Chapter 7 - Coralynn
SEVEN
Coralynn
“Tony,” I mewl. My breasts rub along his chest, the hair softly abrading them, adding another sense to the multitude that’s currently running through me.
He lets out a low grunt when the lips of my pussy slide along his thick and heavy cock.
I’ve yet to wrap my hands around it, but I already know from feeling him before and now, definitely now, when there’s not a single stitch of clothing between us, that my fingers wouldn’t meet when I do get my hands on his dick.
“You feel damn good, trouble.” It’s clear he’s losing control. Gone is the man who kept his hands by his sides. They’re firmly on my hips, and he helps with the up-and-down motion.
“So do you.” The tip of his cock nudges my clit. “Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes closing as I settle into a rhythm.
“Peppermint. Always peppermint. Goddamn, I love the way you taste.” I’d plead for more, except the build-up is so damn incredible that I don’t want to rush this.
Tony’s lips land on mine, teeth nipping at the plush, pillowy skin, and he more than likes it when my mouth shows how much he’s kissed them until they’re bruised.
“I need more, please,” I say in between each kiss. One hand slides lower, cupping the cheek of my ass, fingers digging in and moving dangerously close to where I’d have no problem exploring with him.
“You’ve got two options, Coralynn. You can slide your hot pussy down on my dick, or I can take this to the concrete, put you on your back, and bury my head between your thighs while I use my mouth and fingers on you.
The choice is yours, but I’ve got nothing on me in the form of contraception.
That’s inside.” He clearly didn’t plan for things to head this way out here, or he’d have stashed them within reaching distance.
“Later, you can use your mouth.” I want this.
My hand wraps around his shaft. True to my earlier words, the tips of my fingers are nowhere near close to touching.
He’s thick, he’s girthy, and he’s going to fill me up in the most delicious way possible.
“I’m on birth control, the pill, and it’s up to you if we go bare or not.
” If I could cross my fingers without losing his cock or my purchase on his shoulder, I’d do so, but since I’m not going to lose the fullness in my hands, I’m going to say a silent prayer.
God, please, for all that is holy, do not let him put the brakes on me sinking down on his length.
I’ll probably have lightning strike me for daring to ask the higher-up for something along these lines, but it’ll be worth it.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses out as I slowly drop an inch.
His mushroom-shaped tip is thicker than his length, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath.
“Obviously, I’m clean.” The grittiness in his tone tells a story of his own, one with molten desire, trying to allow me to take what I need while he keeps himself together.
“I am, too.” The option of going slow is taken out of my hands.
With a quickness unlike any I’ve ever seen, I’m slammed down on his length, all the way to the root.
I don’t know where he ends and I begin. “Tony,” I say on a squeal before it turns to a groan when he swivels his hips to hit my clit.
We’re moving before I even know what’s happening.
My back hits the wall, and he cages me in like he always does.
Where I’d once attempt to run away from him, there’s no chance in hell I’d do that now.
Each roll of his hips, each glide, each shove and advancement has me closer to the edge.
I want more, need more, and while I have yet to voice my desire, minus the moaning and breathless whisper of his name, it’s almost like he can read me like a book.
“I knew you’d take me so sweetly. All that feistiness, yet all it took was getting a taste, making you realize what we have is goddamn amazing.
But just so you know, trouble. You run again, I’ll chase you, and when I catch you, I’ll use whatever means necessary to keep you right where I want you.
Even if that takes tying you down, cuffing you to my bed, or my personal favorite, staying inside you every damn chance I get.
” How he’s able to talk while thoroughly fucking me, all while expecting me to hold a conversation, is beyond me.
All I know is I’d agree to anything he has to say.
His head drops, and he nudges my lips with his.
His breathing intensifies, as do his movements.
“You like that idea. I can feel your hot cunt tightening down on my cock so hard, I have to fight the need to go faster, to take you rougher. Only the fact that you’re still getting used to me is holding me back.
Soon enough, I’ll be fucking you hard.” Crap on a cracker, I knew Tony liked to talk dirty, but this is a whole other level.
It’s hotter and filthier, especially with his hand beneath the water, feeling the tip of his finger slide across what people would call a forbidden entrance.
Except it’s not, not when it feels this good, indescribable.
I wiggle my hips downward, taking him to the first knuckle.
“Ah, fuck. You’re the best kind of trouble, taking my cock in your cunt and my finger in your tight ass.” He’s not wrong about that. It’s a snug fit tied in with a delicious burning sensation.
“Yes, Tony, more, please.” Words are tumbling from my lips. Through it all, he keeps moving. I’m in a whirlwind, ready to take whatever he’s willing to give.
“I bet you’d take my cock so good, sucking the cum right out of my balls, just like you will tonight.
” The words he uses, the way he describes everything in detail, what he wants to do to my body, it’s out-of-the-world amazing.
It has my arms locking around his neck, my thighs quivering from holding him as close to my body as possible, and my breasts use his chest much like the rest of me is.
“Oh god, I want that. God, do I want that, with you, with all of you.” My eyes are unable to remain open. All I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride Tony is taking me on.
“Not god, trouble. Me. Watch me, watch us, just like last time. Remember? When we were out in the open? A lot like we are right now. Anybody could see across the way. It got you so hot. What if it happened now, though they won’t be able to see all of you?
The water hides your writhing naked body.
They’d have to use their imagination to wonder what you’d look like taking my dick, strangling me with each nudge of my hips.
” Each word turns into an action. The man is a powerhouse of strength and determination, muscles flexing and pulling, sweat dripping along his temples, making him all the hotter.
“So close, Tony. Fuck. Fuck me.” He does what I ask, his forearm braced behind my head, which helps keep me from banging it backward with how much I’m moving.
“Doing exactly that, trouble. Come on my cock, Cora, and take me right along with you.” Never in my life have I been an orgasm-on-command type of girl.
Apparently, with Tony, I am. My eyes slam shut, my muscles tense, and my center pulses around his length.
Through it all, Tony keeps moving in and out, forward and backward.
It isn’t until I feel him let loose, emptying himself inside of me, that every last ounce of energy is depleted from my body.
“Tony.” His name comes out on a sigh.
“Fuck, Coralynn. I’m never going to want to leave your body,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I don’t want him to, either.