Free Unearthed Treasure by Elizabeth Lapthorne

more, the darkness overwhelming her.
    “More, David, please!” she pleaded.
    Answering her without words he fucked into her faster, harder now. He stretched her thin passage, the lubricant easing his way and making wet sucking noises as he moved with speed. Nerves were stimulated, and with her clit receiving attention from her own hand, Chelsea’s desire climbed higher, spiking with this new sensation. Tension rocked her body and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. The threatening wave of orgasm rumbled on her horizon.
    “Fuck me, David,” she cried out, losing herself as she felt the storm approaching. Electricity seemed to spark from her body, the intensity of her emotions, the feelings and sensations her lover brought out in her like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
    Letting go of her control, she willingly gave herself fully and completely into his care.
    “David, please, just fuck me hard, deep in my arse, right now!” she screamed.
    “Oh shit, darling, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, hunger etched in his tone.
    She felt him withdraw and nearly wept with the loss. She heard the liquid sound of more lube being squeezed and seconds later she felt the enormous, hot head of his cock pressed to her arse. Turning her head, she saw fierce concentration reflected on David’s face.
    Lifting up she looked down and swallowed hard at the picture. His thick, hard shaft looked enormous, swollen fully. His head was mammoth, the glans so much bigger than her puckered entrance. For a second doubt assailed her. Surely he couldn’t fit in there? The girth of his tip was nearly double the size of her hole.
    Hard, sharp pressure assailed her as he pressed just the first inch into her passage. The lube assisted him, slick and wet, but her breath caught at that first whip of a burn that promptly blossomed into a dark pressure. Stroking her clit, she drew in a deep breath.
    David’s hands were warm on her hips, his grip tight but not bruising. He exerted a small bit of pressure, urging her to change angles. She complied and it eased some of the pain. When his shaft stroked over a sensitive cluster of nerves, pleasure shot through her, dulling the hurt and shocking her senses.
    “Open for me, darling,” David panted. “You’re so fucking tight, so hot, I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
    His words drew her into his spell, a sensually woven latticework that snared her even as she eagerly entered its embrace. Tweaking her nipples with one hand, she slowly stroked her clit with her other fingers. As before, the dichotomy of good and bad blurred, and her enjoyment rose again. This second time, though, it was darker, deeper and far more intense. She could have sworn she heard thunder rumbling in the distance, the building pressure gathering within her promising a climax unlike anything she knew could exist.
    David filled her completely, his cock lodged into full penetration. He removed himself and pressed back in, working slowly, the strain visible on his face.
    “Let go,” she pleaded. “Give yourself totally to me. You can’t possibly hurt me, love.”
    Something in her words seemed to resonate with him, and just as she had submitted to him, fully and willingly, so too did he reciprocate. He threw his head back, shouted out a primitive cry, and lost his control. His moves became harsh, instinctive. Increasing his speed he plunged in and out of her, fucking her arse with wild abandon.
    Words couldn’t express what it felt like. Intense. Erotic. Darkly delicious. None of the labels even came close.
    Overwhelmed, Chelsea’s body shook with reaction to the possession and branding he cast upon her. Her response was no less, though decidedly feminine.
    She opened herself to him, eagerly followed where he took her. She met him, thrust for thrust, pressing her arse back and accepting him for all he was. Her breath escaped in short pants. Tears sprang to her eyes at the explosive, exhausting level of