"Assuming you know how to use that thing, yeah." Her hair was a god-awful mess and I kinda loved it. Wanted to pull it just to see if she'd scream. Wanted to scoop it all up and hold it back while she swallowed my cock. I wanted everything, which seemed like a terrible idea. "I still hate you."
"Trust me, I know." I settled between her thighs. She was so pale next to me that I had to press a hand to her leg just to admire the difference. She was raw silk to my sunbaked leather. "You're the fucking worst."
She reached for me as I notched myself at her opening, ran her hand down my chest and slipped her fingers through the dark trail there. I almost died from that whispered exploration. I was prepared for her to rip my hair out and keep it as a trophy but I wasn't prepared for her to be gentle. "You should know this is completely insane. You're not allowed to look like this."
"Why not?"
I didn't have it in me to take it any slower even though slow was the only way to go for several reasons. First, I intended to work my ass off at getting her there twice because I didn't walk away from challenges. Second, and most importantly, this had to blow her mind. She could holler at me about staples and whatever the fuck else she wanted but she wasn't going to holler at me about lasting for two minutes and passing out on top of her, even if her pussy was forged from demon magic.
We groaned together as I pushed inside her. There was nothing better, not a goddamn thing better than that first clasp. I dropped a hand beside her shoulder, settled the other on her hip. I leaned down, brushed a kiss over her lips once I was fully seated between her thighs. "Why not?" I repeated.
She shifted beneath me, brought her knees up to my waist as she linked her arms around my neck. I didn't think I could get any deeper but her pussy proved me wrong. "Because you're supposed to be hideous under your clothes, not some slab of carved freaking granite. And you're tan and golden everywhere. It's obnoxious. No one with your personality should be this hot and endowed. Shouldn't be allowed."
My hips started rolling, bucking against her, and it took me a few seconds but I quickly realized we fit each other in thebestways. Sara was petite but she had these wide, gorgeous hips that held me tight and close. She was soft like I couldn't believe, like she was made for all the hard I had to give. Her waist was nipped just enough for my hands to span the distance between the flare of her hips and the underside of her breasts. Her tits filled the cup of my palm. And her cunt…well, that would be the end of me. "Fuck,you'renot allowed to feel like this. Jesus, why? Why can't you be cold and toothy?"
"Toothy?"
She arched back, her chin pointed at the ceiling, lips parted. I wanted to lick her neck and I didn't even know what that was about. Nothing made sense anymore. All that existed was the rock of her body against mine and the hot, dizzy gathering of sensation down my spine. It started at the place where her fingers pressed into the nape of my neck and ended where I pressed into her. That was it. That was everything.
"Yeah, you seem like the kind of woman who'd own a pussy that would just bite a dick clear off," I said. She pushed a hand through my hair. My eyes rolled back in my head. I felt that hand everywhere. "Apparently, you're not the hunter I'd expected."
"I can be a hunter. Let me give it a try." She clenched around me, her muscles kicking and fluttering and sucking the marrow right out of me. I made a slurring attempt at speech and then hid that disaster with an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. I could live in this spot forever. "Is that the kind of hunting you had in mind?"
"You're wicked," I growled.
"You're an asshole."
"So you've said." I ducked away from her neck as I grabbed her waist with both hands. It took a lot of concentration to fuck her and fight her at the same time but I also wanted to keep every ounce of it, every minute. I wanted to shove these insults into my pockets and swallow up every little touch and groan she gave me. "I think you like it."
She twisted her fingers around my hair and pulled as she'd promised. I leaned into her hand, wanting more of that glorious torment. I'd die from it if she let me. "I don't like anything about you."
I pulled all the way back, my cock barely brushing her folds. "Nothing?"
She hooked a leg around my waist, urged me closer. "Whose insecurities require tending now?"
I didn't respond, instead turning my attention to her nipples while I worked her over my cock. There was something magical in that combination from the way her lips parted and her eyes glazed over, and I rode it all the way through the quietest screech I'd ever heard from her. I'd expected a loud thrash, maybe some scratching. I got none of it. Just an exquisite little sigh and a full-body shudder that tested the limits of my control.
"Oh, wow," she whispered, blinking up at me with a startled smile. "That—"
"Nope. Not happening." I pulled out, shifted to the side, and flipped her on her belly. "Here's what we're doing now. Come here. Scoot back unless you want me dragging you and you know I will. Give me that ass. That's my dick hunter, right here,good girl." I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades as I stationed myself at her entrance. She was still throbbing and wet like a waterfall. "I really don't want to like your pussy as much as I do but it's made out of demonic magic so I'm helpless here."
Instead of waiting for Sara to respond, I took hold of her hips and thrust inside her. Heat spiraled through me and all the bickering and bullshit between us took a back seat to instinct. There was nothing left but two bodies that fit together in intolerably good ways, and these bodies knew exactly what to do to each other, even when we could barely function beyond our mutual hostility.
I had to be honest, things took a wild turn at that point. More wild than all the previous turns in this square dance. The pillows—and there were a number of them—went flying. I grabbed her hair, gave it a rough twist. The blankets were fully fucked. Something fell off her bureau and landed with a clatter. I ran my knuckles down the seam of her ass, did it harder when she cried and bucked against me. Then I said some mortifying things about how she made me feel. She said some equally mortifying things about my cock.
I didn't even know how I'd lasted this long but the shiver-pulse low in my belly said I didn't have much longer.
"Be a good girl and give it to me now," I barked. "Your pussy can buy and sell my soul for all I care but you won't be able to get rid of me until you come on my cock one more time."
"Ican't," she yelled into the blankets.
"This is not the time for your insecurities to pay us a visit," I said. "You can and you will. I can feel it. Stop trying to be right all the time and let it happen. Let go."
That was probably the sex equivalent of telling someone to calm down but I didn't care. I didn't have time to care and I just didn't want to. I wanted her to do as I fucking said the first time and let me give her what she wanted, but since that wasn't an option, I pressed hard below her belly button. It was enough pressure to make all of thismuch moreintense which she confirmed by screaming "I hate you" into the mattress.
She could hate me all she wanted because I was very busy keeping myself on the right side of consciousness. So busy that I nearly missed the first flutters and shudders of her body joining the two-timers club.
"There it is," I growled. "That's a good girl for me."
