exciting and most of the time it was much more frustrating than pleasurable.
But this girl, she was like the perfect marriage of the two, and he was excited by her seductive dance on his cock. He simply could not wait any longer to take her.
Sitting up and taking her twisting, screaming body into a full embrace, he lifted her ass a little, while her body bucked against his hand’s grip on her ass, and then spun her down to the mattress, coming in on top of her, between her legs, without leaving her rolling body.
Kristina's eyes went wide, and looked at him with wonder and confusion, and then the confusion cleared. Serious fear shot through them, "Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you," he told her with a smile, and then started fucking into the wild storm of her ecstasy with mirthless power.
Kristina heard what he said, but part of her also heard the lustful greed behind the words. When his hips and ass began driving his cock into her with deep strokes, she knew that this was her end-game. She had nothing further to offer. She had hoped that he would have climaxed again, before he was in complete control, but that hope was dashed.
Having no control of her breath or her voice, she couldn't beg him to slow down, or not to hurt her. Wrapping her legs around him, and gripping his broad, well defined shoulders in her hands, and occasionally clawing at his back, she gave up and felt herself devoured by his lust.
He took her for a long while between her thighs, and then his powerful hands grabbed her listless body. He put her on her knees, taking her from behind. He pulled her up off her hands by her hair, bending her body back while his other hand kept her hips in place, and then started pounding her.
She was lost, even her climaxes felt exhausted, by the time he had pounded his climax wildly into her.
When he let go of her hair, she fell into the bed, bouncing a little when she hit the mattress. She felt Nolan slide onto the mattress beside her, and say something about her being a great fuck. On the edges of her world, she felt his hand grip her left ass cheek and give her a shake, mumbling something about her ass being sweet and needing a good fucking. Then he was asleep.
She wasn't sure how she knew he was asleep, but it was as clear to her as her awareness of her own body.
She recalled the word, ravaged . That fit her current state. Crawling out of the bed, she crossed the floor to the bathroom and sitting on the edge of the tub, she started the shower. Inside the steam and streams of the shower, she felt her body begin to revive. The endorphins and other wonderful chemicals which saturated the blood stream after orgasms warmed her body and brought her into a heightened level of awareness.
Stepping out of the shower, she felt her body's trembles and quakes. She felt the use of her pussy, and the abuse of her abs from multiple climaxes pushing her well past her stamina. She looked at her hips and found the tracing of a light bruise there from his hand. Her breasts were raw from his mouth and her nipples sore from him pulling them with his fingers. But, despite all of this, she felt wonderfully fulfilled and when she came into the room and inspected his completely spent body, she felt a sense of power deep within her in which new-Kris reveled in.
She studied him for over an hour, even taking his spent cock, which was still sizable, into her hand and looking at it from different angles. Kris had not only survived the encounter with this sexy beast, but she was the one who was awake and revived while he slept, spent of his energy.
Smiling, she fixed her pillow, pulled back the covers, and slipped into bed. After replaying the night through in her mind and processing everything, she thanked whatever god was looking out for this little girl tonight, and went happily to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Kris woke late in the morning. Nolan was no longer in the
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