This week’s Holy Wow is dedicated to the surprisingly raunchy Alaric McCabe. I won’t lie, my tongue was just about hanging out of my mouth when I read this scene. All I could think was that Keely McDonald was one lucky girl. So, without further ado, here it is:
One hand left her and then she felt the brush of his knuckles as he positioned his cock at her opening. He pushed and his thickness filled her, stretching her around his shaft.
She moaned softly. It was a wondrous sensation as he forced himself deeper. Her body clasped tightly to him and rippled over his hardness. When he pulled back, her swollen tissues protested the movement and clamped wetly around his cock.
“Does it pain you?” he asked.
“Nay,” she whispered.
He thrust into her, harder this time. Never had she felt so stretched, so full. And as he was assured that she could take him this way, he began to ride her more vigorously.
He reached up and grabbed on to her bound wrists. Holding her tightly, he pulled back as he thrust forward.
The smacking sound of his thighs pounding against her her bottom filled the air. As gentle as he’d been before, now he took her ruthlessly, setting a pace to please himself.
Faster and harder and then he paused, buried deeply inside her. She was opened wide and defenseless against whatever he wanted to do. It only heightened her excitement. She wiggled impatiently, but he held her still as he remained lodged inside her.
Then he withdrew and pounded forward. Much slower and methodical this time. He was in control, his thrusts measured. Hard. Deep. Over and over he retreated and plunged forward until she was begging him to give her release. She needed more. She needed him to move fast and hard, to provide sweet friction.
“Have I not said that you are to obey me this night?” he asked huskily. “‘Tis I who say the commands, Keely. You will say naught buy aye to whatever I ask.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth in sweet agony as he powered forward in a particularly forceful thrust as if to reinforce his words. Aye, he was in control. She had none.
She had to bite her lip to keep from protesting when he pulled from the tight clasp of her body. He pulled her to her feet and held her until he was sure she was steady. Then he grasped her shoulders and pushed her to her knees on the floor.
His cock was hugely erect, stiff and distended just inches from her face. It gleamed with her wetness and the skin was stretched tight over the broad tip.
“Open your mouth, Keely.”
He thrust one hand into her hair and cupped her nape, at the same time he grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and guided it toward her parted lips.
Her mouth stretched around his swollen girth and he pushed deep. At first she struggled to accommodate him, but he was patient, giving her time to adjust and to breathe through her nose.
Wanting to please him, she took more, but he pulled at her hair to prevent her action. “Nay, just remain still,” he murmured.
Holding her head with both hands, he began to thrust inside her mouth. Slowly at first. He glided across her tongue and to the back of her throat. As she relaxed more, he became more demanding, pushing deeper and holding himself there before retreating so she could draw breath.
The only sounds she could hear was the wet sucking noises as he powered in and out of her mouth and his own harsh breathing.
He groaned when a tiny amount of liquid spurted onto her tongue. Salty and tangy. She prepared herself for more, but he pulled himself roughly from her mouth and then pulled forcefully at his shaft with his hand.
His semen splashed onto her chest. He held her neck and tilted her head upward as he he directed more over her breasts. His fingers tightened at her nape and he groaned as he worked the last of his release onto her skin.
And now I’m off to have a cold shower. Have a happy Wednesday, everyone!