Colton
Igrowl down at her, hand still stroking my cock before I feed it back to her greedy mouth, fucking in and out with harsh, sharp strokes. She starts to whine, her pussy on display for me, hungry for affection.
I put her out of her misery, leaning slightly up and over her prone form to circle her clit at the same punishing rhythm as my hips.
The relief is overstimulating, causing her to cry out around my shaft, her throat constricting to grip me even tighter.
I can feel her body start to wind back up, back bowed and thighs quaking. Spit and precum start to pool at the corners of her mouth, eyes tearing up as she gags.
“Good job baby, get me nice and wet for you,” I coo at her, stopping my thrusts to hold my cock deep in her throat, feeling her swallow around me. I pull out completely and she grips onto my thighs trying to pull me back, just as greedy for me as I am for her.
I keep my legs firmly planted, denying her my cock long enough to pull and swing her body around, bringing her ass to the edge of the table to wrap her legs around my waist and crash my lips to hers.
She’s panting into our fevered kisses when I grip my cock, slapping it against her clit once, twice making her shudder and gasp against my mouth.
“I need to get a condom. Stay like that, keep your legs spread, let me see that pretty pussy,” I whisper into her neck, leaving kisses and nips in my wake. I’ve barely pulled away when her legs tighten and she shakes her head at me.
“I have an IUD, and I…I want to feel you,” she says, face buried in my chest, muffling her words. My wicked girl can make a grown man cry, but balks at telling me she doesn’t want a barrier between us.
“You want me to fuck you, fill you, claim you,” I tilt her chin up, desperate to look into her burning eyes as she tells me what she wants, what she needs.
“I want you to ruin me.”
Now it’s my turn to shiver, pressure spreading up my spine as my cock throbs.
“Please, Colton—”
I slide her off the table, twisting her around and pressing forward until her hips bump the edge of the table, her back to my chest as I lean her forward with my body until her cheek is pressed against the wood grain, eyes fluttering closed as I whisper in her ear, “Do you trust me, Harper?”
It feels like an eternity between the words leaving my lips and her quiet answer.
“Yes.”
I lean back to stare down at her, bent over the table with the panels of her dress pushed aside to show me her perfect, round ass. I run my fingers over the crisscrossed silk of her corset, the bow sitting delicately between her shoulder blades, taunting me.
I kick her feet farther apart before returning my hand between her legs, running my fingers through her soaked core before sinking two fingers into her.
I work her with my fingers, long slow thrusts as I reach up and untie the bow at her back with my other hand.
The fabric flows easily between my fingers, guiding my movements as I cross her hands, one over the other, binding them together at her back.
“You want me to ruin you, Sunshine?” I ask, pulling my fingers from her core.
“Yes,” she pants.
“Say please,” I tease, one hand closing over her tied wrists, the other dragging my cock through her wetness, gathering it at the tip before slowly sinking into her.
She moans, long and low, any earlier inhibitions washed away with the guilt and anger tonight has brought.
Now there is only this, only us. Harper shifts to look at me over her should when I pause, only giving her the first couple inches.
She tries to push back against me, to pull my cock deeper into her needy pussy.
I bring my free hand down on her ass. Hard.
Harper’s pussy clenches on my cock as she shudders, hands clenching where they are bound and caged by my own. I’m not surprised she likes a little pain with her pleasure. After all, this pussy was made for me. She was made for me.
“Pleaseee,” Harper spits out on a moan, the sound more pained than the red mark spreading over her ass from my reprimand.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I feed her the rest of my cock slowly, wanting to savor the moment as I grip her hips to the point of bruising.
I pull back until only the tip of my cock remains in her before slamming back to the hilt.
The sight of her ass bouncing back with each snap of my hips almost sending me over the edge embarrassingly early.
I keep my thrusts slow and brutal, releasing her hands to reach around her hip to rub my fingers on her clit.
She moans at the contact as I start to move faster, my measured pace becoming frantic as I feel her pussy tightening around me.
I need to feel her let go, to shatter around me.
Her eyes are tightly shut, but when her mouth pops open no sound comes out.
Her legs start to shake, small tremors that grow and grow, until her whole body tightens, a loud cry finally escaping her lips as she breaks.
I keep the pace, fucking her through the orgasm until I can’t hold back any longer.
I thrust deep, release flooding her pussy as I fall forward, pressing my face to where her hands are bound at the small of her back. For a moment we just stay like that, breathing hard as I kiss the inside of her wrist.
I pull out slowly, admiring the trail of cum that begins to drip down her thigh, my heartbeat pounding to a beat that sounds an awful lot like mine echoing in my head.
I unwrap the silk binding her hands together, keeping her hands in mine as I turn her around.
She leans her head into my chest as I bring her wrist up to my lips, peppering the angry red lines with kisses.
She pulls back and looks up at me, smile soft and sated. Happy.
I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom, helping her change into a set of comfy sweats as exhaustion takes over, taking my time to kiss every inch of her that I can get my lips on.
There is an endless stream of questions rattling around my head, but when she takes my outstretched hand to leave, the noise quiets and the only thought is her.
From the first time I kissed her I’ve been chasing that high, thinking that it couldn’t possibly be as good as I imagined, that I was building it up in my head.
I’m corrected every time we collide, every touch and lingering kiss digging my grave deeper and deeper until even a moment where we aren’t connected in some way feels like agony.
Three months I’ve spent as her shadow, not touching her, not caressing her cheek or holding her hand, feeling her come at my touch or giggle against my chest.
Now that I have her, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep her.
My greed for her outweighs logic as we head back to her apartment. Getting lost in each other throughout the night until the uneasy feeling burrowed into my chest is replaced by whispered sweet nothings and empty promises.