Tenure

20. Kiernan

20

Kiernan

I can’t breathe.

He’s pried me open and sucked my insides out, left me for dead, unable to move or think or so much as blink, let alone catch my breath. But before I can try to remember how to oxygenate my body, he’s sealed my lips shut with his mouth and is squeezing my windpipe at the same time as he slides his cock back inside of me.

It’s enormous. Nothing like that little bullet vibrator SJ bought me that I like to fuck myself with. It’s about the size of a thumb, and from what I can tell he had two thumbs in me, plus a tongue, and now he’s shoving his stupidly big dick into my body and expecting me not to pass out.

He pulls out and then slides back in, my pussy weeping around him, running down my thighs, wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. He groans into my mouth as he sinks into me again, flexing his hand around my neck, spots forming at the edges of my vision.

I feel my insides fighting him, the stretching almost unbearable, except that every time he pulls out I want him to push back into me even harder.

He starts to pick up a rhythm, his hand flexing around my neck to his pumps, my vision brightening and darkening as I desperately try to hold on for the ride. His lips never move from mine, never part, and I muster all the strength I have to raise my dead arms to his back and dig my nails into his skin.

He jumps and groans, mashing our foreheads together and finally breaking his mouth away from mine, panting desperately. I know there’s no catching an easy breath with this man. I know I’ll have to fight for every scrap of air.

I don’t care.

“Are you with me, baby?”

I can’t speak, can’t answer, so I just dig my nails into him one more time to let him know I’m right on the edge. I’m with you.

“Shit, shit, shit. ” He’s swearing as he pounds into me, and all of a sudden he lets go of my throat, sits up on his knees, and drives into me so hard my entire body shatters.

“FUCK!” he yells at the same time, his fingers digging into my hips pulling me even tighter onto him like he wants to break me in two.

I can’t . . .

The roaring orgasm renders every muscle in my body completely useless.

The sight of him up on his knees, pulling my ragdoll body tighter onto his dick as he blows his load in me, his neck pulsing, sweat running down his chest . . . It’s too much.

The sudden rush of oxygen . . .

He’s too much.

“Kiernan?” I hear him say, his voice breathless and raw.

“I’m fading,” I mutter.

I feel him drop back down over me, smoothing the wet hair off my face as I look drowsily up at him, my vision completely whiting out.

He drops his mouth to my ear and runs his fingers gently over my neck.

“Night night, babygirl,” he whispers.

And then everything goes black.