She shudders, a soft whimper escaping as her pussy pulses around my cock.
I can tell she's close, but I'm not done drawing this out.
I want her wrecked.
Begging without words for more.
I pull out suddenly, ignoring her involuntary whine at the emptiness, and spin her around. Her hands brace on the dresser, and her beautiful ass is presented to me like an offering.
I kick her legs wider, gripping her hips as I line up and thrust back in from behind. The new angle allows me to go deeper, and my cock hits the back of her pussy with precision, brushing the spot that makes her knees buckle.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” I rasp, one hand fisting her hair to pull her head back gently, arching her spine.
I lean over her, my chest to her back, as I pound steadily into her. My free hand snakes around to her front, pinching her clit between my fingers before rubbing faster.
She pushes back against me, meeting every thrust, her ass cheeks jiggling from the impact against my pelvis.
I release her hair and trail my hand down her side, squeezing her hip before delivering a sharp smack to her ass. The flesh reddens under my palm, and she gasps, her pussy clenching in response—tight, hot, and perfect.
I smack her again, lighter this time, watching the way her body jolts and her walls flutter.
She's not protesting; she's leaning into it, her breath coming in short pants as I fuck her harder.
My balls tighten, slapping against her with wet smacks, the pressure building low in my spine. But still I hold off, wanting to push her over first. I reach around again, two fingers finding her clit and stroking in time with my thrusts.
Her body tenses, her muscles tense, and then she breaks for me. Her pussy convulses wildly around my cock, milking me as she comes silently, head dropping forward with her shoulders shaking.
I don't stop, riding her through it, my hips snapping forward again and again. Her orgasm drags on, the waves of it pulling me deeper, and only when she starts to slump do I ease up, pulling out and turning her to face me. Her eyes are glazed, her lips are parted, and her cheeks are flushed. I lift her onto the dresser properly this time, spreading her legs wide as I step between them.
My cock slides back into her easily, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Our foreheads touch as I start thrusting again, deeper, grinding against her oversensitive clit.
She kisses me, softly at first, then fiercer, her tongue tangling with mine as her body recovers and heats up again.
I can feel her building toward another peak, and her nails scrape my shoulders, leaving faint marks. I break the kiss to trail down her neck, sucking bruises into her skin. Marks that say she's mine and no five-year deal changes that.
My hands roam her body, one cupping her ass to hold her steady as she arches into me, coaxing me to lose it because she’s taking me like she was born to do.
She's so wet and tight that every thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me. I hook her legs over my elbows, opening her wider, and allowing me to drive in at a steeper angle.
Her pussy grips me like a fist, and I groan, burying my face in her neck.
“Gonna buy you a whole damn country for taking my cock so well,” I murmur, the words rough against her skin.
She doesn't respond verbally, but her body does, clenching harder while her hips tilt to take me deeper.
And that’s when I lose the battle.
I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, my hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts. Pulse after pulse, I empty myself into her, feeling her milk every drop as we tremble together.
We stay locked like that because I can’t breathe, and I don’t think she can, either. I kiss her temple, then her lips.
She's limp in my arms, but her fingers trace lazy circles on my back, a quiet acceptance of what this is going to be.
This is just the start. I’ll make her see it and feel it every day.
Not five years.
Forever.
