My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 140

Sera

"Every fucking inch."

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice raspy.

He started moving again, but he didn't return to the brutal hammering. He pulled his hips back agonizingly slow. I felt every single thick vein on his cock drag against my sensitive walls. He pulled almost all the way out, letting the blunt, purple head hover right at my wet entrance.

My pussy throbbed, completely empty and aching for a full second.

Then he pushed forward, gliding back inside me with a slow, deliberate, heavy grind. He didn't just slide straight in; he rolled his hips upward at the very end of the thrust, making the thickest part of his shaft scrape directly against that sensitive spot at the roof of my pussy.

My eyes rolled back into my head. A loud, sharp gasp tore out of my throat.

"Right there," he grunted, feeling my violent reaction.

He did it again. Slow pull out. Then pushed back in heavily grinding against that sweet spot.

With every deep push, my bare back slid up the wet, jagged stone of the cave wall. The rock was hard and completely unforgiving. It scraped harshly against my shoulder blades, leaving stinging, red scratches across my skin.

It hurt. The stone was biting into my back, his massive cock was stretching my opening to its absolute physical limit, and his thick fingers were wrapped heavily around my throat. It was too much pressure. It was entirely too rough.

But I loved it. The sharp sting on my back perfectly grounded the blinding, overwhelming pleasure between my legs. The pain made the pleasure sharper. I didn't pull away from the wall. I leaned harder into the jagged stone, letting it scratch me deeper as he pumped his hips.

Fenris watched my face. He saw my eyes glaze over. He felt me leaning into the rough treatment.

"You like that.”

He let go of my throat. He grabbed both of my hips with his massive hands. His thick thumbs dug painfully deep into my hip bones.

"Hold on," he warned.

He completely abandoned the slow pace. He slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with a loud, wet smack of flesh against flesh. Then he pulled back and slammed in again.

He picked up a brutal, relentless rhythm. He fucked me violently, his hips moving in a blur of pure, feral aggression. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed deafeningly across the hot spring.

I couldn't hold back my screams. I dug my short nails deep into the thick muscles of his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pounded me relentlessly against the stone.

He lost his control completely. He let out a loud, roaring growl against my bleeding skin. His grip on my bruised hips tightened until I felt my bones ache. He hammered into me three more times, completely rapid and impossibly deep.

On the final thrust, he completely bottomed out and went rigid.

I felt the sudden, thick, pulsing spurts of his hot cum painting my cervix. He emptied himself deep inside me, his massive body trembling violently against mine with the force of his release. He pumped his hips slightly, grinding his hard pubic bone against my swollen clit as he shot load after load into my womb, his fangs still locked securely in my flesh.

We stayed exactly like that for a long time.

My legs were completely dead, hanging limply around his waist. My arms were draped heavily over his broad, scarred shoulders. I listened to his ragged, heavy breathing. The loud slapping sounds had stopped. The only sound left in the cavern was the soft bubbling of the hot spring and our echoing breaths.

Fenris slowly released his bite. He dragged his tongue over the fresh puncture wounds on my shoulder, licking away the small beads of blood before he lifted his head. He looked down at me. His face was completely relaxed. The heavy burden of guilt, the shadows of his brother, and the violent rage from the courtyard were completely gone from his dark eyes.

He pulled out of me slowly. I whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, a thick mixture of his cum and my slick instantly spilling out of my swollen opening and dropping into the water.

He lowered me down carefully until my feet touched the slippery floor of the pool. The hot water rushed back over my sore, throbbing pussy. He didn't let me go. He wrapped his thick arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest, and rested his heavy chin on the top of my head as we stood together in the quiet steam.

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