Chapter 332 - 66: Deeper Still

Chapter 66: Deeper Still

Dane’s mouth was already on hers when he settled between her thighs again. The kiss was slower this time, heavier, like he was tasting the residual salt of her earlier climax on her tongue. Destiny’s legs parted wider without thought. The head of his cock nudged through the slick mess he’d left inside her earlier, and the contact alone made her hips tilt up in invitation.

He didn’t push in right away.

Instead he dragged the thick length of himself up and down her folds, coating himself in their mixed come. Every pass dragged over her swollen clit. Destiny’s breath hitched. Her hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the solid muscle there as he kept the slow, deliberate friction going. The wet sound of it was unmistakable in the quiet room.

"Feel that?" he murmured against her mouth. "Still open for me."

She answered by rolling her hips, trying to catch the head of him. He denied her for another few strokes, watching her face the entire time. Only when her thighs started to tremble did he notch himself at her entrance and press forward.

The slide was effortless this time. She was still soft and flooded from before, and he sank in to the hilt in one continuous push. Destiny’s mouth fell open against his. The stretch was familiar now, but the depth still forced a soft, helpless sound from her throat. Dane stayed buried, hips flush to hers, letting her feel every pulse of his cock as it thickened further inside her.

He began to move in long, measured thrusts.

Each withdrawal dragged almost all the way out until only the head remained, stretching her entrance, before he drove back in with controlled power. The angle made the thick ridge of him catch against the sensitive front wall of her on every stroke. Destiny’s nails scraped down his back. She could feel the residual slickness of their earlier round being pushed out around him with every deep thrust, warm and messy between her thighs.

Dane shifted his weight to one forearm and reached between them. Two fingers found her clit and rubbed in tight, slow circles timed to his hips. The dual sensation built fast. Her walls fluttered around him. He felt it and groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating against her collarbone where he’d dropped his mouth.

He kept the rhythm steady until her breathing turned sharp and uneven. Then he changed it—shorter, harder strokes that kept the head of his cock grinding against that same spot inside her while his fingers never left her clit. Destiny’s back arched. Her heels dug into the mattress. The orgasm hit her in a sudden, hard wave, walls clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses. She cried out against his shoulder, body locking up as pleasure rolled through her in thick waves.

Dane fucked her through it without slowing, drawing the contractions out until she was shaking and oversensitive beneath him. Only then did he ease his pace, still buried deep, kissing the damp skin of her neck while she came down.

When her legs loosened he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made her whimper. Dane sat back on his heels between her spread thighs and looked down at her. His cock was glossy and dark, still fully hard, glistening with her release. He reached down and pushed two fingers into her, slow and deep, then drew them out coated in thick white fluid. He rubbed it over her clit in lazy circles, watching her hips twitch.

"Turn over."

Destiny rolled onto her stomach without hesitation. Dane’s hands settled on her hips and lifted them until she was on her knees, chest still pressed to the mattress, ass raised. He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing everything. The cool air of the room touched the wetness between her legs for half a second before the broad head of his cock replaced it.

He pushed in from behind in one smooth thrust.

The new angle forced a deeper sound from her throat. Dane’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave faint marks as he set a faster pace. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, steady and filthy. Each thrust drove her forward a fraction on the sheets until she braced her hands against the headboard to hold herself in place.

He leaned over her, chest to her back, one arm wrapping around her waist so his fingers could find her clit again. The other hand slid under her and cupped a breast, pinching the nipple between finger and thumb in time with his thrusts. Destiny’s forehead dropped to the mattress. The dual stimulation—his cock pounding deep from behind, the relentless pressure on her clit—built another orgasm faster than the last.

She came with a broken moan, body tightening around him so hard he had to grit his teeth to keep from following her. Dane slowed just enough to ride out the pulses, then pulled out completely. Destiny made a soft sound of protest, still shaking.

He flipped her onto her back again and settled between her thighs once more. This time he hooked both of her legs over his arms, folding her nearly in half, and drove back into her in one powerful stroke. The position opened her completely. She could feel every inch of him, the way the head of his cock pressed against her cervix on the deepest thrusts. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails biting in.

Dane’s face was above hers, eyes locked on hers as he fucked her hard and deep. Sweat slicked the place where their bodies met. The wet, rhythmic sound of him moving inside her was constant now. Destiny’s third orgasm started to crest almost immediately under the relentless pace. She tried to warn him, but all that came out was a high, desperate sound as her walls clamped down again.

He didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting through the climax, dragging it out until her vision blurred and her thighs trembled uncontrollably against his arms. Only when the strongest pulses faded did he slow, still buried to the root, breathing hard against her mouth.

Dane released one of her legs and reached between them again. He gathered the fresh slickness coating his cock and her folds, then brought his fingers to her mouth. Destiny opened without being asked. She sucked his fingers clean, tasting herself and him mixed together, while he watched her with dark, hungry eyes.

When he pulled his fingers free he kissed her, deep and claiming, sharing the taste. Then he started moving again—slower now, but no less intense. Long, grinding thrusts that kept the base of his cock rubbing against her oversensitive clit on every stroke. Destiny’s legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel him starting to swell thicker inside her, the telltale pulse that meant he was close.

"Inside," she whispered against his mouth. "I want it."

The words broke him.

Dane drove in hard and stayed there, cock pulsing as he came in thick, hot spurts. Destiny felt every jet of it, the way it filled her and began to leak out around the base of him with each residual throb. He kept rocking through it in shallow, instinctive thrusts until there was nothing left.

He collapsed carefully onto her, most of his weight braced on his forearms. Their skin was damp and sticking together. His cock twitched inside her as the last aftershocks faded. Destiny ran her hands down the strong plane of his back, feeling the residual tension ease under her palms.

For a long minute the only sound in the room was their breathing.

Dane eventually lifted his head. He kissed her slow and deep, the urgency gone, replaced by something quieter and just as intense. When he finally pulled out she felt the warm slide of him leaving her body, the wetness that followed in a slow trickle down the curve of her ass. He didn’t move away. He settled on his side and drew her against his chest, one heavy thigh draped over hers.

Destiny traced the clear skin of his chest where the black veins had once been. No trace remained. She pressed her palm flat over his heart and felt it beating strong and steady under her hand.

Dane’s fingers combed through her hair, slow and absent. Outside, the estate stayed quiet. Inside their room the air smelled of sex and clean sweat and the faint residual soap from his earlier shower. Destiny closed her eyes and let the solid heat of him sink into her bones.

They stayed like that until their breathing evened out completely. Neither of them reached for the covers. The night was warm enough, and the contact felt more necessary than sleep.