Chapter 9 #2
Fighting her strength, I slide my fingers in and out, nearly leaving her empty, making her whine before thrusting them back in.
Poor thing is shaking already, suppose I could give her a few precious seconds to ready herself–nah.
Stroking a few more times, I repeat the same motion but rougher; over and over until her arousal finally soaks through the front of my boxers.
Flattening the heel of my palm to her pulsing clit, my pointer finger eases out, trading with my ring finger.
All while I pepper open mouth kisses up and down her neck, punctuating a few of them with a bite here and there.
We’re both already panting, keyed up and so fucking deep in the thick of it, there’s no way in hell we’ll resurface before we drown.
Without warning, I jerk my arm, stopping when she gasps, testing the waters so to speak.
Tensing, she grinds her ass down onto my too-hard cock making me see stars.
Denying her for a few labored breaths, I make her wait, wanting her so fucking wound up she comes all over my dick before I’m remotely close to finishing with her.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi.
Thrusting again, she coats my hand in her delicious arousal—can’t wait to suck her off my fingers before sinking into her.
Curl my tongue around all three digits, lap her sweet taste from every raised print pad and the ditch between each of them.
Before calling it quits, and doing the damn thing anyway, her thighs part further as she bucks forward–my fingers invading deeper into her slick pussy.
Perfect, so goddamn perfect.
A stunning shade of pink has bloomed beneath her ear, creeping down her neck into the divots of her clavicles where it pools like summertime sweat.
There’s nothing stopping me, not life, not people, not even the law chasing us earlier—absolutely nothing is in the way of me branding her skin with the crescent moon shaped curve of my bite. I refuse to resist anymore, she will wear me several times over before I take her home.
Baring my teeth, I bite down on the side of her neck until she screams out, bucking her hips desperately—so damn close she’s fluttering around my fingers.
Milking at them with long hard pulls that have me slowing my pace but I can’t do that to her.
I can’t torture her like this, egg her on, make her beg and plead, promise me things she might not have to give then leave her hanging.
On the other hand, I could. I’ll confuse her body, make her ache and associate me with pleasure rather than simply being her friend—especially now that we are free to be involved.
It’s a profound idea, having her as obsessed with me as I am with her.
Then again, I can wait and torment her another day.
If I don’t get inside of her, if I don’t make her unravel at the seams, we both might lose our ever-loving minds, and two love-drunk insane people never turn out right.
I mean, look at Bonnie and Clyde or Antony and Cleopatra.
I could be nice, let her have this one orgasm before she’s given another, then another, and countless more after tonight. Decisions, decisions.
Thrusting my fingers deep into her, my middle gently strokes her cervix at the same time my pointer mimics the motion against her g-spot.
And forget her clit? Hell no, my thumb’s focused on it, tight slow circles atop of her hood as I manipulate every fucking nerve ending she has.
Listening to her cry, and pant, and writhe to escape.
“Kaleb! Please, fuck. Don’t… stop. Oh—OH FUCK!”
Nadia almost launches her head back to the window but I’m careful, shifting her just in time for her to miss it and still scream through the violent bucking of her curvy hips.
Riding my hand, drenching me in her release as the smooth fabric of my boxers struggle to absorb all she gives me—leaving her scent lingering in my clothes.
“That’s it, sweetheart. So fucking pretty when you come for me. Tell me you want another and I’ll give it to you; I’ll fuck every inch of my cock into this cunt until you’re drunk and your pussy chokes the cum out of me.”
Her beautiful silver eyes are blown out and heavily armored with her barely painted eyelids. Still, she stares down at where I’m determined to draw out each and every shudder her sensitive body offers.
“M…more. P…please Kaleb.”
Whatever my girl wants, she gets. Keeping my fingers plunged inside of her, I shift to escape my confining boxers—freeing my dick with a gasp of my own.
Precum leaks from the flustered and flared tip, the foreskin no longer protecting my glands as hard as I am.
Settling her down, the last few inches of me stick out freely between her thighs.
Pulling my fingers free, she pouts at the emptiness that I silence when I rock up to her.
“Just a second,” my breathy-words flood the side of her neck and jaw.
It takes me little time to find a condom in the center console, rip open the aluminum packaging, and roll it on.
In the past I gave her the opportunity to do this, she enjoyed it, learning how to do things that set us both on edge–right now, I’m too impatient.
Rolling the cream-colored rubber down to the last centimeter or so of my cock, I line up with her pulsating cunt and push inside.
Grabbing her hips, I drag her down onto me, filling her to the brim.
Jesus Christ almighty. Stop Kaleb, stop or you’re going to bust right now.
She feels so fucking good, just how I remember. Snug, but not so tight it hurts, slick with need, taking me with ease despite the pressure of stretching her. Greedily capturing her lips, it’s my turn to moan–it’s heady and hopeless pouring into her mouth.
Limited on space, I reach for the release between my seat and the door and force the seat to recline; awarding me an unobstructed view of Nadia—well almost. Without slipping out, I turn her, positioning her against the steering wheel—uncomfortable I am sure—and help her bracket her feet on both sides of my waist. Spreading her wider, she hovers a few inches over me as I help support her by holding her up by her creamy thighs.
Finally, I buck two, three, urgent times.
“Ask for it again, sweetheart. Do it. Ask for your cock.”
The brat forces herself down to my hilt then lifts, the condom glistening with her slick release when she threatens me by rising until only my tip remains inside of her.
“Don’t you fucking do it, Nadia. Not tonight. I need you too bad.”
“Then you beg. Beg to fuck me senseless, Kaleb. You want this pussy, then you say please.”
What the hell is she doing to me? I ask myself as my cock jumps, taking it upon itself to try and coerce her into slamming down on me.
She’s fucking mine, has been from the get go and will be mine even when she’s hovering over me and keeping me from being balls deep inside of her.
I’m ready to reach up, grab her by the damn throat and force her onto me but I’m not an ass–if she wants me to beg, then I’ll beg.
“Please, sweetheart. May I, please, fuck this beautiful cunt?”
Dropping my head back, I grip her thighs until the joints in my fingers ache, the devil practically falls and impales herself on me.
Losing my hold, I swap with her waist, it’s not as firm as her hips but I love how she squeezes between my fingers in softer areas.
Steadying her over me I take the opportunity to snap my hips forward and bury myself several times before she tries to take control again.
Drowning out the syrupy drawl of her moan each time my sack and the tops of my thighs smack against her.
So fucking good, this—this is what I’ve waited so long for, what I’m grateful for every damn day and will be for the rest of my life.
Needing to see her, to watch my dick take her apart, I tilt my head again.
Lust-heavy eyes focus on where we’re meeting, eating up the sight of me stretching her open—of her swollen clit begging for its own attention.
Too bad, I’m not letting go of her right now.
Instead, I take her throat anyway, grasping, and cutting off the breath she’s not allowed to steal without permission, then I yank her to me.
Changing the angle, she’s rubbing herself on my groin now while I’m surging in and out of her tight grip.
“So per…fect.” Replacing my breath with her own for another kiss. She responds by invading my mouth, muting me.
That’s it, stingy thing.
There’s no stopping us—we’re ravenous for this. The connection, being seen, being appreciated for who we are without the expectations of our families. There’s no grade point averages or job requirements here, just pure fucking lust and a love that will outlast time.
Pressure’s building low in my stomach, running me along with the burn of my exerted muscles, delivering a heady cocktail to my mind and body.
She fits me perfectly. The flare of her hips below my hand, her chest pressed flat to mine, the exact size of her neck fitting in my grip, then the way I slot between her thighs like we were formed from matching molds.
I can’t take it anymore—thrusting harder, more desperate, and losing my steady rhythm, my orgasm rushes towards me. If I have anything to say about it, she’s going too, we’re falling over this together. Hand in hand, soul with soul.
Binding both arms around her, I pant against her neck. “Please come with me, Nadia. Show me who owns me.”
One, two, three more thrusts and she screams. Her orgasm triggers mine, shoving as far into her spasming pussy, I moan into her shoulder. Filling the condom with spurt after spurt of hot cum, giving myself to the only woman I’ve ever wanted.