I come so hard and for so long I lose myself.
In her.
With a loud groan I drop my head into the valley between her breasts and close my eyes. I’ve never come so violently, and especially not outside of a cunt. Already I’m thinking about what that would’ve been like if it’d been inside her.
If I didn’t need a few minutes to recover, I’d probably already know.
Her heart is still racing by the time I lift my head and I swear the pulsing in her neck increases when my gaze locks onto hers.
“Well, I don’t know about you,” I say with a lazy smile, “but I think we’re starting this engagement off the right way. I feel half in love with you already.”
Her face floods with color in a way that I find endearing. Carina lies here with her clothes half on and my cum on her stomach, but still gets embarrassed over something as simple as a joke.
Her lips thin. “Yeah? Well, fuck y—”
I pinch her clit and she cries out. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say, my tone full of playful censure but very real danger. “I’ve heard those words from you already and the next time you say them to me, I’ll expect you to follow through.”
Carina’s dainty nostrils flare, the only expulsion of her anger. I know she wants to say so much more to me, but if she does, it better not be some shit she has no intention of doing. It’s one thing to deny the truth because she thinks it makes her vulnerable, but it’s another for her to make empty threats.
“This cannot happen again.” She gesticulates between us with a small, vicious swipe of her hand and it showcases her barely contained anger. “Ever.”
I bring my face close to hers and she tries to retreat even though there’s no escaping me. “Oh, it’s definitely happening again. You can bet your fucking ass on that.” I pause for a moment. “Actually, I’d love to break in that tiny hole, so yes, let’s put that on the table. Or on the counter. Whatever’s your preference.”
She shakes her head fervently and I have to swallow my laugh. Carina makes this too easy. Unfortunately for her, I’m turned on by her battle of wills. That blonde from earlier, whose name still escapes me, was too passive, too easy. She’s as beautiful as Carina, but there’s something about the woman underneath me that heats my blood in a way I don’t usually experience. I’ll think about that later on.
Right now Carina and I need to talk.
Then after, we need to fuck.
I take the hem of her dress that’s gathered around her stomach and wipe the area clean. Her gaze never leaves me and I wonder what she’s thinking. I would ask, but she’d probably lie. A-fucking-gain. Besides, I need more information from Carina before I shove my cock in her.
The very thought of fucking that tight cunt…
I inhale deep to regain my focus and once it’s back where it belongs, I relax. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable. I like the way my cum looks on you, but the bloodstains kind of dampen my mood.” She gapes at me and I continue regardless. “Now if they were some of yours or mine, then that’s different.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I bare my teeth at her in a feral grin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I sit up and then offer her my hand. Carina declines my assistance with a cool side-eyed glance. She’s definitely an ice princess.
Yet, she warmed up and melted just fine when I stroked that pretty cunt of hers.
Fucking hell. I need to concentrate.
I get up and motion her to come with me. Normally, I wouldn’t wait for her to follow, but I’m not completely convinced she won’t try to bolt. Understandable but foolish.
“If you try to leave,” I say, inserting warning into my tone, “I’ll come after you, but know that when I catch you, because I will, I’m going to spank that ass of yours until it burns and then you’ll wish I’d fucked it instead. Cool?”
She gulps. It takes her a few seconds, probably because of shock, but Carina eventually gets to her feet and trails softly behind me. I lead us to my bedroom and into my closet, where I select a t-shirt for her.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any women’s undergarments,” I say. “If I did, I’d offer them because yours are soaked. Oh and slightly ripped as well.” Her flaming cheeks are so rewarding. “Is there anything else I can get you? I don’t want to be accused of being a bad host, you know.”
“A little privacy would be nice.” Carina practically spits out the words, reminding me of a feline’s hiss. My little pussy is livid. It’s a good look on her.
I hold up a finger, ticking off an item. “I extended you an invitation into my home.” I lift another finger. “Offered you a drink.” I hold up three fingers, the same ones I used to fuck her cunt. “And I gave you two amazing orgasms. Yes, I think I’ve done what would be considered polite.”
Now my little pussy has unsheathed her claws. I can see it in the way her mouth twisted with my every word.
“I thank you for your sublime hospitality,” she says, her voice pure acid.
