“Whatever. Get up and take them off so I can put this in you.” I fist myself as she hurries to disrobe, settling back over my lap with her dripping cunt poised right at my tip.
“Go slow,” she says, placing her hand over mine to help guide it in.
“You can handle it, baby.”
She scoffs. “I know, Boy Scout. I just don’t want you coming as soon as you’re in me.”
“The faster I come,” I growl, raising up to suck at her collarbone, “the faster I can fill you up, then flip you over and do it again. And again. I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time, temptress, so I’ve got stamina to spare.”
“Oh.” Pink crawls up her chest, ripening her nipples.
I move my hands and let her take over the direction—for a moment at least. She guides my tip in as I wrap my arms around her, and with one firm tug, I’m seated all the way, so deep and snug that I black out for a moment while she drones a low, hedonistic whimper.
“Fuck,” she gasps, clawing at my skin, likely leaving marks. “That was not slow.”
“You don’t want slow,” I mutter against her ear. “You want hard and fast. You want a harsh, brutal claiming and nothing less.”
Her hips twitch, and she pushes me back, keeping her hands on my chest. “Claiming—like this?”
She lifts up, nearly removing me from her, and then slams all the way back down. Arousal surges into my throat, strangling me.
With a quiet huff, she leans forward, looming over me as she braces her hands on the headboard. I lift my chin, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking as she begins grinding and undulating on top of me. Her inner muscles are so tight, so warm, that I’m having trouble concentrating on not blowing, especially with her tits hanging in my face.
I take them both in my hands, kneading and nibbling the swollen, heavy flesh. She rocks up and down, back and forth, using the bed as leverage to really drive her movements.
My toes curl. I abandon her tits, my arms instinctively wrapping around her, pulling her so our chests are flush. She squeals as she loses her grip, tumbling into my embrace. My hips take over, my cock driving into her over and over and over from below.
Holding her waist, I anchor her in place as my thrusts grow punishing, the sound of our slick, heated flesh smacking together so loud that it’d be distracting if everything didn’t feel so fucking good.
“Oh God,” she moans into my shoulder, biting so hard I can feel my skin break. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Wasn’t planning to,” I grit out, using the momentum from her own grunts and groans to fuel my actions.
Her ass slams into the tops of my thighs, and her cunt feels so delightful—like it’s getting more snug by the second. Each brutal stroke of my cock inside her brings her closer to the edge, and that knowledge has me spiraling quickly.
“That’s it,” she whimpers, sucking on the skin she just bit through. “That’s so good, please keep going… I want to come on your cock. Mark you as mine… Oh, faster,yes…that’s perfect…fuck, Sutton.”
Sweat breaks out along my hairline, pouring into one of my eyes. “Shit, Elle, I’m?—”
I’m running out of steam is the problem. Stamina is no match for the girl you’ve been dreaming about the last three months.
“Give it to me. I want it so bad.” She makes a strained sound, breathless, and drags her lips down my neck, alternating between kissing and biting.
It sends release barreling up my spine, stretching out past my limbs like overgrown moss on the forest floor. It covers everything, blotting out the sun, until all I can see, think, and feel is her.
My head tips back as I pull her flush against me once, twice, and a third final time, my climax shooting through me so fast that there’s hardly any time to process more than a blinding white light.
I groan, feeling myself spill and spill and spill, afraid I might never fucking stop.
She locks up, her cunt pulsing around me as her second orgasm seems to hit, milking me dry.
“Good boy,” she says, collapsing on top of me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
My hands fall to my sides, limp, as I return to earth. “Woof” is all I can manage.
Her laughter makes our bodies shake.
We lie like that for a while—so long that we start to drift off to sleep, with my arms wrapped tight around her waist and her face buried in my neck.
