148. Sterling
Chapter 148
Sterling
I can’t stop.
Can’t slow down.
Can’t do anything but fuck my girl into the mattress.
She’s squirming beneath me.
Whimpering and moaning.
Trying to get away while also arching her back and trying to take me deeper.
And I simply can’t stop.
Our bodies slap together.
The sound of her wetness fills the room.
Her pussy is trying to fucking swallow me with each thrust I take.
I press my fingers harder into her soft side. Trying to hold her still as I slam my cock home.
I try to keep some of my weight off her.
Try not to crush her.
But I need her.
Lifting my head, I look at where I’m holding her hands in one of mine.
It’s still dark, barely dawn, but I can see the dark marks where my knuckles have split .
I can see the faint bruising on my forearm from where the man tried to claw me through my shirt.
And I can see my girl safe beneath me.
I shove my hips forward.
I can feel my girl’s warmth around me.
I pull out and slam back in.
Courtney moans, and I revel in my girl alive beneath me.
And hearing her, seeing her, feeling her, has me on the brink.
I let go of her hip and shove my hand between her body and the mattress.
Courtney lifts her hips as much as she can.
It’s only an inch.
But it’s enough.
My fingers reach her slippery clit.
I don’t ease into it. I just start rubbing.
My movements are jerky.
My tether is fraying.
Courtney starts getting louder.
Starts squirming more.
Starts to squeeze her thighs together.
I keep going.
Keep thrusting.
Keep touching.
“That’s it, Honey.” I circle her clit. “You’re choking the life out of me.” I kiss the back of her neck. “Let go.”
I shove in as far as I can.
And she breaks.
Her cries are loud.
Her hands fight my hold.
And her pussy clamps down around me.
She comes and comes, and the wetness coats my dick.
I rock into her.
And I clench my jaw.
But when she calls out my name, I can’t hold back anymore.
Releasing her, I lean back onto my heels, and I start to come as my cocks slips free, sending the first pulse of my release across her ass .
Then I grip my length and stroke the soul out of my dick.
Painting Courtney’s flannel-clad back in my seed.
It’s filthy.
It’s animalistic.
And it’s my new favorite sight.
My girl wrapped in my clothes and covered in my cum.
Still hard, I push back into her. Just to make her squeal.