Chapter 18 #3
Her ass, perfect and round, bouncing every time she drops down, that little tramp stamp dancing above the curve of her tailbone like it’s spellwork.
The slow, wet grind of her pussy swallowing my cock inch by inch—condom catching the sheen, making every stroke look slicker, filthier.
She doesn’t ride me soft. Not anymore. Not tonight.
She slams herself down on me, hungry, mean with it. Nails raking down my chest. Hair swinging forward to hide her face until I fist it and pull her head back, make her look at me.
“You like this, don’t you,” I growl, watching her bounce in the mirror, watching the way her tits strain against the tank, nipples hard under the thin cotton. “Look at you, taking every inch like it belongs to you.”
Her voice comes out strangled, breathless. “It does.”
Goddamn right it does.
My hands slide down her back, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises by morning. I slam her down harder, make her cry out, make her feel it.
The headboard knocks the wall once, twice. The mattress squeaks under us. Her pussy’s a vice, fluttering around me every time I hit deep. And she’s gasping now, eyes locked on mine, like I’m the only thing tethering her to the earth.
I grab her by the throat—not tight, just enough to make her breath catch—and I hold her there.
“You gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart?” I murmur, low and gritty, forehead pressed to hers. “You gonna shake for me?”
She whimpers. She nods.
Then I thrust up into her, taking over, pounding up while she drops down to meet me, both of us fucking rough like we’ve got something to prove.
Schlk-schlk-schlk—wet, savage, obscene. Her pussy splattering down over the condom, every thrust louder than the last.
Her moans break, start to crack. “D-Des—I’m—oh, I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” I growl, hand flat between her shoulder blades, forcing her down so I can fuck up into her, holding her in place while she starts to shatter.
And when she does?
It’s chaos.
Her whole body seizes, pussy squeezing like it’s trying to milk me dry, that sound she makes—high and beautiful. “Ahnnnghh—fuck—” Her head drops to my shoulder, shaking so hard I have to grip her tight to keep her from falling apart.
And me?
I was still hard as a rock. Still buried deep. Still watching us in the mirror, the flushed shine of her body draped over mine, the smear of her arousal down my shaft every time she lifted and slid back down.
“You done?” I murmured against her ear, kissing the shell of it. “Or you want more?”
She shuddered. Then moved.
Oh, she moved. Slow at first—grinding instead of bouncing now, rubbing herself on me like she was hungry for round two. Her breath hitched against my neck.
“More,” she whispered.
I grinned, dark and feral. “That’s my girl.”
I stood up with her still wrapped around me, her legs locked around my waist, arms around my neck. Carried her to the wall and slammed her back against it, held her up with one arm under her ass and the other gripping her throat, just tight enough to make her breath catch and her eyes go wide.
“You like it when I get rough, don’t you?” I rasped.
She nodded, lips parted, trying to grind herself on me even while pinned.
“I knew you did.”
I slammed up into her so hard her head thudded softly against the drywall. She cried out—“Ahh—!”—her heat sucking me in like she never wanted to let go.
And I fucked her there—standing, rough, hard, teeth gritted while she took every inch of me with a broken whimper. Her legs trembled, her hands clawing at my shoulders, her breath coming in hitched little gasps every time I bottomed out inside her.
“Look at us,” I snarled, nodding toward the mirror across the room. “Look how pretty you look getting ruined like this.”
Her eyes found the reflection—and her moan broke open.
Because yeah, we looked good.
Me—sweat-slicked, jaw clenched, hair sticking up like I’d been through a war, slamming into her like I wanted to fuck her right through the drywall.
Her—completely fucked out, face flushed, lips kiss-bitten and wet, tits bouncing every time I drove into her, eyes glassy and wide with want.
“I’m close,” she gasped.
I tightened my grip on her ass, gave her one last filthy, punishing thrust. “Then cum on me again. I wanna feel it.”
She screamed—her second orgasm ripping through her like a live wire.
Her pussy clamped down so hard I saw stars.
And I couldn’t hold back after that. Didn’t want to.
Thrust once, twice more—then groaned into her mouth as I came, my whole body jerking with it, cock twitching inside the condom, the aftershocks leaving me trembling in her arms.
We stayed like that—panting, tangled, dripping sweat—her arms still tight around my neck, her body twitching now and then with the aftershocks.
“You good?” I asked against her hair.
She laughed—hoarse, breathless. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I chuckled. Kissed her temple. “That’s a good sign, baby.”
I carried her back to bed. Tucked her in close. Pressed kisses to her shoulders while her breathing slowed.
We didn’t say much after that.
Didn’t need to.
Because I’d never been more sure of a damn thing in my life.
She was mine.
And I was hers.