Chapter Eight #2
I unbelt my pants and lower them to my knees, springing my cock out. Her eyes visibly widen as they land on it. Something crosses her features, something that looks like ‘I’m not sure I can handle that’, but she’s past the point of no return.
I’m already on top of her, the tip of my cock stroking her wet entrance. Her eyes lock with mine once again and the lust I see in them is all I need to thrust straight inside her, raw and deep.
It’s like entering the gates of heaven.
Her head falls back and she releases a guttural moan. I pull out and thrust again, bringing her legs up high to plunge deeper and deeper. She feels fucking amazing, every inch of her walls wrapped around me perfectly.
I grunt but her moans are louder, her breathing erratic. Have to grit my teeth to stop myself from spilling into her like a fucking geyser. She’s so fucking wet, urging me to fuck her harder, deeper, that I almost lose control.
Struggling for room, I move her further up the couch to give myself more momentum. She obeys instantly. For once, it feels like we’re on the same team, both of us chasing the same thing.
So, I pull out of her.
“No!” she snaps. “What are you doing?”
“You want it back?”
“Yes!”
“Then you’re going to beg.”
Her temper rises in an instant. The lust in her eyes mixes with an emotion I’ve already seen in her multiple times. Fury.
But still, she’s oozing with wetness.
I don’t know who I’m torturing more—myself or her.
Seeing me staring between her legs, she opens them wider and teases a finger through her petals, staring me in the eyes. “Make me.”
I smirk.
Fuck, if I didn’t know better, I’d think I finally met my match.
“Up.” I click my fingers. “Come on.”
Her foggy eyes stare at me a moment longer. Then she obeys my command.
“Bend over.” I escort her naked body to the arm and demonstrate, bending her over until her ass sticks up in the air. “Good girl.”
I spank her.
A gasp leaves her mouth. “Asshole!”
“You like that?”
“Screw you,” is the response.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” My hand strikes again. She suppresses a moan, but her legs open just a little wider.
“This—” I smack her other butt cheek— “is for your stupid behavior.”
I still half-expect her to retaliate, but she doesn’t. Her ass remains in the air and her face buried in the cushions like she’s anticipating the next strike. It’s probably the most appetizing view I’ve seen in my entire life.
So, I take it a step further.
I reach under her to cup her mound. Then, I line back up with her slit and plunge inside of her, this time from behind.
Her body tenses in an instant, then relaxes. Her face is buried in a pillow as she releases moan after moan.
I start fucking her, rough and hard.
Her thighs begin shaking. My vision blurs. Reality recedes away from me. It’s just me and her in this room, and that’s it. Nothing else exists outside of this bubble of pleasure we’re in.
Her walls tighten around me, perhaps a little too tight. And though her thighs are still trembling from her impending orgasm, I know she’s trying to regain control.
I grip her hips. I attempt another thrust, but she clenches her walls even tighter.
“What are you doing?”
“This,” she says barely catching her breath, “is for breaking into my property.
“You didn’t seem to mind, a minute ago.”
“I could report you,” she says.
“You could. But you won’t.”
She goes quiet, knowing as well as I do that going to the police won’t do anything except bring more danger to her doorstep. Besides, she needs me, even though she’s unwilling to admit it. And the wetness between her legs would suggest she needs me in other ways, too.
I smack her ass cheek, the shock from it loosening her walls again.
So, I slam back into her, eliciting another guttural moan before she could start playing her childish games again.
She doesn’t. If anything, she opens up to me even more.
Taking that as an invitation, I continue fucking her, and this time I don’t hold anything back.
The thrusts become animalistic as I slam into her with everything I have.
Rage, because she won’t stop snooping.
Self-hatred, because I’m entertaining the problem instead of eliminating it.
But when her soaking walls start to pulsate around my cock, I forget all of it.
“Fuck!” Lauren cries at the top of her lungs, her thighs shaking wildly as I continue channeling all of my lust and frustration into fucking her.
Her orgasm, the wild bucking of her hips, only urges me on. I grip her hair, swirling it into a bun to give myself more power, and plunge into her one final time.
I fill her with my hot cum. Our bodies collide in frantic intensity one last time before I pull out, making my cum drip out of her as I exit.
Her body trembles as it collapses onto the couch like a house of cards, breasts rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.
She looks even more hauntingly beautiful in this state.
Her skin shines with perspiration, and loose brown waves tumble over her shoulders, framing her face in the most perfect way.
But that doesn’t change the fact that this was a mistake.
A one-time-only thing that I needed to get out of my system.
We both had our fun.
It’s time to get back to work.
Which is why “Stop digging or you’ll wish you had,” is all I say before I redress and leave her apartment.