“O-kay,” I manage.
“But I want to be clear. This is just sex. Will you be able to handle that?”
I think about it. Can I separate those weird, clingy feelings I got towards the end of last weekend?You better, bitch, my vagina screams at me,we need his dick, now. After the fucking dinner from hell, or heaven, depending on how you look at it, I fully expected there to be a puddle on my chair after I stood up. Some rational piece of my brain screams at an equal volume,you will really regret this. I look at him standing in my doorway, just past the door on its hinges, his chest heaving, the contours of his body visible under the thin material of his t-shirt. My vagina drop kicks my brain after we look at his dick again, in the same way he drop kicked my door.
“Fine,” I tell him. “We do this until we get it out of our systems, until one of us is over it and wants to end it, or until one of us finds something else.”
His nostrils flare. “Fine.”
Protect yourself, the fading remnants of my brain gasp faintly, before succumbing to its wounds. “And we keep going with the lessons. Teach me how to fuck like an animal.”
His grin becomes predatory, then, something sharp and mean and delighted. “Fine.”
Yesss, my vagina screams triumphantly.
“I know you’re on the pill, Mia,” he says, creeping forward. “I’ve seen it in the bathroom. But are you clean?”
“Y-yes.”
He takes another step forward. “I’m clean, too.”
“O-kay.”
He’s at the foot of my bed. “Does that pussy want to be filled with her brother’s best friend’s come? Is that what you were about to get off to? It’s been a long fucking week, Mia. I can fill you up.”
“Please,” I whisper, never above begging for his dick.
“How wet are you?”
I check, whimpering when I brush my clit. “Soaked.”
“Good. Because I’m about to shove this big dick inside you,” he says, just before climbing over me and slamming his mouth onto mine.
We revert into animals, instinctually, no lessons needed, battling for dominance with our tongues, hands pulling hair so hard it stings, hands kneading my tits so hard it burns. Elias takes a second to rip his mouth away, biting down on my nipple and frantically pulling his pants and boxers down but not off in desperation.
I’m given no warning before he does, indeed, shove his big dick inside me, and I scream into his mouth as he releases a guttural sound from deep in his chest. He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust, instead grinding into me, hard, and my eyes roll back at the feeling of him bare inside me.Finally.
“Fuck, gorgeous, your pussy is so wet. So needy for me,” he says between thrusts, and I’m moaning unabashedly. “So good. You feel so good on my bare cock. It’s unreal,” he says, pulling out all the way. “Look at your cream all over my dick, beautiful. Look how hot that is. This is better than your fucking porn.”
I manage to tilt my head up, see my wetness covering his cock. I shiver. “Wow.”
He flips me so I’m suddenly on all fours. “I’ve been thinking about this view,” he says, running a hand down my spine, pushing my head down on the bed. He slowly winds my ponytail around and around his hand, pulls it all the way back so my back arches obscenely. He makes a strangled noise. “You make me feel like an animal. It’s been a long fucking week,” he says, almost angrily, before pressing into me again, and my toes curl with how full I am. He groans. “I can go so deep this way. Should I teach you how I can fill this pussy with my come?” he asks between strokes.
“Please, please, please,” I beg.
“What do you need, Mia?”
I moan into the pillow on my bed.
He grabs me and lifts so we’re vertical, keeping the same rhythm, a slow and grinding in and out. “Use your words, Gorgeous.”
My brain and my vagina are finally on the same page when they spot the vibrator next to us on the bed. “I want to use my vibrator.”
He chuckles evilly, grabbing it. He turns it on and hands it to me. “Put this on your greedy clit. I’m not coming without you. No one ever comes before you, Mia.”
Fingers shaking, I take it and rest it in just the right spot.
“Holy shit,” he says, feeling me tighten. “Move with me,” he commands, and I rock and gyrate when my ass meets his pelvis, meeting him thrust for thrust. “God,” he grunts, “I missed this fucking pussy.”
