I felt goosebumps, a grave chill on the back of my head, followed by a weakening sensation on my hips, pricking to the spot where Ares’ tongue was.
His swift thrust felt like a vibration humming and buzzing through me until those wet noises filled my ear, and when he pulled back, I think I squirted.
My hip angled forward, but before I could make my placement anymore uncomfortable, I felt the tip of Ares’s cock at my entrance.
Without giving me a breath or a moment, he slammed his cock into me with force. I jostled harshly in the air, my legs wrapping around his muscular waist tightly, as he buried deeper, until my breast pressed into his chest.
Ares groaned, it wasn’t a grunt like always, but a fucking sound that was the most sexy tune I have ever heard. I milked him just by the vibration, and it came again, far deeper this time.
Ares’ body shook, his fingers unable to stay in place because of how much the pleasure consumed him.
I wish I could see this moment, see Ares get influenced by me. He was always so stoic, so still, more lifeless when he fucked me, but this was different; it was like he was ripped out of the chains holding him, and he was unable to handle the bliss.
"This, babydoll..." he growled, trying to speak with restraint before he lost himself, and my heart raced beyond anticipation. "...this is your soul bleeding for me." He redrew his cock only to slam right back in, and my body jolted, the strain shooting to my arms.
"Honey!" I gasped because he reprised the action, and I wasn’t sure my hand could take coercion anymore because it felt like they were gonna separate from me.
But Ares’ erratic penetration, the growls and groans leaking off him, I couldn’t miss those for anything. He was entirely driven by pleasure and not using his head like he usually does.
Ares was feral.
I tried to keep up, but it’s impossible to, not with him like this, but I embraced it all because I knew what he doesn’t at this moment. Ares wasn’t using his pattern... or control, he was eaten away by the pleasure, he was enjoying himself more purely than a quick fuck to scratch an itch.
I could say the same for me, too, and this felt far too different, far too... right.
Ares unleashed everything on me, instantaneous, hard, and utterly lost.
His nail clawed my thighs, his face buried in my neck, his hips locking with force but a driven softness like he couldn’t pause on the idea of not feeling my warmth. He was desperate for it.
It was too much, but it was everything. Ares was losing himself more, taking me nearer and nearer to insanity along with him, until the air was all about our rabid fucking like we were animals. The skin slapping vehemently, my rhythmic moans, Ares’ growls.
I can’t even begin to describe how my body shook from the force, my breasts rocking up and down until it was too painful, the tightness in my wrist, my lungs.
I moaned his name faster and over and over again like a broken record picking up along with his passionate thrusts. My head was taken aback, my hair falling off my shoulder, my body convulsing with too much friction, overriding me faster than my slamming heartbeat.
Ares pounded into me with the strength of a bull, and I could feel my body muscles tautening, biting pain, and burning down my bones.
I screamed helplessly, so loud, so lost that I saw black, passing out momentarily, only to be woken back by his semen flaring inside me, and his thrust grew more swift, shoving back everything so that I would take it all in.
He released me, twirling me and angling my ass backwards before he shoved into me from behind. His thrust was slow, and every penetration was so deep I could feel him everywhere, before he pushed into me completely.
My throat grew sore, my entire body quaking from the fierce pleasure, trying to keep up, but I couldn’t. I shook tremendously, and he thrust harder and harder and...!
"HONEY!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, my tiptoes grazing the rug beneath my feet, for I was suspended by his grip, keeping me in place for him.
Ares clutched my hair, tugging on it, and pain shot through me. I could smell blood, I think from his nails scraping my flesh.
Smack!
I sucked in breath until I stopped accumulating air as his spanks picked up with his gait.
I blanked out, but it wasn’t darkness that took me; it was a climax, a kind that came out quietly, and all my body could do was tighten up like a stick, my mouth wide with no sound left to give.
"Fuck!" Ares growled when I crammed so tightly that his thrust was inconsistent and sluggish; he couldn’t pull out for movement at all.
All he did was plow so deep and stop, discharging his semen into me, loading me up until I could feel the spill running down my thighs, combined with mine.
Ares’s breath was ragged, and with every intake, I could feel the vibration of his chest on my back. I don’t know how long we stayed in that position, his cock buried deep with no room, our sweaty bodies glued together. The heat was so hot that my nostrils felt like they were boiling.
Ares buried his face in my neck, trying to exhale and inhale. This must have taken too much out of him. He brushed my hair to the side, his lips to my cheek.
He was still trying to breathe, and I was too. We didn’t say any words to each other for close to a minute.
Just the sync of our breath mingling, our racing hearts matching beats, almost like we were one.