Chapter 18 #2
“That’s what I thought.” My eyes stay locked on the place where we’re connected as I pull halfway out, my shaft already shining with her arousal, and push back in.
She’s so fucking tight that one pump has pleasure settling at the base of my spine, making me grateful I allowed myself to finish once already.
A part of me—the one I’ve shoved to the back of my consciousness, determined to ignore it—knows this won’t happen again, can’t happen again, but I’ll be remembering it with my hand around my dick for a long, long time.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I rasp after a few more thrusts, each one harder than the last.
Blair pants in response, her fingers digging into the white sheets beneath us. “Please,” her voice breaks, “I can take it.”
Yeah, I know she can.
Dragging my dick out until only the crown remains inside her, I use my hold on her hips to pull her back onto me, and the sensation of it tears a snarl from my lips.
Abandoning my control, I allow my body to take over, setting a fast, harsh pace that makes the headboard bang loudly against the wall and Blair’s wails to fill the quiet cottage.
I fuck her like I’m punishing us both.
I fuck her like I’m ruining us both.
I fuck her like my life depends on it.
Blair’s orgasm comes out of nowhere, and her inner walls clamp down on me so hard that I have to pull out to prevent her from milking my orgasm right out of me.
I’m not done yet.
And even then, even with pleasure spreading through my groin and her swollen, used cunt milking me with every thrust, it isn’t enough. Doing this only once isn’t enough. We haven’t even finished yet, and I’m already battling with the urge to take more.
My hand comes down on her ass again. “I want to see your tits. Ride my cock.”
Blair complies at once, swinging a leg over my hips eagerly as I take the place where I found her sleeping not long ago. She bites her lip, gazing down at me through heavily lidded eyes, as her fingers find the hem of my T-shirt, lifting it over her head at last.
Even if I could hold back my groan, there’s no way she could miss the way my cock leaps against her ass at the sight of them; full, plump, perky tits, tipped in palest pink, and providing an uncomfortable reminder I’ve taken a twenty-six-year-old to bed.
Not that it’s enough to stop me now.
“Fucking Christ,” I snarl, reaching up to tease her nipples and rolling the pebbled buds between my fingers as she rises onto her knees. “Sit on it. Now.”
Reaching between her legs, her fingers wrap around my shaft, still sticky with her arousal. “You’re so bossy,” she complains with a breathy giggle, even as she guides the head of my cock to her opening and lowers herself slowly onto my length.
A deep, approving groan rumbles low in my chest as her ass settles in my lap, my bare dick buried inside her once again.
The sight of this woman, totally naked and sitting astride me, may be the most erotic moment of my entire life.
“What now?” Blair teases, eyes sparkling down at me, as she circles her hips slowly. “Should I just sit here?”
Not a bad idea.
A loud smack splits the air as my hand comes down on her ass once again.
“You know what I want, now give it to me,” I snap, and her inner walls clutch my length as I give her another spank for good measure.
“Or, if you’d rather not have my cum dripping out of you for hours, I’ll go finish myself off in the shower. ”
The way her breath catches at this is telling.
“Hmmm,” Blair sighs, pretending she’s really considering this. “I suppose that sounds okay.” She nearly earns herself another spank for the attitude, but my hand falls to clutch her hip as she rises off me, sending pleasure tearing through my abdomen and up my spine.
If the sight of this woman sitting on my dick was life-altering, it’s quickly eclipsed by watching her ride me.
I find myself panting, totally lost in the sight of her tits bouncing and the wet noises of her pussy leaking over me.
She’s unbelievably responsive, and when I tilt her back, angling our bodies so my tip hits her G-spot, Blair’s moans turn to gasping sobs.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she chants, her fingers digging into my chest. She’s trying to maintain her pace, to keep getting me off, too, even as her body is wracked with tremors which signal her most intense orgasm yet is approaching.
I take over, letting out rough grunts as I hold her hips in place and pound into her from below. In seconds, she’s coming, and there’s no way for me to escape doing the same. I’m not ready for this to be over yet, but I don’t have a choice.
My own release surges through me, and I drag Blair down with a guttural groan, sealing our bodies together. She collapses over my chest, her inner walls still convulsing around me, drawing out my orgasm as I pump her full of my cum.
It’s an effort to open my eyes again when it’s all over.
Both of us are damp with sweat and panting, tangled together atop the trashed bedding. The air is cold on my skin as Blair slowly pushes herself off me, falling onto the mattress at my side.
Neither of us speaks, lost in our respective shock at what just transpired.
Fuck.
“You should get some sleep,” she whispers at last.
I nod, still staring at the ceiling. “Your father sent a few security guards, and they’re stationed at the entrances of the house. You’re safe there.”
Silence.
“Okay.” Blair’s voice reveals nothing, and I listen to the sound of bedding rustling as she leaves my bed.
I wait until I’m confident she’s dressed again before pushing myself onto my elbows to watch as she slips from the bathroom, pulling her hair from beneath her sweater. Her eyes are on the floor.
“Blair.” She stills, listening. I swallow. “That isn’t going to happen again.”
For once, she doesn’t have a retort.