“Yeah?” he breathes.
I’m practically speechless. “Mhm. You always feel so good, Blake. Always.”
Joining my hand at the base of his cock, Blake peers down to watch himself circle my bud. “This tight little pussy. So fucking wet for me. Gonna fuck her again, feel her squeeze around me while your squirt. God, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanked off to the memory of you spraying all over my bed.”
A wildfire of heat rushes through me, searing hot, unstoppable. “Blake.”
“I know,” he hums, the cocky tone of his voice only serving to wind me up higher. “Christ, Calla, I want to feel you mould around me so fucking bad. Gonna carve a space for myself right here.” He dips the tip of himself into my core, feeding me a couple of inches before he pulls back with a grunt.
“Inside Blake.Please.”
“Say it again.”
“Please.” My hips buck, chasing the pressure. “Please, please, please.”
Winding his hands around his back, Blake wraps a hand around each of my ankles, thumbs caressing the bone.
“Lift your skirt to your waist, Calla.”
I do as he asks with a moment’s hesitation.
Blake urges my knees to bend, tucking them practically up to my chest, resting the soles of my feet on the edge of the kitchen counter.
“Don’t fucking move. Alright?”
I bob my head, squeezing my eyes shut tightly at the rush of cool air kissing the warm, wet flesh of my pussy.
“I still don’t have a condom…”
“Don’t care.” I swallow thickly. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I trust you are too. Now, please—”
The rest of my sentence is dragged away, replaced by a gasp as Blake presses forward, filling me in one fell swoop.
“Fu—ckkk,” he groans, resting his cheek against my sweaty temple. “God, Calla…”
Using my hands and feet as leverage, I raise my arse an inch or so from the countertop, pushing my hips forward.
“I can’t wait another second,” I whine, gathering speed to fuck upon Blake. “Harder.”
Grabbing a hold of my upper thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, Blake holds me still as he finds a rough rhythm. His right thumb dips between us to strum at my clit, the soft strands of his hair falling across his eyebrows, tickling the top of my chest as he bends his neck to capture my nipple.
Hanging my head between my shoulder blades, dangerously close to the chipped cupboards, I bite my lower lip until I taste the tang of blood, desperately trying to smother the loud moans that threaten to escape. This isn’t supposed to be happening. The last bloody thing I need is the neighbours reporting the sounds of somebody fucking in the apartment above which has been stood empty for the past three months.
“Watch your fucking head,” Blake spits through gritted teeth, the force of each thrust jolting me. His thumb leaves my clit, flying up to cup the back of my head, protectively.
A rush of warmth bubbles through me at Blake’s care for my well-being… before the rough, tidal wave of ecstasy yanks me back under, blowing my entire consciousness, and train of thought, to smithereens.
“Play with your little clit,” he directs, making my toescurl and my stomach pull tight at his tone. God, I like bossy Blake more than I care to admit to either of us. “Get yourself off, Calla.”
Not needing to be told twice, I slide two fingers above the space he and I are joined, feeling the walls of my pussy clench down as soon as I hit my sweet spot.
“Fuck yeah…”Blake grunts. “I can’t get enough of this perfect tight, little pussy squeezing me, milking my cock. You’re making me lose my mind, Calla”
I tightly grip Blake’s corded forearm with my other hand, nails piercing into his flesh as the balloon of pleasure in my stomach expands. The exquisite pressure steals the air from my lungs and the words from my tongue, leaving me a panting mess, tears collecting in the corners of my eyes.
“Blake,” I hear myself babble, scrabbling to pull him ever closer. “I’m close, I’m gonna—”
His large palm just manages to seal over my mouth, muffling my scream. Splashes of warmth gush between us, coating my inner thighs, before Blake surges forward, grinding himself against me.
