CHAPTER fifty-four #5
She grinds harder against me, her hips rolling in rhythm with my words.
Her lips crash into mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a heated kiss that leaves me fucking breathless.
"Your body..." I continue, my hands sliding down to her waist, gripping her hips as she rides me. "It's fucking divine. I'll lose my damn mind for it. Every inch of you... I wanna worship it. Taste it. Own it."
She pulls back, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
She knows exactly what she's doing to me—my cock is throbbing, my balls tightening, and she's savoring every fucking second of it. She grinds harder, her pussy pressing against my dick through the fabric of my pants, and I groan, my hips bucking up to meet her.
"You're killing me, babe..." I hiss, my hands clutching her ass, squeezing it as she moves.
"With pleasure?" she teases, her voice dripping with lust.
"Yes!" I choke out, and then I feel her hand sliding into my pants, palming my cock.
Fuck, I don't even notice when she unzips me.
"Mm, I can tell," she whispers, her voice dripping with this low, sultry purr that sends shivers straight down to my dick.
Her fingers slide up my shaft, slow and deliberate, her thumb brushing against the swollen, leaking head of my cock. Precum glistens there, slick and sticky, and she fucking smirks like she knows exactly what she's doing—because she fucking does.
She drags her thumb over the tip, smearing that wetness down my length in a slow, torturous stroke.
The sensation is electric, fucking unbearable in the best way possible.
Her fingers tighten, her grip just shy of rough, and she starts pumping me, using my own slick as lube to stroke me harder, faster.
Every drag of her hand sends jolts of pleasure shooting through me, and I can't help but groan, my hips bucking into her grip like I'm fucking starving for it.
"Fuck, babe, you're a fucking temptress," I growl.
She keeps stroking me, her other hand gripping the back of my neck as she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Tell me more," she whispers, her voice thick with need.
"I want you greedy, needy, wrecked for me. I want to watch your body bounce when I'm buried deep inside you—mark you up so bad you never forget how fucking perfect you are." I rasp, my teeth nipping at her jaw, my tongue licking a path down to her neck.
"Fuck, I want you so bad."
"Me too," she breathes, her hips still grinding against me.
I slide my hand down, unzipping her pants without breaking eye contact. My fingers slip inside her panties, finding her already fucking soaked.
I can smell her arousal—sweet, musky, and begging for my attention.
"Mm, you're right," I growl, my fingers rubbing her slick folds. "You want me as much as I want you. Isn't that right?"
She moans, her head falling back, her body arching into my touch.
"Yes!" she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Sshh, let's keep it down, babe," I smirk, my fingers teasing her entrance, slipping just the tip inside. "We don't want to wake Mom and Sam, do we?"
She nods, but her eyes are dark with lust, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My fingers keep circling her clit, teasing her, torturing her just like she was doing to me.
"Zach! Please..." she begs, her hips bucking against my hand.
"Please what, baby?" I taunt, my voice low and rough.
"I want you... please."
"What do you want, baby?" I growl, my voice dripping with filthy intent, a low rumble that makes her clit twitch. "My fingers buried deep inside that sopping wet pussy of yours? Or my fat, throbbing cock stretching you wide, making you scream my name?"
Her breath hitches, her chest heaving, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds under that thin fabric. She's squirming, trying to grind against me, but I hold her still, teasing her, making her fucking suffer.
"Please," she whimpers, "please, I need... I need your cock."
"Yeah?" I chuckle, dark and dirty, my fingers still circling her entrance, slick with her juices. I dip one finger inside, just enough to make her fucking whimper, and she clenches around me, greedy, her pussy sucking me deeper.
"Yes! Yes! I want you, Zach. Right fucking now."
She's glaring at me, but it only makes her hotter—her eyes are blazing, her lips swollen, her body begging for me to take her.
I kiss her hard, my tongue plunging into her mouth as I pull my pants down, bucking my hips so she can tug them all the way off.
Then she stands up, stripping off her pants and panties, her pussy glistening in the soft light, swollen and fucking inviting.
Her thighs are slick, her ass taut, her body trembling with anticipation.
Fuck, she's fucking mesmerizing.
She's a goddamn vision above me. I pull her back onto my lap, feeling her wetness slide against my aching length.
"Christ," I rasp, fingers digging into her hips. "You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"
She nods, her eyes darkens.
Our mouths crash together, all teeth and tongue and desperation. She bites my lower lip, tugs my hair hard enough to make my eyes roll back.
"Later," I promise between kisses, "I'll take my time with you later. Make you come until you can't remember your name. Just—please—"
She doesn't make me beg further.
Her hand wraps around me, positioning me at her entrance before she begins to sink down.
"Oh, goddamn—" The sensation is fucking unbearable—perfect, slick heat gripping me inch by inch, her inner walls pulsing and squeezing around me like she's trying to milk the cum straight from my balls.
I grit my teeth, fighting for control as pleasure borders on pain, determined not to embarrass myself by finishing before we've even started.
She starts riding me, her hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes, her hands braced against my chest.
"Zach," she moans, her nails digging into my skin. "I've needed this so fucking bad."
"You're so fucking tight," I growl, my hands gripping her ass, guiding her movements. "Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around my cock. So wet for me."
"Harder," she gasps, her voice breaking. "Please, harder."
Oh, fuck me.
I grab her ass with both hands, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down onto my cock.
Again and again, I thrust up into her while pulling her down onto me. It's like being swallowed by liquid fire, her walls gripping me so tight I see stars.
I can't tear my eyes away from her face—her lips parted, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed with pleasure. She slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle a scream, and the sight of her fighting to stay quiet while I'm buried inside her makes me impossibly harder.
"Come for me baby," I tell her, holding her hips flush against mine. "Let me feel that sweet pussy squeeze my cock." I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her relentlessly before trailing down to her jaw, her neck.
I suck the sensitive spot below her ear, then nip at it with my teeth. She makes that little whimpering sound that drives me wild, so I do it again, harder.
"Fill me up," she whispers, her voice dripping with lust. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me while my pussy's still pulsing around your cock."
"Not yet, baby," I growl, flipping her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. "I'm going to wreck this sweet cunt first. Want to feel you gushing all over my dick at least twice before I empty my balls deep inside you."
I look down at her, a smug smirk spreading across my face as I watch her pupils dilate, her breath catching when I talk like this. The filthier the words from my mouth, the wetter she gets—it's kink, a kink we both share and love.
Her lips part slightly, silently begging for more of the dirty promises only I know how to deliver.
I drive into her, my cock slamming into her with relentless force.
Her back arches off the couch as she comes undone beneath me, her face a masterpiece of pleasure—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed crimson.
I bite my lower lip hard, drinking in the sight of her.
Those nails dig crescents into my shoulders as her legs lock around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper.
"Zach! Oh God—" she gasps, voice breaking beautifully.
"You're gonna come for me again, aren't you, baby?
" I growl, feeling her still-sensitive pussy fluttering around me.
"That greedy little pussy isn't satisfied with just one, is it?
" I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing her whimpers as my hips snap forward harder, faster, claiming every inch of her.
She's trembling beneath me, her body tightening around my cock as she gets closer and closer. "Yes, yes, fuck, Zach!" she screams, her second orgasm crashing over her like a fucking tidal wave.
Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock, and I swear I've never felt anything so fucking perfect.
But I'm not done yet. I'm gonna make her come again. And again. And then I'll fill her pussy with every fucking drop of my cum.
For the next thirty minutes, that's exactly what happens.
She comes apart two more times—once on the couch when I went down on her like I hadn't eaten in days, and again with her back to the shower wall, hot water pouring all over us while I pounded into her.
We're biting lips and choking back sounds the whole time, somehow not waking up the whole damn house even though it feels so fucking good I could scream.
We go back to the living room to keep filling the loot bags — you know, what we were supposed to be doing this whole time.
But my girlfriend is too damn insatiable, and I'm just... not strong enough to resist her. Not that I even tried.
Please. I folded faster than a lawn chair in a hurricane.
I drop onto the sofa and tug her down with me, and she settles right onto my lap like it's where she's always belonged. Her arms loop around my neck automatically.
I smirk, because holy hell — she still looks wrecked.
Her beautiful bare face is flushed crimson, cheeks glowing, lips a little swollen.