33 #2
I’m so hard it’s uncomfortable, but having her on my bed, seeing her like this again, I can’t help but take my time. Usually we don’t, usually I’m fucking her as she’s screaming and begging for me to fuck her harder, faster. And as much as I want to do that, I also can’t believe she’s really here.
“Fuck,” I grunt, dropping my head back. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“You don’t?” she asks warily.
“No, there wasn’t any need,” I answer, soaking every inch of her body. “You’re breathtaking, you know that?”
“Don’t say that to me.” She hooks a finger around the loop of my jeans, tugging me closer to her. “You’re supposed to be angry.”
“I know. I’m trying hard to be, but you’re in my bed. Anna, you don’t understand how many times I’ve thought of you being here. I fucking missed you.”
I don’t think she’ll ever understand the chokehold she has on my heart, how she has my soul on a tight leash, how I only feel steady under her stare and hands.
“I missed you too. I wanted to tell you before you attacked my mouth.” She lies flat on her back as I hover over her.
“I want to attack your mouth again.” I go to kiss her just as hard as the first time but stop when I feel her hands on the waistband of my jeans, undoing the button and tugging the zipper down. “What are you doing?”
“Sylas, I’m tired of waiting. I’m really horny right now. If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to my room and grabbing my—”
“Fuck that.” I remove her hands as well as my jeans, boxers, and shoes. While I’m all for toys, and we’ve used them, I need to be inside her now. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She takes her thong off, but when she goes to take the heels off, I stop her.
“No, keep those and the dress on.”
“But—”
“No. I’m a selfish asshole, you know this. I want my turn with you wearing this dress. I hate that he saw you in it first. I hate that you danced with him, that he touched you, and that you fucking let him.”
I’m angry again. Jealousy blurs my vision and distorts all rational thought. I grab the base of my cock and slap her pussy with it. I do it a few times, enjoying the way her arousal coats the tip and mixes with my pre-cum.
She’s moaning, spreading her legs as far as she can, begging under her breath for me to fuck her.
Anna’s easy to edge, so easy to rile up. She’s glaring at me, nails digging into my arm.
“That frustration you feel right now? That’s how I felt when I saw his hands on you.” I shake my head. “Because what the fuck was that? I can’t believe you let him touch you knowing I was watching. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
She pushes back up on her elbows until her face is close to mine and stares indifferently, but there’s mischief shining in her eyes. “What if I did?”
I breathe out harshly, aligning myself at her entrance and thrusting all the way inside her.
We gasp simultaneously and my eyes roll back. I’m throbbing and she’s squeezing the fuck out of my cock, and it feels like she’s pulling me, begging to be deeper.
“Sylas,” she whines, wrapping her legs around me, holding me in place so she can accommodate my size. “I forgot how huge you are. I need a moment, I need…”
I pull out and thrust back inside. She whimpers and grabs my shoulders, nails digging deeper.
“Nah,” I hiss, enjoying the pain because it’s coming from her. “You don’t get to tell me what you need.” I pull out then plunge back in a little faster, watching her breasts bounce. I slap them, needing to see that again.
“Mmmm.” She bites her lip, face twisting in pleasure and pain.
I smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Sh-shut—” She gasps loudly. Her entire body could be levitating off the bed with the way her back lifts when I drive deep inside her. “Oh fuck, right there. Do that again.”
“Be quiet,” I grunt as I pull out of her completely, grab her hips, and flip her around.
Her heels click when I plant her feet on the floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, staring at her ass.
I smack hard, bask in the sound and the way it jiggles against my palm.
I do it again to the other until she’s whimpering, almost crying, and has to bite down onto the duvet.
Her cheeks are bright red when I stop. The skin burns when I rub it.
“That was too hard,” she croaks, peering over her shoulder at me.
“So hard that your asshole is twitching. You’re literally dripping on the floor and drooling on my bed.
Anna, baby, you fucking loved it.” I grab my shaft, drag it along her folds, and watch it as it disappears inside her.
Like the first time, her pussy squeezes it and draws me in deeper, refusing to let go.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to fill every hole. Not tonight, but I will. I promise.”
“I-I…” she mumbles incoherent words, pushing her ass against me, and rolls her hips. “More. Just give me more.”
I fold over her, dropping my forehead on her shoulder. I’m losing my mind over being inside her. She feels amazing.
I snake my palm around her shoulders and grab her throat. I lift her up, and raise one of her legs on the bed.
Her head lolls back on my shoulder. “This is too much, I feel too full…” she whines, gasping for air as I drive into her, but she meets every thrust, her skin slapping against mine.
“It’s not. You’ll get used to me again.” I kiss her temple, and look back to stare at her ass. “But I think you already have. You’re taking me so well.” I squeeze her throat. “Your body knows who you’re with, who you belong to.”
She’s shaking, panting harshly as she slips a hand between her thighs. I feel her fingers touch my cock every so often as she rubs her clit. “Please, I need to come.”
“You will soon.” I choke her once before I shove her down, clutching her hips. “I just need to feel you a little longer.” Although I don’t see myself lasting long.
She presses her face against the mattress, muffling her moans as she arches her back, pushing her ass against me.
My balls tighten as I slam hard inside her. I’m holding out as long as I can, but this position, how she’s letting me fuck her, is making it hard. A thought comes to mind: I’m going to get to come inside her. It’s not just that but what it means.
I shouldn’t imagine Anna pregnant again, but I have this need to make it happen. She probably doesn’t want that, but fuck, it’s all I can think about.
“I’m going to pull out,” I warn her as I feel close to coming.
“Don’t,” she grinds out, twisting her head to look at me. “Do it in me. I need it. I need you.”
“I’m thinking things I shouldn’t. We haven’t—”
“Just fuck me. I’m yours. Do it. Come inside me,” she pleads, laying her hand on top of mine.
“Goddamn.” I frantically move my hips, desperate to come, to fill her with me.
“Yes, yes, yes…” she chants, and then a high-pitched squeal leaves her. I’m grunting harshly, clenching my jaw and thrusting sloppily as I come inside her. She freezes for a second before her body spasms and her pussy twitches around me, like it’s trying to squeeze out every last drop.
When I’m done, I stay as I am, trying to catch my breath and hoping as much of it stays buried deep inside her before I pull out. She doesn’t move. She wets her dry lips and tries to regulate her breathing.
I don’t bother her. I’m too busy fixated on her glistening pussy until I see my cum dribbling out. I quickly slip two fingers inside her, pushing it back in.
“Squeeze my fingers,” I demand.
“Sy—”
“Do it now.” I feel like I’m high. My body is in a state of ecstasy. I can’t understand why I need this, but I’m desperate.
“Okay,” she whispers, and then obeys.
I whimper. “I love how responsive you still are.”
“Help me come again.” She bites onto the duvet, spreading her shaky thighs.
“Whatever you want.” I lick my lips and palm my dick. I replace my fingers with it and use those to rub her clit. “I can’t wait to come inside you again.”