He rakes his teeth against my skin.
I stroke him slow, from root to tip. Each time his hips thrust with the motion.
I lower my head to go down on him, but he pushes my hands up above my head and straddles me.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say.
“Hmmm, I want my cock in that beautiful pussy,” he says, as he traces his tongue along the length of my neck. “I want you walking funny tomorrow. Want Jonathan to ask you why.”
My body stills under him and our eyes meet. “And what should I tell him?”
“That this is my pussy now,” he says, as he presses the tip of his cock between my thighs.
His knees are on both sides of my body, clamping my thighs closed, so as he’s pushing in, his cock slides against my clit. The sensation is pure unadulterated bliss.
He thrusts deep, burying himself inside me, until his balls press against the front of my legs. I moan in pleasure, and he follows along.
He leans up on his hands and works his hips like a piston, increasing his speed and drive. Each stroke rubs against my clit. Rigorous hard fucking.
I wrap my arms around him, scratching at his back as my pleasure mounts.
Hayes lifts his head to stare into my eyes. He slows his thrusts, grinding his hips each time he drives into me, stimulating that small tight bundle of nerves.
“Come on, Tori, you can give me one more,” he says between each deep push. “Come on my cock again.”
“Don’t stop, Hayes. I’m almost there,” I cry.
“Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well.”
“Oh God, Hayes. I’m so close.”
He slows down more. Grinding harder. “Yeah? You want to come?”
“Please, Hayes. Don’t stop,” I growl.
He rails into me, forcefully. Pumping hard. Fast.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Fill me up, Hayes. Fill me with your cum.” I’m climaxing before I finish the sentence. I cry out his name over and over, and he rides me through my orgasm. His hands fist into the bedsheets and he fucks me harder. I rock back and forth to meet his thrusts, my orgasm still singing through my body.
He grunts out my name and his body goes rigid. I feel his cock pulsating inside me, filling me with slippery warmth.
I’m consumed with pure bliss, too drained to move.
He kisses my neck and slides out of me. My thighs are slick with his cum.
I can get used to this kind of man.
“I should leave soon, get some clothes,” I say. I definitely need to shower.
“Okay,” he mumbles, yawning. “I’m going to try and get a little more sleep.” I don’t know how he’s comfortable in that wet mess, but within seconds his breathing slows, and he’s out cold again.
I slip out of the bed and tiptoe to the window, grabbing a handful of tissues to clean myself. It doesn’t help much—I’m in desperate need of a shower. Somewhere a clock chimes the hour. Six low gongs. I part the heavy curtains and look out across the great back lawn and the tilted rise of the Ferris wheel jutting up through the trees. The sky is a peculiar shade of purple. I’d call it bruised. It has a deep sorrowful look to it, dark, dreadful.
I pull up on the window to let some fresh air in. It reeks of sex in here. A strong, crisp wind rushes in, carrying the scent of pine and the sharpness of fall. I take a deep breath, try to clear my head.
Then, something moves across the open stretch of the lawn. Solid black and very fast.
“Some sort of animal,” I murmur, shutting the window quickly and yanking the curtains closed. But it was too tall and thin to be an animal. Too fast to be human.
