“C?”
“Hmm?” I say, pushing a couple of fingers into her slick pussy. Her heat pulses around my fingers, and she arches her back. “Get on your hands and knees,” I say, withdrawing my hand.
“Should we—?”
“Yeah, we should,” I say, cutting her off. Whatever else we need to figure out will come later.
She assumes the position.
“Raise that gorgeous ass high,” I say, moving behind her.
She looks over her shoulder as she arches her back. I drag my fingers over her ass, leaving faint marks. She shudders. She likes the danger; that’s obvious by the way her knees ease apart.
“Put your forehead on the mattress, baby.” I open her with my thumbs, looking at the pretty pussy that I own now. She’s wet and sweet there, and if my dick weren’t already so hard, I’d have her for breakfast first.
I drive my cock deep, showing her how I’m going to take her.
Her chest sinks against the mattress, and I feel her falling under my spell.
“That’s it,” I say. “Sometimes you’ll be my goddess. Other times, my slave.”
* * *
Zoe
My pussy shouldn’t contract and get so wet when he talks to me like this, but it does. The rough side of him is emerging, and, God help me, I want more.
Strong fingers grip my hips and drag my pelvis up, bringing my knees almost off the bed. He thrusts hard, and the head of his thick cock bangs against my cervix in some primal form of knocking.I have something for you. You want it, his body says.Yes, mine replies.
I moan, waves of longing rolling through me.
His thumb rims my ring and pushes in. Why does something so dirty feel so erotic? I start to move forward, but his left hand tightens on my hip and prevents it. His thumb sinks deeper.
I exhale, then suck in another ragged breath. I can’t keep myself from responding. I push back against him.
“Mmm. Good girl,” he says. His hand snakes around to tease my clit, and my desperate need to come gets more intense. No guy has ever made me feel anything close to what I’m feeling now. My body aches with need. I love the feel of his strong body, taking what he wants.
“More,” I beg.
He pushes me over onto my side, so he’s entering me from an angle, palm grinding against my clit.
I throw my head back and wail as the orgasm rips through me, drenching him.
“Yeah, squeeze me hard,” he groans. “Fuck.” Then he comes too, his muscles bunching like he’s about to fight.
He looks down at me and a slow smile curves his lips. “Not as innocent as I thought.”
My eyes widen.
He lowers himself and then his mouth is against mine. He does this the way he does everything else, taking the kiss like he owns it.
I’m breathless, and I like it. But I know it can’t last.
* * *
Connor
I don’t want to have to chain her to the bed while I shower, so I bring her with me. We wash each other’s backs. And each other’s fronts.
