17. Jin #3
Last time, I took her in the alley. Then I took her mostly from behind once we made it back to my apartment.
Originally, I had every intention of doing the same tonight.
But as I look at my beautiful little rabbit propped on her knees, her pussy dripping and waiting for me, I realize I crave something else.
My pants are quickly disposed of.
I snap forward on another attack. Monroe screams in surprise as I flip her back over and push her thighs far apart. Rubbing the head of my engorged cock along the seam of her pussy, she shudders in anticipation. Then cries out all over again once I drive myself inside her.
Her legs instinctually wrap around me. Our mouths naturally seek each other out.
I brace myself over her as I revel in the intense heat enveloping me. It’s like swimming in a hot pool that massages my cock and then sucks me into its tight, narrow depths.
Monroe grips at me, muscles flexing and contracting around me.
The sensation is otherwordly. Enough to send vibrations of pleasure surging through my body. I can’t even move as I struggle to regain my bearings.
“Damn,” I groan, panting. “Tokki-ya, your pussy is going to kill me. You’re going to choke me to fucking death and it’d be worth it.”
A flirty little smile passes across her flushed face as she tips her head up and I answer her request for another kiss.
We’re entangled together as, finally, I begin to move. My hips draw back, then forward. It sets off the pace and rhythm that I find. I cup the back of her head and stroke into her, forcing her gaze. Neither of us can look away.
We’re wrapped up in the moment, smashed tightly together. Her clit rubs against my pelvis and she peers up at me with shiny dark eyes that show my reflection.
It makes everything more intense.
The connection between us charges the air. If either of us wanted to deny what’s developed, the window has closed.
There’s no running from this. No turning back. We both know it as I thrust into her tight, slick pussy and she kneads me.
My strokes come long, slow, and deep. The rocking motion is just what Monroe needs. She bows her spine and clings to my back, raking her nails down the divots of muscle. I can feel her pussy walls convulse when she reaches her first orgasm.
Her pussy floods me with more juices. She’s wetter than ever. Soaked enough that the wet, clapping noises we make as I slide in and out of her become the loudest sounds in the room.
I clamp my hand around her throat and demand to know what she wants.
“Harder,” she begs.
It ignites a new level of feral hunger. A thick grunt rumbles out of me as my thrusts turn vicious and aggressive.
Her pussy flutters around my cock as I squeeze her throat tighter and pound deeper into her.
I can see the euphoria pass over her face, feel the quick pulse on her throat as I choke her and she claws at me, leaving scratch marks on my arms. Her hips gyrate in tune with mine, goading me on, pussy walls contracting around my cock.
I fuck her until I feel every tiny ridge and every ripple.
“Who owns you, Tokki-ya?” I demand, pounding away. “Tell me!”
“YOU DO!” she screams.
I spread her legs wider and rub her clit to make her screams even sharper.
…to make her thighs quake around me and her jaw drop open as I bottom out and rub her with just the right motion she needs.
She comes all over again, rolling into another orgasm that feels amazing on my cock. It’s another form of a massage, her pussy walls spasming all around me, sending slippery shocks of pleasure up my shaft.
She’s beyond sensitive seconds after her orgasm. Her cries join the other sounds in the room as my body becomes a piston. I grope her breasts and fuck her into the mattress, needing to feel every last inch of her pussy.
My fingers grip at her trimmed patch of pubic hairs and tug, stroking deep inside her. I watch the way her eyes snap shut and she quakes from the new sensation I’ve brought her. Brief blips of pain contrasting the waves of pleasure.
It’s what I feel too.
Pain throbs away from my ribs and other injuries. But then come the untold levels of feel-good chemicals that Monroe and her pussy bring me. I pant and stroke, bearing down harder and faster. I rut away until I can’t take it another second.
Then my climax hits and my release pours out of me.
I slam my hips into Monroe a final time and fist her curls to force her head back. We meet for a hot, passionate kiss as I empty myself inside her. During any past encounters, I’ve refrained from coming inside the woman I was having sex with by using condoms.
Things between me and Monroe are different. From weeks of surveillance, I’m not only aware she has an IUD, but we’ve reached a level of familiarity with each other… that it just feels natural.
As I fill her up with my cum, she moans, confirming she feels the same. She’s still buzzing from her orgasms, her pussy pulsing around me.
We’ve made a mess. We look a mess.
I’m covered in blood and bruises. She leaks my cum, her curls a tangled cloud as she lays under me and catches her breath. I can’t resist planting another kiss on her lips, licking at her mouth possessively.
It really is true.
There’s no turning back for either of us.