13. Casper #3
One more inch, and I rear back before sinking forward to the same depth. Repeat. Another inch. Repeat. Another inch. Repeat.
“Who knew you could be such a good girl?” I growl, lifting my hand and smacking her ass.
Her head tips back, her mouth forming the most beautiful, desperate O. The words are on the tip of her tongue, but she clenches her jaw and seals her lips, her big eyes communicating everything she’s not saying.
When it comes to her bratty black-cat self, this is a huge stride. I suppose she deserves a little reward. Which is exactly what I give her as I reach around her hip and find her clit, circling it slow and steady, my thrust just as controlled, matching the pace.
“You feel like heaven, bound in the filthiest sin,” I groan, my own restraint ready to snap.
But I hold back from letting myself loose, not until she tightens around my dick, her whimpers falling uncontrollably from that pretty mouth of hers while her first orgasm tears through her.
Fucking hell. I can’t wait another second.
“You wanted me to use you.” I slam into her. “Like my dirty girl.”
After rearing back to the tip, I drive forward, and her tits rock in the mirror from the force. I can’t get enough of her. No matter how many thrusts, how many moans, how many orgasms, I need more and more and more.
My thighs clap against her ass as I pick up my pace, pounding into her and rocking the entire station. Good God, she feels unbelievable.
My hands flatten on her lower back, forcing her arch to be sharper and making her take me deeper. Grabbing the roundness of her hips, I lock myself in place, sliding her body back and forth on my cock.
“So fucking deep,” she whimpers, her eyes glued on me, her arms shaking from holding herself up. “Oh God.” It’s mere seconds before she explodes around me again, deeper and more intense. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck.”
She’s not being very quiet, but I couldn’t care less because hearing her like this is all that matters.
“There you go, baby.”
Slowing my assault, I sink fully inside once more, rolling my hips while pressed flush against her. She gasps, her body jumping from the intensity. But I stay buried in her as I bend at my hips, gripping the countertop beside her, my body looming over hers.
Watching me intently, she wets her lips, her eyes hungry for more. I drop to my elbows, and my bare chest presses against her smooth back.
The mirror draws my gaze up her body, and I wish I could take a picture of this. Her—face flushed, eyebrows upturned, doe eyes, and pouty lips. And me—my purple mask glowing above her head, my big arms and shoulders completely encasing her.
I rock my hips again, filling her to the fucking brim with my cock.
She whimpers, “Oh God, I know you told me to be quiet. But I need you so fucking bad. Please.”
Jesus Christ. There’s no world where I’ll ever be mad at hearing her beg.
“Of course, baby. Because you asked so nicely.” My voice is breathy and deep against her ear.
Arching my back, I pull my cock out a couple of inches before I stretch her back out. Over and over until she can barely keep her eyes open and I’m the only thing holding her up.
A delicious, horrible image appears before me, and I’m throwing caution to the wind to see it come to fruition. I know I won’t last much longer because the thought of it almost kills me.
Grabbing her jaw with my right hand, I quickly instruct her, “Hand around my wrist.”
She does as told, reaching up and wrapping her fingers around my tattoos.
“Tap three times to tell me to stop. I’ll push you, but you stop me if it’s too much, okay?”
Her eyes are big and curious. “Okay.”
The rolling of my hips continues, the rhythm steady and firm. It’s not long before both of us are struggling to hold on.
My body’s position mirrors Mona’s, my elbows now on the counter, an inch from hers. I flatten my hand over her mouth, sliding my thumb and forefinger up just enough to pinch her nose, sealing her airway off completely.
I pound into her, feeling her body squeeze my cock as her orgasm builds. “Every single breath you take belongs to me, Mona.”
Her eyes start to water, and she tips her head back, leaning into the curve of my neck, twisting with pleasure.
My lips are pressed to the shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Each kiss, each moan, each tear,” I growl as the lack of oxygen causes a drop to spill from her eye, rolling down her cheek. She’s there, at the edge of the cliff. “You wanna come, baby?”
Nodding aggressively, she writhes in my embrace.
Her body spasms, and immediately, I remove my hand, lowering it to her throat to hold her head up in case she gets too lightheaded. My grip is soft, merely there for support. And she needs it because as she gasps, filling her lungs, her legs and arms shake like an earthquake.
“Oh God—fucking Christ—ohhhhhh.”
Her core clenches down around me, and I hold on tightly to the table and her. Stars appear in my eyes from how perfect she feels.
“Mona,” I grind out through my teeth and pull out, sliding my dick between her cheeks as I explode. “Forever, Mona. You’re mine forever.”