Chapter 8

She didn't notice he had stopped until delicious wetness filled her throbbing pussy. She looked over her shoulder. Cameron was gone. Then she noticed him on his knees behind her with his face buried in her cunt.

In one blinding instant, her pain and rage and hatred turned to rabid consuming lust. She threw her tortured ass against his face. The plug bumped against his nose and sent shock waves through her insides.

He ate her pussy in great lashing strokes of his tongue and touched her inner channel with his probing fingers. He guzzled the juices spurting onto his cheeks as her orgasms rocked through her, one after the other.

She barely noticed when he rose up to take his place behind her. She didn't notice at all when he pulled his T-shirt over his head to reveal his rock-hard muscles flexing and beating with every seething breath. His biceps twitched when he grabbed her by the hips and swung her toward him.

His leather pants he discarded along with Sonya's clothes. His swollen cock sprang out at her in its burning need to reach her, to touch her, to invade her. Pearls of jiz dripped from its tip to glisten the spunky injection before it entered her.

He worked the tip into her folds, but the plug made her so tight he couldn't get it in right away. He paused on the threshold with the knob against her bones. She quaked to her foundations. This was it. This was the moment to which everything else led. She was his for the taking. She lay exposed and ready, tied and bound and spanked and eaten. Nothing separated them but one quick hitch of his hips in her direction.

He waited. He didn't nail her. Between gasps, she heard him groan in agonized tension. Every fiber clung to her in the glorious anticipation. He waited until the overwhelming surges of desire overtook her and forced her back against his spike.

He held his cock stiff and straight against her opening, and she rocked against her restraints to impale herself on that ferocious implement. Every move she made caused him to croak in perilous torture, but he kept his position and waited until she did it all by herself.

The plug tightened her tissues around his shaft to crush him to smithereens, but she drove herself backward harder than ever. She would have it. She needed it. She dreamed of this moment. All her fantasies came true in this.

Inch by inch, she took his horrible prick into her red hot box. Her spongy swollen G spot shivered when the umbrella head dragged over its aching center to find its place in her deepest recesses. Her mouth sagged open in naked craven hunger. She would take that massive monster to its hilt. She would destroy herself on its dripping tip.

Once she screwed it all the way down to the hair, he took over. “That is so good, baby. Take it hard. Can you feel that? Is that good for you?”

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, I want it.”

“Is it hard enough for you, baby? Do you like that cock inside you?”

“Oh, my God. Make me cum. Oh, oh, oh.”

He crushed her hips in his fists and pumped it in hard. His huge shaft banged against her cervix when it plunged to its limit, and she leaned back against it to grab every inch of its manhood.  Her sex closed around it, and her muscles fluttered along its length to drive him out of his mind.

He stroked his cock in to prod her cervix. Then he drew it out to swirl around her G spot. Her tissues swelled so tight he could barely move, but he rotated his hips to stimulate every spot around her molten crater. Only when he reduced her to a screeching harpy of nagging desire did he plunge his lance into her gash again.

Faster and faster he thrust until his hips smacked against the ass made red and raw by his hand. Every smack delivered her into the jaws of sulfuric brimstone to burst into flame. She hit back at his strokes to meet his pounding piston. His pubic bone hammered the plug into her ass while his cock touched every inch of her channel from the inside.

Terrible energy flooded over her. It consumed her every thought and took control of her actions. She went wild and out of control. She jerked her wrists against her restraints, but they wouldn't give an inch. The soft padding against her skin stopped her from hurting herself or she would have torn her skin in her desperate fury to get free.

What would she have done if she could get free? Where would she go? She would rend Cameron to pieces with her teeth. She would devour his limbs and his cock and his lips with everything she had. She would turn into some raging force of nature with no destination and no mind left at all.

He was her journey and her destination. He was the beginning and end. He filled her body with himself and her mind with passionate fulfillment. Why did she resist him? Why did he have to use all his powers of persuasion to convince her to come here with him to experience this pleasure? Didn't she know by now she wanted it? When would she ever learn?

He taught her. He taught her the meaning of pleasure with his thing inside her. His cock knew its way to her soul.

“God damn, baby. Oh, God, that's it. Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah. That's it. That's it. Oh, yeah.”

She only stared and screamed in the rising crescendo of climax exploding through her. He took hold of her neck and turned her around to stare at him instead of straight ahead at nothing.

The moment their eyes locked, she floated away into a blissful atmosphere of pink puffy clouds and angels singing on high. She stared into his eyes, but the vastness of space stretched out before her. Stars twinkled in the heavens, and majestic forces moved over galactic distances. Nothing could touch her out there.

He stopped talking to her. She was a billion miles away and not coming back any time soon, but his steady pounding beat held her suspended there in orbit while the nebulous tremors rocked through her without end.

His grip slackened, but she stayed where she was as if he still held her. She froze in place while he searched her eyes for any sign of recognition. She stared into the distance, beyond Earth, beyond humanity, beyond the universe.

His eyebrows jumped. His lips contorted. His jaw clenched, and his mouth formed a round O of horrendous shock. His hands didn't move, and he lost his hold. His hands hovered over her in lost agony. A moment later, he bellowed a thunderous roar that shook the house. No one could hear him, either, and she couldn't pity him after the terrible orgasms he gave her.

He glared into her eyes in burning fury. He jammed his cock against her bones and hovered there. He pulled it back and plowed in one more time to stay. He groaned in one continuous agony, and the steamy ejaculation spurted into her depths.

Once it started, he came back to awareness and set up his driving rhythm again. He pumped his pulsating cock into her saturated cunt to squeeze the last precious drops from his spike. He roared in her ear, and their combined juices mixed with sweat to stick their skin together with each smacking stroke.

Sonya soared down from her cosmic orbit to see him leaning in toward her. He squashed his hips against her ass, and their lips met somewhere in the limitless distance between them. She caught his mouth, and they danced in the steamy warmth surrounding their tongues.

Cameron hummed into her mouth. His chest stuck to her back. Jiz sealed his hips against her ass, and cum ran down her thighs. She couldn't turn around to meet him with her hands bound. He leaned an inch farther and flipped open the gate on the carabiner holding her.

The rope snapped back against its spring. The manacles still held her wrists together, but she could turn to kiss him better now. She arched her back, and he moved with her. He pushed her forward to lie down on the bed, and he moved up next to her.

With their eyes and lips locked in eternal harmony, they crawled up onto the bed. Cameron kept Sonya facing away from him with his big chest pressed against her back, but he wouldn't release her mouth.

At length, she came to rest on her side with him behind her. He wrapped one hand under her neck to support her and hugged her tight in a tender embrace. She settled into a position more comfortable than any she could remember in a long time. So many cosmic orgasms in a row reduced her to a soggy mush. She could barely move in the hazy softness of complete satisfaction.

Their tongues snaked around and around each other back and forth, and his hands covered her tingling skin with warm caresses. He admired her breasts and nipples, and he tickled up her ribs and down her belly to the sensitive triangle between her legs.

He flicked her clitoris to make her squeak until she worked her tortured ass against his damp crotch. He left off nagging her clit to pull the plug on her ass. She groaned against the intensity, but like a shot, he was back at her. His fingers spread her tissues one more time and plunged in to stir her to fresh excitement.

With his fingers occupying her pussy and squeezing spurts of honey from her fountain, he nudged his swelling cock into her ass. He held her back against him with his hand and swallowed the ecstatic shouts from her lips. He loomed large between her cheeks, but the toxic elixir made the passage easier. Her dark hole opened for him the way it opened for the toy, and his fingers titillated her back to the dizzying heights of pleasure.

She heaved against his iron grip, but she didn't resist anymore. She gave herself to the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain, of isolation and belonging, of sweet togetherness with him.