“But what if I tell you I want that again?”
I chuckled. “I’d ask you if you’re sure about that.”
“And what if I tell you I want it as hard and as fast and as deep as you’re willing to give it?”
I rolled the rubber over me. I reached for her waist, easily flipping her around, and I positioned her onto her hands and knees. “I’d tell you, I’m going to give you a sample, just to makesure you know exactly what it is you’re asking for.” My fingers returned to her pussy. “I was worried you had gone dry. That’s not the case with you, huh?”
“That’s your fault.” She bit her lip as she watched me from over her shoulder. “This is what you’re doing to me.”
God, she was something else.
Perfect in ways I didn’t want to process, not when I could only have her for one night.
So, instead of concentrating on what I couldn’t have, I focused on what I could have, and I held the base of my cock, aiming the tip. Within a few small pumps, my crown was in.
I hissed out an exhale and added, “Sky,” to the end.
“Yesss. I know, it’s … unbelievable.”
I could feel her heat, even through the latex. Her snugness. The way her pussy was holding me in and not wanting to let me go.
“You’re going to be hard to say goodbye to,” I admitted.
“Then do me a favor. Make sure I don’t forget you.”
With a demand like that, I reared back to the very last bit of me, and I thrust forward, completely burying myself in her cunt. “Goddamn it.” My head fell back, my hands gripped her hips, and I did it again to make sure what I’d felt the first time was real. Because nothing, not even a fucking dream, could feel this good.
Her nails found the side of my thigh and stabbed into my muscle. “Whatever you do, do not stop.”
I gave her exactly what she’d begged for, rocking into her pussy with an amount of power she’d proven she could handle. She hadn’t asked for kindness, and my movements weren’t that at all. But with each jerk, I made sure she felt pressure at every angle, twisting while I was fully inside her, pulling out just enough to make her shout for more.
“Yeah!” she yelled. “Harder!” And when I gave her that, I earned myself a, “Oh! My! God!”
Her fucking screams made me want to come, the need worsening each time I slammed into her, her pussy squeezing me, drawing my orgasm that much closer.
“I could do this all night, but you’re making that really tough.”
“How’s that?” Her eyes met mine again as she looked at me from around her shoulder.
“Your cunt is really making me want to come.”
But I couldn’t let that happen. Not without touching more of her.
“Ah!” she shouted as I pulled out. “Damn you.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’re getting more.”
“Whether you give it to me or I take it, I’m definitely getting more.”
“Take it?” Fuck, that was hot. “Is that what you want?”
She nodded.
“Then it’s all yours.” I got on top of the bed, sitting toward the center, stretching out my legs, bending just the smallest amount to wedge my heels into the mattress. “Climb on. Come get it.” With nothing behind me to hold my weight, my arms went back, my hands pushing against the bed.
She straddled my waist, putting her pussy over my hard-on, gradually bobbing down until she reached the end. “This angle”—she bucked her hips—“is everything.”
So was this view. The way her hair fell into her face as she rose toward my crown and bowed back. The way her body arched to take more. How her tits bounced with each dunk, taunting me, fucking driving me wild. The silhouette of her body as beautiful as everything inside it.
