“Good,” I say, wrapping one of my hands around the column of her throat and pushing my hips forward. Her pussy tightens around the head of my dick and the silver stud that adorns it as I stretch her slowly. The sensation is maddening. “Is this what you want, Claire? Want my hand around your throat and my cock between your thighs?”
“Fuck…yes,” she says, our breaths becoming heavy as I continue to push forward, tilting my hips so that the smooth balls of my piercing hit her most sensitive spot just right.
Her head lolls back, and the look on her face is euphoric. Pupils blown and cheeks flushed. Her onyx hair cascading down her back.
“Fuck.”
Thrust.
“Look.”
Thrust.
“At.”
Thrust.
“You.”
My grip tightens ever so slightly around her neck.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“You like that?”
“God, yes.”
Pulling out slightly, I ram my hips forward, and she yells out my name. Again and again, we continue to move against each other, one of my hands firmly on her hip and the other still gripping the column of her throat.
“That’s it;use me, Sugar. Take everything you need.”
Her heel digs into me as she tugs me closer, taking me deeper. “Fuck,” she breathes out. We continue to move in tandem. Her chest rises and falls as her eyes find where we connect, and she watches as I fuck her.
“Let go,” I say. “I want to feel you choke my cock.” I pull her into me, rotating my hips again to get the perfect angle. Yelling out my name, her pussy tightens around my dick as she falls, and I unload into the condom.
We pause for a moment, catching our breaths.My hand moves from her neck and pushes a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. Her throat bobs up and down as our eyes meet.
Neither of us speaks for a long moment, lost in each other’s stare. Leaning down, I try to kiss her, but she moves before I can, and disappointment settles into my chest.
“Well, that was hot,” she says, nonchalantly, removing her leg from my shoulder and popping off the counter. I watch as she moves toward her bathroom, swiping my dress shirt from the floor. She pulls it on as she walks, untucking her black waves from below the collar so they fall down her back.
“That’s mine,” I say.
The bathroom door shuts in response, and I’m reminded that I’m leaving tomorrow, officially ending our arrangement. I throw the condom into the trash and move around the small studio apartment, looking for the rest of my clothes.
Pulling on my pants, I look up to find her walking back towards me. The top few buttons of my shirt remain unbuttoned, and it completely swallows her tiny frame.
“For someone who claims not to like me most days, you sure like stealing my clothes,” I say, chuckling.
“Don’t be so dramatic.” She laughs. Walking over to her dresser, she digs in her drawer until she pulls out my old, worn New York Crowns T-shirt and tosses it in my direction.
“I’m leaving tomorrow. You sure you want the button down over the comfy sleep shirt. You can only keep one. I need something to wear in Texas.”
She inhales and exhales an annoyed breath, beginning to unbutton the shirt.
“You know, if you wanted to see my tits one more time, you could’ve just asked.” She smirks, slowly pulling it from her shoulders, revealing her bare body and tossing it at my head. “Give me the T-shirt.”
“Ask nicely.” The corner of my mouth tips upward.
