She pants, “Like my organs have been rearranged. I think I need to ice my vagina.”
I bite back my smile. “Lock that shit down and suck it up, buttercup. We’re not done.”
Her head immediately pops up. “You didn’t come?”
“Not yet. You wanted it hard. It’s about to get harder. Feel free to say mercy,” I challenge in a more playful tone.
Her lips curl in amusement. “Bring it, big boy. I can take it.”
I turn off the water because it’s getting cold and annoying. Walking us out of the shower and not caring about the water on the floor, I set her down and then violently spin her and bend her over my vanity.
I grip a healthy fistful of her hair and snap her head back until our eyes meet in the mirror. When they do, I mouth, “Say mercy.”
She mouths back, “Never.”
At that, I thrust right back into her as she yells out and squeezes her eyes shut. Quickly grabbing her throat with my other hand, I grit out, “Open your eyes when I’m fucking you, sugar tits.”
They pop open right away and again meet mine in the mirror. I’m being so damn harsh and demanding with her, but she’s not scared at all. She’s loving this. I’ve never been this rough with a woman, but this woman is lapping up every second of it. The crazy thing is that I am too.
I’ve now got one hand pulling her hair and the other squeezing her throat, while I savagely move in and out of her body. I don’t know that I’d want this every time I have sex, but she’s awakening something in me I didn’t know I needed. She’s significantly taller and stronger than anyone I’ve ever been with. I love that she can take everything I’m giving and still want more. I’m so big and always afraid of hurting women, but with her, I can unleash my beast without any worries.
There’s nothing gentle about what we’re doing. It’s brutal, hard fucking at its finest.
Her hips slam onto the vanity over and over again. It will undoubtedly leave bruises and other marks on her body, butshe never breaks the pace. She never asks for the mercy I imagine most would.
She reaches her hand under her body and grabs my balls so fucking hard. I think I black out for a second. The unexpected pleasure is indescribable. It takes everything I have not to let go right on the spot and spill my seed inside her.
I get it together enough to give her what she needs again. Looking down at her apple of an ass, I have a sudden need to own it. I release her throat before smacking her ass as hard as I can. It immediately reddens. I look in the mirror for some reaction from her, but I see a damn smile on her face.
With our eyes still meeting, I take two of my fingers and stick them in my mouth before shoving them right up her ass without any preparation. Her eyes roll back in her head.
It doesn’t take long for her to reach another release. This time I go over the edge with her as I come inside a woman for the first time in my life.
TWENTY-THREE
KENNEDY
“How many guys have you slept with?” he surprises me by asking as we lie in his bed during our post-coital bliss.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to. The man fucked me into a near coma. After the bathroom smackdown, we got into bed and did it all over again.
Every inch of me is sore. My throat, shoulders, and breasts are all marked up from his mouth. I’m going to be applying cover-up to my body for weeks when I play ball. That’s if I can walk. But I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. That sex was everything I needed and then some. The mind-blowing chemistry we share is undeniable.
I condescendingly pat his chest. “Just you,” I answer. “The rest didn’t let me sleep.”
He chuckles. “Really. Tell me. I won’t judge.”
“Umm, you will most definitely judge, because it’s a lot, but I don’t know the precise answer. Do you know your body count?” I challenge, knowing there’s no way he has the answer.
He shakes his head. “I have no idea.”
“Right. We’re both whores. Let’s leave it at that.”
He turns his head on his pillow and looks at me. “I prefer to think of us as experts in the field. It sounds better.”
I nod. “Well said. I think you might get smarter after you come.”
“It’s called post-nut clarity,” he informs me. “All men are smarter after they come.”
