Chapter 12 Ricky
Heather rolls her hips in circular motions, a porn star moan flowing directly from the depths of her lungs as she does.
“Shit,” I grunt, sliding my hands up her waist and cupping her pert breasts. I’m trying to garner some form of control over my quick-growing orgasm, but it’s proving extremely difficult with the way she’s taking my dick right now.
Our breaths are clipped as she rides me, faltering as we fight to suck more oxygen into our lungs. This is aggressive, needy, and I so wanted this to be on some level of romantic love making, but we’re failing miserably. It’s like—
“Ricky,” she moans sweetly, dropping her head back between her shoulder blades.
There!
That right there is why I can never control myself.
It’s how she says my name. The way those two syllables roll off her tongue like she’s savouring each letter.
Nothing about this moment was going to be slow. I knew it, she knew it, Christ, I think the whole fucking town now knows it at this point. My girl has always been a screamer. A moan so addictive I think about fucking her every moment of every day, just so I can hear it.
I don’t want this to end quickly, but at the same time I don’t think I can hold back long enough either. I finally have her back, and as much as I want to savour each second of our time together with a slow fuck… it’s impossible when it comes to Heather.
Her body and soul are within my grasp, but I know soon enough the inevitable will happen… That I’ll be without her all over again.
Her giggle brings my attention back to her and I smirk. “What’s so… ah, fuck… shit…” I cuss as she changes the position of her feet and begins bouncing up and down on my cock.
“Are you going to come for me, Ricky? Like a good boy?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I bite into my bottom lip, watching the scene above me as my dick appears and disappears into her warm, delicious heat. “Make me… c-come. Oh… Oh f-fuck, right there… Jesus H. Christ, baby!”
It’s always been the same with her, every single fucking time she rides me, I turn into a blubbering idiot.
Forgetting how to speak, how to breathe…
how to… think. Everything. I’m incapable of taking my eyes off of her because she fucks me so good it’s addictive to watch.
Heather takes what she needs, when she needs it.
Marking me as hers—yet again—for eternity.
It’s been so long since I was inside her I almost forgot how incredible she feels wrapped around my cock like this; how perfect every inch of her curvaceous frame is.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” I croon from beneath her.
“You take all of me, so goddamn… fucking… well…” My fingers dig so harshly into the soft flesh at the apex of her thighs that my nails might pierce the skin.
“Keep going. Please. Please,” I whimper.
“Ohhh, fffuck. Please, baby… please don’t s-stop,” I repeat, shamelessly begging her for more.
“You feel so good,” she voices. “Stretching me out just like I remember.” Her hand moves to my throat as she starts to circle and roll her hips, squeezing my neck just enough to choke me softly.
“Shit, you keep talking like that I’ll come quicker than is considered normal.” I chuckle, and she joins me releasing a dry laugh.
“Wouldn’t be… the first time,” she jokes.
“I was—”
“High… yeah, yeah.” She fucks me faster, harder, reckless. “I remember.”
Heather leans forward—her long, pink-tipped blonde hair cascading over her shoulders—keeping her right hand around my throat while pressing the other between my pectorals for balance.
Shaking and bouncing her ass up and down on my cock so roughly the bed springs creak each time.
The lurid sound of slapping skin fills the room and mixes with our moans of pleasure, blurring together in a lust-filled symphony.
Feral moans leave her throat, her teeth biting into her bottom lip so harshly she might draw blood, and like the little bitch I am, I can’t hold my whimpers back. Every inch of my body shudders with pleasure as she rides me like a prized horse.
“Yes, fffuck yes, please don’t stop…” I whine. “God damn it, you feel good.”
“So… do you,” Heather huffs breathlessly.
Neither of us care who hears what we are doing. I’m allowing her to take control for as long as I possibly can, giving her a chance to set the pace. To enjoy what little time we have left but I can’t hold on any longer.
“Fuck!” I roar through my teeth, collaring her throat and dragging her lips to mine. Our tongues lashing, duelling with a violent, but primal need.
I shift my feet and press them sturdily against the mattress, moving my other hand to her right hip, and holding her as tight as I can before I start fucking up into her. Pounding into her drenched cunt without a single inch of restraint.
She screams, “Don’t stop! Oh my god!”
“God fucking DAMN IT!!” I bark, the sound almost a wolf-like snarl as I reach the deepest parts of her core. My mind consumed with thoughts of her. Pain I’ve experienced, love I’ve kept locked away, agony at the loss of her presence. It’s everything, all at once.
“Ricky, I’m going to… oh fuck, I’m going to come!”
The moment I feel her walls tighten around me, I know I have her right where I want her, and if the swirling in my stomach is anything to go by, I’m not going to last much longer before I blow my load inside her.
“Come then, right now! Come all over me.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!” she carols.
Both of us are sweating, mouths opened, her nails biting into the skin on my shoulders, and with a few more pumps, she falls apart.
Her pussy strangling my cock so tightly I cry out in pleasure and come alongside her as she latches her teeth onto my shoulder and bites down.
Hard. As I shoot hot ropes of thick cum inside her.
Coating every inch of her walls with my seed.
Owning her.
Claiming her.
Loving her.
Tears well in my eyes, because I know… that within the next few hours… I’m only going to lose her again.