27. Rocco
CHAPTER 27
Rocco
Fuck me!
I’m not the type of man to talk romantically about women, never have been, never will. But I swear to God, she tastes like honey. Honey , of all this I could say about her…I choose a… never mind… Her heels dig into the back of my thighs, tugging me, begging me to get closer to her.
Her pussy beckoning me like a fucking Siren in vast oceans. I’m six feet, three inches tall, so she’s at the perfect height for me on the kitchen counter. I don’t have to bend. Shit, I don’t even have to hoist her higher. That desperate little cunt of hers, the heat that’s coming from it, is begging to be filled.
My groan comes out heavy when she bites my bottom lip, and I feel the skin pop, the metallic taste of blood hitting my tongue as she pulls me back to her, devouring my mouth as equally as I am hers.
Fuck this. I grip the hem of her black leggings and drag them down her frame, pulling them from the edge of her feet and launching them somewhere else in the room. Her arousal has created a wet patch on the fabric of her red thong, and fuck me dead. I didn’t think I could get any harder.
“Definitely the most fun girl I’ve ever met,” I smirk, stepping back into her space and grinding my erection at her core.
“You’re not so bad yourself, killer.”
My hand goes for her throat, and I drag her forward. “Didn’t murder anyone, or has your neediness for my cock made you forgetful?”
“Not forgetful,” she fumbles with the buckle on my jeans. “Just desperate.” Yanking the zipper down, she stares into my honey-brown eyes, “Just fuck me already.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” I thrust her back into the cupboard above the counter, and she mewls. “But it won’t be quick…and it won’t be until I’ve made you come first.”
Releasing her throat, I place both hands underneath her knees, dragging her ass to the edge and pushing her legs back to her chest. She’s drunk, we both are, but not enough for this to be a mistake or consent a mystery. But, just in case.
I look up at her. “How drunk are you?”
“Sober enough to fuck you but drunk enough to say how much I reaaally want to.” She grins. “I get you want to be a gentleman, but be a good boy and make me come.”
Good boy?
Fuck, why is that so hot?
Tasha holds her legs in place, spread wide and to the side of her chest, widening herself for me. So, I take this opportunity to tear the underwear from her pussy. Her beautiful golden skin is on display, and Jesus Christ, this pussy. Glistening with her arousal, swollen and begging to be eaten.
The small patch of curls just above her clit is making me insane. “You want me to make you come?” I hum, rubbing the middle fingers of my right hand up and down her wet slit, coating my fingers perfectly.
“Yes, but…” she twitches, “it never happens.” She chuckles.
“Excuse me?” I freeze, the tips of my fingers pausing at her entrance. “What never happens?”
“I’m the only person who’s ever made me come.” She laughs then, “Don’t worry if you can’t, it’s not you…it’s me.”
“Nah,” I shake my head. “You’ll come…and not just once either, because just by looking at that pretty fucking face,” I lean in closer. “I know you’re just a needy little cum slut, aren’t you?” I grip her jaw, and she nods. “Words, Tasha.” I slide both fingers inside her deep, wet core and fight myself not to come at this alone.
“ Fffuuck.” She mewls, dragging the word out.
I turn my head, “I can’t hear you.” I slide my fingers back out of her and still.
“Wh-why are you stopping?”
“I. Said. Words.” That’s when the first crack of my palm against her pussy sounds out, and she yelps.
“What the fuck!”
I spank her again. “Not the words I’m looking for.” I press my fingers back into her core, her walls tighten, and I grin at how responsive she is to my touch. Repeating the same action as before, I pull my fingers free and spank her pussy.
“Oh my God!” She huffs, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. She rocks her hips forward, seeking friction.
I snort. “Barely known me a few hours, and your cunt is already chasing my touch.”
Spank.
“Yes.” Her eyes fall to half-mast, and she’s already a writhing mess in front of me.
“Who would’ve known you’re a little pain slut, Tasha.” I grin down at her.
“Not….me.” She answers breathlessly while I pump two fingers inside her a couple of times. Bringing her close to the edge, and the moment she clenches, I stop.
Nobody is going to tell me they have only come by their own hand. Because if that’s the case for her, she’s fucking some stupid men who have no idea about the anatomy of a woman, for one, but also that it’s not the act of sex that makes you come, but the desire and patience you put into it.
The edging, dirty talk, making your partner feel like you want them, and they’re the only fucking person on this planet that gets to have you.
Treat them like a whore and a queen, a pious girl, and a fucking sinner. Worship. Lust. Patience. Most men just want to get in and out, not me. Watching a woman writhe beneath me can make me come hard enough to make me feel like a pre-pubescent teenage boy again.
“This cunt is so fucking saturated. I know you want to come, so,” I pull her jaw down with my thumb and spit directly in her mouth with force. “Say the words I want to hear, or I’ll leave you spread out and needy on this counter. And trust me, no amount of finger fucking yourself will ease the ache of my touch. Tasha say?—”
“Fuck! Alright! Fuck me, make me come, please I’m a desperate fucking cum slut! Please just do something, anything! You stupid fucking?—”
I stuff my fingers back inside her, thumb resting on her beautiful clit, with my left hand pressing down on her stomach. I start off deep, stroking her G-spot, bringing her close, then stopping to play with her clit, repetitively rubbing my thumb back and forth.
“There…there, there!” She chokes.
Her left leg is now draped over my left shoulder, the heel of her right foot propped on the edge of the counter and fanned out to the side.
I keep making the same movement until her moans kick up a notch, and she starts to choke my fingers. A slight sheen of sweat coats her legs.
“Do you know how fucking perfect this cunt is, Tasha? Made to take my fingers, made to take my cock. But I really need you to come…you want to come for me?”
“Fuck…” her eyes widen as I push down on her stomach, working my fingers up and down inside her. The ball of my palm rubs furiously against her clit. “ Oh my fucking god what…what the fuck is…”
She stutters, and I grin triumphantly. “Push, bare down for me, don’t hold it, baby.”
“Holy fucking?—”
I have to cup her mouth to muffle the scream of her orgasm as it plummets through her. Her baring down forces my fingers from her core, and a perfect fountain sprays from her pussy, squirting all over the tiles of the kitchen floor.
“That’s my girl.” I tear my cock one-handed from my black denim jeans. Pumping it in my palm a few times before rubbing it through her cum. Spreading it over my shaft.
Her hand curves around the crown of my cock, and I groan. “Shit…condom.” I stare at her, removing my hand.
“I’m on the pill, and I…I got tested last week. You?”
I shrug, “First time without a condom.”
Her eyes round with a look that tells me I just gave her the key to the fucking city. She pumps me in her hand before smiling.
“Fuck my pussy, big boy. Show me what I’ve been missing all these years. Make me come again.”
I don’t waste a single second before I thrust forward with enough force to make us both groan deeply, my abdominal muscles clenching because, goddamn, she feels fucking perfect. I’ve never fucked someone without, and yeah, now I get why people love it so much.
“Fuck, Tasha.”
I’m done. I’m so fucking done with this girl!