Chapter 41 #3
This woman’s pussy is better than I imagined.
I part my legs, grip her hips with both hands, and fuck her slowly, reveling in her warmth.
“God that’s so good,” she says.
Yes, it is. And it’s only going to get better.
Tightening my grip on her, I put a palm on the mattress, and I pick up my pace.
I thrust into her hard, relishing in the sweet sounds of surrender escaping from her lips.
She shifts, and drops her head, her blonde hair falling forward, clearing a path so I can admire the skin of her smooth back.
I pull out, rubbing my sheathed tip through her lips and over her clit.
“So fucking slippery. You’re ready and willing.”
She moans. “I am. Don’t make me wait.” She wiggles her ass.
“Until you learn how to ask like a good girl, you’re not gonna get what you want.”
“Please. I need to feel your big cock inside me again.”
I caress her ass. “Good girl. Now, hold on for the ride.”
I rub the engorged head back and forth between her pussy lips.
She moans.
I grunt before sliding balls deep into her.
It’s so tight, she gasps and jerks her head back, sending a cascade of hair flying in the air.
I ease back slowly, loving her long moan. Loving how she’s strangling my cock.
“Yes…” she says as I ease back in.
“Yes, yes…” as I give a couple fast nudges.
“Oh, God, yes. More…” when I pick up the pace.
“I need to fuck this pretty little pussy harder.”
“Yes. Harder. Please, harder,” she says on a shaky breath.
It’s showtime.
I show her no mercy.
I deliver each punishing thrust with relentless force, and she takes it.
“Holy fuck, yes.”
The more I fuck her, the more she’s dripping for me.
The faster I fuck her, the more she cries out.
Damn.
“I’m addicted to your desperate cries and the lewd noises your pussy makes while it swallows my cock.”
She switches things up on me and rotates her hips in a circular motion.
The move catches me by surprise, and that unleashes something feral in me.
Her hips gyrate in a dizzying rhythm, which only accelerates my pace.
This woman’s pussy is going to be the end of me.
“Is my dirty little slut going to come gushing all over my cock?”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Yes. More.”
Everything intensifies––her hip movements, my thrusts, our grunts, the smacking of skin against skin.
The wet sounds of her pussy are driving me out of my fucking mind.
“I fucking love your greedy pussy,” I say. “Told you I’d make an addict out of you. No other man will ever be able to satisfy you like I do.”
“No, never,” she says in a breathy voice. “I feel so, so full with you.”
Her response elicits all sorts of foreign sensations in me. I shouldn’t feel the need to bang on my chest like a fucking silverback gorilla.
I pound in and out of her.
She stops rotating her hips, clenches around my cock, and her juices run down my balls and my legs.
Fuck.
“It’s never been this good with another man,” she says. “I fucking love your cock.”
Confusion clouds my head.
This primal sense of pride at her words is something I’ve never experienced before.
This is role playing. She’s just saying that in the moment.
I push the thought away and fuck her without restraint, ravishing her pussy with every thrust.
She clenches around me in staccato pulses.
I choke on a breath right before a string of gibberish flies out of my mouth.
My orgasm is looming.
I lean over her so my chest touches her back. “There isn’t much left to me, but you need to come first.” My fingers find her clit. “You’re gonna come hard for me?”
“Yes.”
“Now, ask permission to come.”
I resume fucking into her.
“Please, let—” Her body convulses. “I need to—” She clamps hard around my cock, clenching and releasing.
I can’t think straight anymore.
“Oh, God, Beckham. Harder, please…”
The heat from this woman’s pussy is incredible. I grip her by the hips and give her what she craves.
Hard and fast, punishing slams, until she’s shrieking my name over and over and her juices are squirting around my cock.
She falls forward, shaking, panting.
I don’t give her time to come down from her high.
I grab her by the waist, drag her off the bed, and push her down by the shoulders until she’s kneeling on the carpet in front of me.
“Open wide.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
With her head tilted back and her mouth opened, waiting for me to fill it with my cum, she’s a vision.
I rip off the condom, grip my cock with one hand and grab the back of her head with the other, fisting her hair between my fingers and giving it a good tug.
I close my eyes for a beat as I shove my cock inside her mouth with force.
She gags and places her hands on my legs to pull away, but I won’t allow it.
I hold her there as I fuck her mouth, gazing down at her. My size stretches her mouth open, and if it isn’t the most beautiful sight.
She gags again, tears running down her cheeks.
I tilt my hips back to give her a respite, but she clasps my ass with both hands, halting my movement.
I arch a brow, and she smiles around my cock.
“Good girl.”
Her eyelids drift shut.
I tap her cheek. “Eyes on me.”
She obeys.
She stares up at me with adoration, and I lose myself in her translucent green eyes as she does her best to suck me.
“Harder,” I say, and when she sucks the life out of my straining cock, I can’t hold back any longer. With a firm grip on her hair, all it takes is three more thrusts and my balls tighten, sending my release spurting down her throat.
Fuck.
Harley’s moans are as intoxicating as their vibration around my cock.
“That’s it, swallow every drop like a good slut.”
She doesn’t falter, doesn’t blink, just stares up at me as my cock pulses, unloading down her throat.
I heave ragged breaths as I take a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. I lift her in my arms and crash her lips with mine, tasting my cum on her tongue.
We fall back onto the bed, she snuggles against me, caressing my cock.
“You came hard.”
My pulse is still flying from the adrenaline coursing through my body. “It’s been a while. And I wanted you so much.”
She hums. “Same.”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever done any role playing with. It’s not something I ever considered before. I gotta say, it’s sexy as fuck.”
“So, you’re willing to do it again?”
I brush a strand of damp hair off her face. “With you, yeah.”
She drops her head against my sweaty chest. “You’re a keeper as a fake boyfriend.”
I frown, my good mood souring.
Something tugs at my chest.
There’s nothing fake about what just happened between us.