, his tone firmer now, leaving no room for disobedience. Autumn found herself unable to look away, captivated by the raw masculinity of his actions.
She gulped; she knew it would split her into two. He hovered over her, raining her face with his kisses. Lining his tip to her entrance, he pushed it in. And she hissed, "Poor baby girl. This cunt is made of glass, isn't it?" he uttered as he pushed in deeper. Pain shot up her spine as her eyes widened. He grabbed her breasts and thrust them into his mouth, sucking on them.
"Ahh," Autumn moaned in pain. "It won't go," she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him. He stopped, much to her shock. "You are made for me, baby. It will fit," he pulled it out gently and dug deeper, pushing it all the way to the root, tearing her virginity. Autumn arched her back, screaming. The pain was too much.
He didn't want to. He wasn't vanilla. He pulled out and plunged it in deeper, stabbing her insides with force.
"Ughh," he voiced out. Her insides were squeezing the life out of his cock.
He pulled it back all the way out and thrust it in deep, and she breathed hard. "Breathe sweet cheeks," he cooed, and she relaxed.
He pulled it out and pushed it deeper, and Autumn couldn't hold it in anymore. She hugged him. The pain disappeared, and it started to become pleasurable. "Fuck this pussy," he moaned. "Fuck baby," he moaned. "This cunt is mine. This is made for me," he kept chanting.
It felt so deep and enticing. There was nothing else he could do. The storm outside and his heart mirrored the same. He macerated her with his weight, and Autumn sunk her teeth deep into his shoulder. The pleasure was too much.
"Mark me, Autumn," Zyler pleaded, his voice thick with desire and a vulnerability that only she could evoke. "Mark this body," he urged, taking her hands in his own and guiding them to his back. Hot to the touch, his skin was a canvas awaiting her imprint.
"Not an inch should be left," he instructed, his words laced with a deep yearning for her to claim him as intensely as he claimed her. He then increased the tempo, his movements becoming more fervent, more insistent. He plunged into her repeatedly. Each thrust a testament to his overwhelming desire, his need to connect with her on the most primal level.
"This is what I wanted," he moaned into her ear, each word punctuated by his rhythmic thrusts. His voice, so close and filled with raw emotion, was like a siren's call to Autumn. It resonated deep within her, stirring something dormant, awakening a ferocity in her response.
She tried to contain the burgeoning wave of sensation, to hold in the torrent of emotions that Zyler's words and actions had unleashed. But how could she? The intensity of their connection, the depth of their physical union, was overwhelming, sweeping away any semblance of restraint.
Her fingers dug into his back, nails grazing his skin, leaving trails that spoke of passion and possession. Each mark symbolized their bond, a testament to the depth of their connection. Zyler's back, under her touch, became a tapestry of desire, each line a story of their shared ecstasy.
As Zyler continued to move within her, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of their own making. The storm outside mirrored the storm raging within them, a connection of emotion and desire that bound them together in a dance as old as time.
"I can't," she kissed his cheek, not knowing what to do. "I don't know," tears streamed down her face as the intensity of this thrust increased. He raised her legs and wrapped them around his shoulders.
"I wouldn't mind dying in here," he picked up the tempo and fucked her tiny hole over and over again. She was suffocating his cock.
And then it washed over her, an unstoppable force that seized every fiber of her being. Autumn's orgasm hit with the ferocity of a tree collapsing in a powerful storm, overwhelming in its intensity. It coursed through her, a wave of pure, unbridled ecstasy that left her breathless, her body quivering under the magnitude of the sensation.
Zyler, witnessing the transformation of her expression into one of pure, orgasmic bliss, felt his control shatter. Seeing her in such a state of pleasure, the culmination of their shared passion, was the final catalyst that sent him over the edge.
With a dozen more powerful, deliberate thrusts, each one deeper than the last, Zyler reached his climax. His movements stilled as he came hard, a potent release that marked the peak of their passionate journey. He filled her insides with his semen, a physical manifestation of their intense union, a deep, intimate connection that transcended the physical act itself.
At that moment, as Zyler released into her, they were suspended in time, their bodies locked together in the most intimate of embraces. The storm outside mirrored the upheaval of their emotions, a symphony of rain, thunder, and wind that played in tandem with their own crescendo of passion.
Exhausted, fulfilled, and still entwined, they lay there after their intense encounter. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the beating of their hearts, which slowly returned to a normal rhythm. The storm outside began to diminish, its fury dwindling just as theirs had, leaving a sense of calm and quiet in its wake.
"Where did you hide her?" she stroked Zyler's hair, caressing his face.
"Why?" he rubbed his stubble on her nipples, while pushing his cum deep into her hole with his fingers.
"I am curious," she was. She wanted to know where that woman was.
"I just filled this tiny whole with my cum and you want to talk about something else?" he twisted her clit, and she inhaled.
She grabbed his dick, shocking him. "Two can play this game," she squeezed the head, moving her hand up and down, gently stroking his cock, occasionally squeezing it.
"Where did you learn this?" he moaned.
"I want the truth," she squeezed it more, and he lost control. "If we want this to work, we need to be truthful to each other," she brushed her thumb on the tip sending his cock and heart into overdrive. It twitched with her every stroke.
"My old milling shed," she was the only one who could make him do anything without trying hard.
"Why are you so worried?" he lost his mind while she worked on his veiny cock. She didn't answer. The more she moved her hand on his dick, the deeper he pushed his cum into her, pushing his fingers deeper, fucking her.
And within a few more thrusts, he came hard, and she did, too. Content, Zyler pulled her up. "You need to use the bathroom, baby. I don't want UTI," he set her up on the toilet while he grabbed warm towels. She did her business, and he dragged her into the shower. He bathed her and dressed her up. They both fell asleep, not knowing a storm was brewing somewhere.