Round Twenty-Four #4
“Please?” My heart sprints away from me.
My soul. My entire existence balances on a tight wire, where falling means death, and not falling hurtles me toward insanity.
“You’re begging me, Magnolia?” I fuck her mercilessly with my fingers, drawing her to her peak and thrilling in the gush of fluid filling my palm and dribbling along her legs. “Say it again. Say all the words.”
“The bit about Cinderella?”
I smack her creamy ass and groan as her cunt squeezes me extra tight. “Not about Cinderella. And you know it.”
“About how I want you to fuck me?” She braces against the sink, her chest touching porcelain, and her hands wrapped around the faucet for stability. “I want you to fuck me, Billy.” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, golden and dark. Shadowed and mine. “Please.”
“Yeah, baby.” I reach back for my wallet, flipping the leather open and searching, searching… searching for a condom I don’t have on me. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
I press my hand to the back of her neck and pin her in place. Stealing my fingers from her pussy, I wrench Ramone’s top drawer open and hit the jackpot.
I snatch a strip of condoms from a shamefully large pile, tear the first one off, and drop the rest back where they came from.
Trapping the top corner of the foil packet between my teeth, I rip it open and spit the trash to the floor.
“Don’t move.” I push my jeans down and free my cock, pre-cum hanging from the tip and dripping to her luscious ass.
My hips jut forward, desperate to be inside her.
Frantic to feel her. I roll the condom on and drag the rubber all the way to the base of my cock.
“I want your hands to stay around that faucet.” I slip my fingers into her pussy, surprising her forward with a cry, so I fist her hair and yank her back again. “It might hurt a little. You ready?”
“Yes,” she pants breathlessly. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“One time. Like we’ll never get this again?”
Her cheeks burn a delicious red as I set the tip of my cock against her asshole. She panics for a beat, her eyes widening, but then I grin and drag it a little lower and stop her at starving cunt.
“I hope we get this again.” I nudge inside just an inch, three quarters of an inch, and already, I feel the pressure of her tight pussy.
“I know it’s not proper to say so, Magnolia Sava, but I wondered about more than your pussy.
” I rock my hips forward and steal a little more.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth and stare into her eyes.
Her pouty lips hang forward, her veins swollen against her neck.
Her slouchy sweater robs me of my chance to see her, so I push the fabric along her back and expose her impossibly long, tantalizingly trim back, the smattering of freckles lining her spine, and a single scar marking her otherwise perfect skin, just two inches below her left shoulder blade.
“You ready? I’m gonna take the rest of you now. No more slow intrusion.”
“Wait—”
I slam inside anyway, and I fold over her delicious body, clapping my hand over her lips to trap her cry right here with us and not out there, where guests mingle and nosy folks hope for a snippet of juicy gossip.
“Fuck!” I draw myself back, then charge forward until her thighs hit the vanity door with a thud.
“You feel so fucking good.” I slip my fingers into her mouth and watch her hungrily suckle.
She licks her own pleasure off my fingertips, groaning because she fucking likes it, and when I fill her again, I dig my fingers deeper and thrill in the sensation of her throat closing around my digits.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Magnolia. More times than I can count.
” I pull out to the tip, then I charge forward—thud!
Her thighs hit the vanity door. “You found another Billy while we were apart.” Thud!
“You gave yourself to me. Your first time. Your most vulnerable time.” Thud!
I drag my palm along the valley of her spine, kneading the muscles as I move, and teasing her asshole when I reach the puckered entrance.
Thud! “You cried my name and thought of me.”
“Yes,” she pants. She fucking cries out each time I fill her pretty pussy and her ass bounces with the impact. “I thought of you. Of the version of you I thought you were.” She drops her head, groaning and breathless. “Not the Billy I met the night I came to town.”
I choke out a pained laugh and circle her asshole with my thumb.
“I’m sorry for that guy. He’s an asshole when something scares him.
And you, delicious Magnolia—” I drop a line of spit onto her ass and use it to lubricate the pad of my thumb.
My thighs burn, and my balls scream for relief.
My stomach clenches, and then, as I slip my thumb inside and her pussy grips me impossibly tight, I throw my head back and snarl.
“Fuck! You scare me most of all. Now come on my cock.” I smack her ass and ride her over the edge. “Explode on me, Magnolia.”