Fifteen
I don’t think my cock has ever been this fucking hard for a woman before, and the way she was writhing all over my fingers, as I fucked her pussy and ass with them, I knew I had to get inside her. I just wanted to feel her coming first, but she was taking longer than I expected to get off. Was it too much? Not enough? Was I missing her fucking G-spot?
I swear, women think we just instinctively know this shit, but it’s a learning curve, and every woman reacts differently to stuff, so finding her buttons was a challenge. It was absolutely a challenge I relished though. Did she need more from me? Did she need me to be meaner?
I used more force, sinking my teeth into her butt cheek again, before I lifted my head and warned her, “come now, or I’ll fucking get myself off, coat you in my cum, and go home.”
She damn near swallowed my fingers when she came, her body rippling and rising up in an arch, before she slumped down on the bed again, shuddering and gasping for breath. Her pussy and ass were still twitching and spasming from her orgasm, so I quickly rolled my one and only condom on, and rammed into her hot wet pussy. Fuck me, she was hot as hell, so wet I slipped in without any resistance, and the walls of her pussy were still trembling and rippling against my dick.
“Fuck yeah, take this fucking cock, bitch, because it’s my turn to get off. Make it good, oh god yeah, take it deep,” I was grunting out all kinds of stuff as I gripped her hips in a firm grasp, and powered into her. All I cared about was riding her so fucking good and hard that she’d never forget this moment, but my control was shot to hell, and I was scarily close to unloading already. I slowed down, taking a deep breath to try and calm me. I couldn’t be so pathetic to come so fast, but fuck me, it was Grace, wasn’t it?
She was writhing against me, trying to encourage me to move, but I’d fucking decide when that happened, wouldn’t I? She wanted me to use her for my pleasure, so I’d call the shots, not her.
“Stay still, bitch. This isn’t about you, yeah? I’m getting mine now, and I’ll take my fucking time.”
I could talk the talk, but if I wanted to walk the fucking walk, I needed to calm my shit down and breathe for a minute. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right into the mattress, but going a few weeks without sex, and now being with her, yeah, schoolboy time. I’m not a fucking kid, though, I’m Torch, and I’m known for lasting in the bedroom.
I leaned down and fisted her hair in a tight grip, angling her head back and watching her back arch deliciously.
“Can you feel me inside you, Grace? My cock is so deep inside you right now, I fucking own this pussy. How are you gonna like it when I’m this deep in your ass, huh?” She hissed in a sharp breath, and honestly I wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t like the idea, or she really did. Regardless, I wasn’t going there unless we’d at least talked it over first. I liked being forceful in bed, but I wasn’t a complete bastard, and I wanted her willing, and fucking enjoying me.
“Can you imagine this thick cock stretching your tight virgin ass, as I ram in deep, over and over?” Her pussy contracted around my dick, and reminded me of how close I felt to blowing my fucking load. Maybe turning her on more was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Tell me how good my cock feels inside you, if you wanna earn my cum,” I whispered, drawing back and slamming hard into her as she tried to speak.
“Can’t hear you, babe, you’re gonna have to speak up.” I did it again and again, until she finally shouted her response, and I hoped the whole fucking posh street heard her yelling about how fucking amazing my cock felt, deep in that wet pussy of hers.
“That’s my good fucking cumslut, now take it all, and don’t let it spill out,” I hissed as I came hard, and held her tight against me as I unloaded, my breathing ragged, as I rode out my pleasure inside my woman.
Yeah, she’s definitely fucking mine now. Look at that. I marked her on the inside where it counts, metaphorically at least, but maybe next time for real.
Grace
I was like a boneless mess on my own bed, and I’d never felt so good in my life. What was it about Torch that completely overwhelmed my senses, and made everything feel better? Why was he the first and only man I’d trusted, or allowed to treat me this way, or even speak to me this way? Somehow, for some unknown reason, I trusted him, and I knew that he wouldn’t push things too far.
As soon as he was recovered after his release, he eased out of me, and draped the bedding over me as he left the bed, but he was back moments later, using a warm flannel to clean me up, and then he curled us up together in the bed, with the blankets wrapped around us.
“You okay, babe?” I loved that he always checked. I mean, I know we’ve only fooled around twice, but he was so caring after. Right now he was holding me against his body, spooning me, and warming me, all at once. I felt safe, warm, and protected. He was stroking my hip as he whispered in my ear, and I could feel how much he wanted to look after me.
“Yeah,” I answered, knowing he wouldn’t stop asking until I did. That was how I knew he was the good kind, a man I could rely on, even with the obstacles we might face at some point, with our very different lifestyles, and the troubles at his club.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
I smiled, wriggling back against him to feel more of his warmth, as he kissed my cheek gently.
“No, it was perfect.”
He chuckled softly, rubbing his stubbled cheek against mine.
“Perfect, eh? Things I never thought I’d hear from anyone in relation to me. My parents would be so proud, you know, if I knew who they were.”
Oh ouch. That was an admission I hadn’t expected in this moment, or any moment really. He had no family? That must have been awful for him. I covered his hand on my hip with my own, stroking it softly, and he sighed.
“Don’t go getting all maudlin on my account, babe. I’m just fine. Got a whole fucking brotherhood now, plus they’re all shacking up with old ladies, so I’m pretty well rounded these days.”
“Except for almost being killed,” I said without thinking. Oh god. Why did I say that? He’d tensed at my words, and I hated bringing reality back to him, when he was otherwise so relaxed.
“Sorry, I don’t think I have the best control over my mouth right now,” I said quietly, patting his hand again. His fingers dug in to my hip, biting at my flesh.
“I could control that mouth of yours, babe… just say the word.”
I rolled over to face him. “Sometimes I probably need that, Torch.”
His smile really was a thing of beauty, lighting up his otherwise rather threatening demeanour, and encouraging his eyes to join in.
“Happy to oblige. Never let it be said that I’m not a giver, yeah?”
He stroked my hair back from my face.
“Serious for a minute though, so make the most of it… is there anything I’m doing that you don’t like, or would prefer I did differently? I don’t normally see a lady more than once, so I don’t know if I’m bad at any of this.”
He didn’t? Did that make me special? I knew most women would be focusing on that, and seeing a manwhore, or a man who just used women, but what I was seeing was a man suddenly wanting to see more of the same woman, me .
“You could call me meaner things, and be rougher, and I’d still be enjoying it, Torch. It’s so liberating, letting you call the shots and use me like that. I don’t have to think or make decisions, I don’t have to try and behave a certain way to impress anyone, I just need to do as I’m told, and let you do what you want, and I love it.”
“You don’t want to impress me?” He pouted at me, looking as adorable as a puppy, and how that was possible with a tattooed head, I couldn’t even explain. He just was.
“Are you not impressed by me so far?” I challenged, raising my eyebrows at him, just to add a little extra sass. Torch groaned, pulling my face closer, so his lips brushed mine as he spoke.
“You want me hard again, keep talking to me like bossy doctor lady, I swear. For some reason, that gets me so fucking hot. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d give you control, and I’ve never even considered it before, but something about you fucking kills me, babe.”
It surprised me that he thought that was what I’d want, but then I supposed he’d only seen me as his doctor up until he was discharged from the hospital, so maybe it was a natural assumption.
“I’d rather be your filthy little… uh… you get it, right?”
Torch winked at me. “Say ‘slut’, babe. Own it.”