Chapter 13 #3
She’s sweet and musky and perfect, and I can’t get enough, spreading her open with my thumbs so I can get deeper, so I can lick inside her, so I can taste every inch of her.
I push my tongue inside her as deep as it will go and she moans, her thighs clamping around my head, her hips rocking against my face, smearing her wetness across my chin, my cheeks, my nose.
I eat her like I’m starving for it, because I am, and she’s writhing beneath me, her moans echoing off the concrete walls, her hands alternating between pulling my hair and shoving my face harder against her pussy like she can’t decide if she wants more or if it’s too much.
I find her clit and suck it into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, and she nearly comes off the mat, her back arching so hard only her shoulders and heels are touching the ground, her thighs shaking around my head.
I push two fingers inside her while I keep sucking her clit, curling them to find that spot, and when I hit it she screams, her walls clenching around my fingers, her whole body starting to shake with the beginnings of an orgasm.
I can feel her getting close, feel the way her thighs are trembling, the way her walls are starting to flutter, the way her moans have gone high and desperate.
I pull back.
The sound she makes is raw and furious, her hips chasing my mouth, her hands shoving at my head trying to push me back down, but I grab her wrists and pin them to the mat on either side of her hips, holding her down as I look up at her with her taste still on my lips, her arousal dripping down my chin.
“You bastard—“ she snarls, her whole body trembling on the edge of an orgasm I’m not going to let her have, her eyes wild with fury and desperation. “I was so close—“
“I know,” I say, and I settle between her thighs, my cock pressing against her entrance. She’s so wet the head slides through her folds easily, bumping against her clit, nudging at her opening, and she wraps her legs around my waist immediately.
I grab her hips and hold her still, keeping just the tip of my cock pressed against her entrance, not pushing in, making her feel how close I am to giving her what she needs without actually giving it to her.
Her hips strain against my grip, trying to rock forward, trying to take me inside, but I’m stronger than her and we both know it.
“Say please,” I tell her, my voice rough.
Her eyes flash with fury. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Wrong answer.” I pull my hips back, letting my cock slide through her folds, rubbing against her clit, and she moans involuntarily, her body betraying her even as her eyes shoot daggers at me.
“I’m not going to beg you,” she spits.
“Then I guess you’re not going to come.” I rub the head of my cock against her clit again, slow circles, and her whole body shudders. “Your choice.”
She holds out for longer than I expect, her jaw clenched, her eyes defiant, but I keep teasing her, keep rubbing my cock through her folds, bumping against her clit, pressing against her entrance without pushing in, and finally, finally, her resolve cracks.
“Please,” she grits out, the word sounding like it’s being ripped from her throat against her will.
“What was that?” I press the head of my cock against her entrance, just the tip, stretching her open. “Didn’t quite catch it.”
“Please,” she says again, louder this time, her legs tightening around my waist. “Please fuck me, you insufferable asshole.”
“See, I knew you knew the word,” I say, and then I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself inside her as deep as I can go.
Her whole body arches off the mat, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs locking around my waist, her walls clenching around my cock so tight I can barely breathe.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, some distant rational part of my brain that hasn’t been completely fried by lust is screaming at me that I just went in bare, that there’s nothing between us, that I should ask about birth control, about whether she’s on something, about what the fuck we’re doing—
But then she clenches around me, her walls gripping my bare cock, and I feel every pulse of her heartbeat through her pussy walls, the slick slide of her arousal coating my shaft with nothing in the way, and I stop thinking entirely.
I stop caring about anything except how fucking good she feels wrapped around me, hot and wet and tight, her body taking me like she was made for this, like we were made to fit together.
“Fuck—“ I pull back and drive into her again, her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me deeper with every thrust. Her tits are bouncing too, heavy and full, her nipples flushed and swollen, and she’s gasping beneath me, her mouth open, her eyes wild, looking up at me like she wants to kill me and fuck me in equal measure.
“That’s it?” she pants, her voice ragged but still sharp. “I’ve had harder fucks from guys half your size.”
“Really?” I grab her thighs and shove them up toward her chest, folding her nearly in half, and the new angle lets me drive even deeper, letting me grind against that spot inside her that makes her whole body shake. “Cause your pussy’s telling me a different story. You’re fucking dripping for me.”
“Arrogant prick—“ But the insult dissolves into a moan when I slam into her again, when I start fucking her so hard the mat is sliding across the concrete floor, when her tits are bouncing so violently she has to grab onto my arms just to hold on.
“What was that?” I grunt, pounding into her, watching her face, watching her try to hold onto her composure and fail. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you moaning my name.”
“I wasn’t—oh fuck—“ She’s losing the battle, her walls clenching around me, her thighs trembling. “I hate you—I hate you so fucking much—“
“I know.” I lean down and bite her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough that she’ll see it tomorrow and remember exactly how she got it. “Now shut up and take it. I know this is what you’ve been thinking about for weeks. Me fucking you until you can’t think straight.”
“Yes—“ She’s beyond words now, just sounds, desperate moans and whimpers and my name mixed with curses as I pound into her. “Yes—don’t stop—“
I fuck her harder, deeper, the mat sliding across the floor, her fingers digging into her own flesh, and the sight of her holding her own tits while I fuck her makes my cock throb inside her.
I can feel her getting close, feel her walls starting to flutter around my bare cock, feel her thighs trembling against my chest.
Suddenly she’s shoving at my shoulders, using surprising strength to push me off balance, and before I can react she’s rolling us over, straddling my hips, my cock still buried inside her.
The move catches me off guard and I let her do it, too caught up in the feeling of her to fight, and she braces her hands on my chest and looks down at me with wild triumphant eyes, her tits hanging heavy above me, swaying with every breath she takes.
“My turn,” she says, her voice ragged, and before I can respond she’s riding me.