Every Grunt Of My Name Like I Was Salvation

I fisted Axel’s dick and stroked slowly, feeling how hot and pulsing he was. He moaned lowly, opening his eyes and looking at me.

“Is this okay?” I asked softly.

“Anything you… do… is okay,” he managed, his voice like gravel. “I just… need… re-relief.”

I nodded, stroking him faster, before I stopped. Axel gasped, his eyes flying open.

“Relax,” I said as I got to my knees between his legs, not caring about what he said about precious things not getting on their knees—and he doesn't seem to care either—and leaning down to lick his weeping crown.

Axel’s hip buckled, a low groan rumbling in his throat. I pushed my hair away when it got in the way, not even feeling the cold spray of the shower.

I took Axel slowly into my mouth, making sure he felt everything. He was even hotter now than I had him in my mouth, the thought of how hot he would be inside me made me moan.

I continued to swallow him until all of him was in my mouth, and I didn't even pause to breathe. I started bobbing my head, hollowing my cheeks as I did my best to suck him hard.

Axel fisted my hair, holding my head in place as he thrust, hitting the back of my throat.

“Ahh,” he moaned, thrusting again.

I gagged, closing my eyes as it watered, but I didn't pull away. I just let him pleasure himself, the dampness between my legs growing with every moan that slipped out of his lips, with every grunt of my name like I was his salvation.

He continued to fuck my mouth, but all too soon, he moaned loudly as he pulled away. I opened my eyes to see him stroking his cock, looking at me as he grunted. His body jolted as he came, still stroking his dick, his body shaking. The first rope of cum hit me in the face, just barely missing my eye.

I gasped, my eyes widening as I raised my hand and touched it. That was supposed to be disgusting, but instead it turned me on even more. Axel watched me as he kept cumming, his eyes half open. I wiped the sperm off my face, but instead of washing it off, I did something that shocked us both; I brought the finger to my mouth and slowly sucked it in while maintaining eye contact with Axel.

“Ah, fuck!” he roared, biting his lips to keep the sounds contained.

I sucked my fingers like I was sucking his cock, closing my eyes as I kneaded my breast, pinching my nipple.

Oh, fuck, it felt so good. The sperm tasted salty, not as disgusting as I once thought it would be. I sucked harder, pinching and rubbing my breast.

“Open your eyes, Rosette,” Axel growled. I peeled them open to see Axel staring at me. His eyes were no longer glowing; instead, they were now dark. “Touch yourself. Use those fingers and fuck yourself while I watch.”

“You want… me to touch myself in front of you?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

I didn't waste any time removing my fingers from my mouth. I trailed it down until they brushed against my clit. I moaned, rubbing my clit as I squeezed my breast, moving to the other one.

I left my clit and rubbed against my folds, teasing it with my fingers before I slowly pushed one in. Axel watched me, his eyes following my every move without even blinking.

I pushed another finger inside, opening my legs wider as I fucked myself. My fingers slipped in and out, my walls clenching. I pushed my fingers in deeper until their full length was in me, trying to scratch that inch that I just couldn't reach.

“You need something deeper, don't you, baby?” Axel grunted, his eyes greedily soaking in my fingers moving.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Something like what?”

I groaned. “You know what!”

He finally looked away and looked into my eyes, his so dark, I almost couldn't see the blue. “Say. It.”

“Your cock,” I gasped, my fingers moving faster, my hips thrusting. “Axel, I need your cock.”

In a blink, Axel picked me up, carrying me back to the bathroom and throwing me on the bed. He was on me before I even landed, pinning me down with his body.

“Spread your legs,” he growled.

It was dark, and I wanted to see his face. So instead of doing as he says, I asked, “Can we turn on the light?”

Axel didn't even bother to answer. He just grabbed my legs, pinned them on his shoulders, holding them there. And then he thrust in, filling me with his whole length in one go.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as I felt him in.

“Shh,” Axel hushed in a grunt. “We need to be quiet, Rosette.”

How could I be quiet when it felt like he was rearranging my insides? I knew I wouldn't be able to stay quiet so I covered my mouth with my hand.

“Good girl,” Axel grunted, slamming in. He withdrew until only his crown remained then slammed back in, his balls slapping against my cunt and causing another sweet friction. Combined with his brutal thrusts, I stood no chance as I came, biting down on my palm as I moved my hips, thrusting to meet his, chasing that sweet climax that shook my entire being.

“You’re gripping my dick so hard, I think it would break,” Axel growled, slamming in despite his complaint, his hold tightening on my legs.

I closed my eyes, gasping and moaning into my palm as I came. Axel didn't even slow his thrusts, didn't give me time to breathe.

I tasted blood from how hard I was biting my palm, but I didn't stop. My orgasm finally ended and Axel pulled away. I thought he was giving me time to breathe, but I thought wrong.

He pulled me to his lap, where I sat while he kneeled, immediately penetrating me again, and this time I felt him deep.

He captured my mouth in a kiss, shutting me up before I could cry out again. He held my ass, spreading my cheeks as he thrust in.

“So good,” he groaned against my lips. “You feel so fucking good, Rosette. So wet that my dick is slipping in without any trouble. So warm that it feels heavenly in there. So tight that your walls are clenching around my cock, making it hard for me to move. You’re perfect, Rosette. So perfect that I think I might knot in you.”

His words were like some drugs that made my head clouded. I wanted to do more. I wanted to keep him talking, but then those last words registered, and all thinking stopped.

Knot in me? What does that even mean?