11. Casper #2
Instead of giving in just yet, I shift my weight. Catching her by the waist, I roll her over onto her side and reach for her top limb. Squeezing her leg hard enough to leave little red fingerprints, I rest her knee against my hip to open her up completely.
Positioning myself right at her entrance, I start to grind against her like a punishment directly given to myself. As badly as I want to plunge deep inside, I deserve to wait a little longer.
Little does she know, I don't think I'm going to last long once I'm inside her. It feels like I'm already prepared to bust.
Kylee acts like she's the one being punished. She pants, her voice cracking as she clutches the blanket above her wet curls.
"Please, Casper... just fuck me. Stop waiting. Fuck me." Her eyes pinch closed as her words ring hot in the open air.
Well, I'll be damned. The dirty words sound so incredibly wrong coming from her lips, and fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever heard.
"How can I possibly say no when you ask so nicely?" A wicked grin stretches across my lips as I hug her leg to my chest and shift so I'm pinning the other with my leg. Reaching between us, I stop teasing. Once my weeping head grazes her opening, I thrust deep.
We both curse at the same time at the sheer, overwhelming tight friction of her heat wrapping around me like a vice. I don't give either of us a chance to adjust to the stretch. I didn’t wait this long just to play nice, and I don't waste a single second with shallow, teasing thrusts.
Keeping her top leg pinned firmly against my chest to keep her completely open, I pull back until I’m nearly slipping out, then drive forward again. Full, heavy, and ruthless.
I bottom out against her core with a bruising force, the solid thud of our hips colliding echoing in the quiet room.
Kylee arches off the mattress, a cry tearing from her throat. The sound is drenched in pleasure, thank God. She throws her head back, her knuckles pale as her hands shake while she rides out the wave of the heavy friction.
Hearing her lose her mind like that hits me like a wrecking force. Her high, breathless cries fill the open air, and fuck, the sound of her begging and sobbing out my name is just as intoxicatingly good as the wet, crushing tight grip of her pussy.
"You’re twitching all around me, sweetheart. Your little pussy is fluttering like it’s trying to milk every drop out of me. You want me to fill you up, don't you? Tell me how bad you want it." Pulling back, I have to bite my lip hard to contain a grin.
She looks like she's in a whole different world with those clouded eyes of hers. When I slow, her hips lift to meet me. "I want it," she confesses breathlessly. "Casper."
I can't hold back anymore. Dropping her leg, I lock my hand around her hip, my fingers sinking into her soft skin as I drive into her with an unrelenting, frantic momentum. The friction is blinding, a molten, slippery heat that has me seeing stars.
I thrust into her hard and fast, burying myself to the hilt over and over again, chasing that tight, pulsing rhythm of her walls.
"Casper—oh God—" She tries to say more, but the words catch in her throat before her body goes rigid against the mattress.
Her pussy clamps down hard as her next orgasm squeezes me in a tight chokehold. It's too much for me.
Bottoming out, I don't leave a single inch between us before my vision swims with stars and spots. Spilling everything I've been saving up for this moment, the noise that leaves me is strangled and unrecognizable. Hell, I'd call it animalistic, even.
When I feel air return to my lungs, my hips twitch and shift, thrusting what little I can to make sure she gets every drop.
Releasing her body, she immediately collapses on her back, and I'm going right down with her. Panting heavily against her chest, I lap at the sweat collecting where her breasts meet.
"Oh my—" Kylee lets out a laugh, and it's full of air and happiness. "Wow."
Lifting off of her, I carefully pull out before settling next to her. "Please tell me that's a good wow."
Kylee chuckles, her eyes still beautifully clouded as she turns her head on the pillow to look at me. "The best wow."
A wave of relief crashes over me, and I reach out, dragging her to my body. "Oh, this is no good."
"No?" She tilts her head up to look at me.
"You, my sweet girl, are a thief." Stroking her cheek with my thumb, I lean over and kiss her nose and forehead. "Are you proud of yourself? You stole my heart without even trying."
She swats at my chest and calls me corny, but doesn't pull away when I pepper her with more kisses. When I reach her mouth, she sighs against me.
"Would it be cruel to say that I'm glad you got stabbed that day?" Stroking my hip with her fingers, she drags them to the line that's nearly healed.
A quiet laugh huffs from my chest, though the warmth spreading through my ribs has nothing to do with amusement. I catch her hand, threading my fingers through hers and pressing her palm flat against my chest, right over my racing heart.
"Not cruel at all, sweetheart," I murmur, kissing the crown of her wet head. "If taking a blade was the price to pay for ending up in this bed with you, I’d let them line up to do it again. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me."
Her eyes swell with emotion before she buries her face into my neck as the tension completely leaves her body. I wrap my arms tighter around her, holding her against the quiet hum of the night, knowing without a doubt that I am never letting her go.