I slammed into her.
No warning, just one hard thrust, burying half my length in one go. We both groaned loud. Fuck, she was soaked, her walls sucking me in, hot around my cock. The stretch was perfect, her pussy gripping every inch, pulsing with leftover spasms. I could feel her wetness squelching around me, the sound wet and obscene as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her clit.
I pulled back slowly, watching my cock drag out, coated in her cream. Then I thrust in again, harder, hips snapping forward until my pelvis hit her ass with a smack.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunted, starting to move. “So fucking perfect, baby. This pussy’s mine.”
I set a brutal pace right away, my hips slamming against her ass over and over, the impact making her cheeks jiggle, skin turning pink from the slaps. The room filled with the noise, wet smacks of my cock plunging into her pussy, skin on skin echoing off the walls, mixed with her moans turning into cries and my own groans punching out with each thrust. I could see it all from where I was: my thick cock disappearing into her pink hole, stretching her wide, pulling out shiny and slick before driving back in, making my head spin.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” I said, gripping her hips harder, nails digging in enough to leave marks. I yanked her back to meet me, our bodies colliding rough, forcing her to take every inch deeper. “Such a good girl. Taking my cock so fucking deep. Look at you, ass up, pussy swallowing me whole.”
She whimpered into the pillow, the sound vibrating through her body, her hands fisting the sheets tight, knuckles white. I felt her pussy clench around me. She was close again, I could tell by her breaths coming in pants, body rocking forward with the force of me, then pushing back for more. Sweat beaded on her back, trickling down the curve of her spine, pooling where her ass met her thighs. My own skin was slick, the burn building in my thighs from the effort.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, one hand sliding up her back to press between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. “Rub your clit for me. Show me how you make that pussy come.”
Her hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing against my balls first, then finding her clit. I felt the graze of her fingertips against where we were joined, the added pressure making her inner walls squeeze my cock harder. She started rubbing, circles fast and desperate, her moans getting louder and unrestrained now. The extra friction on her clit made her pussy tighten like a vice, milking me.
“That’s it,” I growled, fucking her harder, hips blurring with the speed. “Make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel that pussy squeeze me, baby. Come all over my dick. Fuck, you’re so good.”
I chased my own release too, the pressure building low at the base of my spine, balls drawing up tight, cock swelling even thicker inside her. Each thrust dragged along her walls, the heatand grip pushing me closer. Her moans turned frantic, body shaking under me, ass pushing back to meet every slam.
“Knox!” Lina screamed, voice breaking, and then she was coming hard. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, walls rippling around my cock.
I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, slamming into her one last time, grinding deep as I exploded. My cock throbbed hard, pulsing shot after shot of cum inside her, filling her up. The pleasure ripped through me, waves crashing from my balls up my spine, making my vision blur, muscles locking.
I collapsed forward, catching my weight on my hands planted on either side of her, arms shaking. We stayed locked like that, my cock softening inside her, cum starting to leak out around it, for a long moment. Both of us panting heavy, breaths ragged in the quiet room, bodies trembling with the aftershocks.
Finally, I pulled out carefully. She shivered at the loss, but I gathered her up quickly, arms wrapping around her waist, rolling us onto our sides so she was tucked against my chest. Her skin was hot and sticky against mine.
“Good morning,” she mumbled against my chest, voice sleepy and content, lips brushing my skin.
I laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Good morning indeed, baby.”
We lay there for a few more minutes, tangled together, neither of us wanting to move. But eventually nature called and I reluctantly disentangled myself.
“Shower?” I offered.
She smiled. “Only if you join me.”
As if I could say no to that.
The shower started as practical and quickly turned into anything but. I couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t stop running my hands over her wet skin, couldn’t stop pressing kisses to her shoulders, her neck, her lips. She was here, warm and alive in my arms.
“I love you,” I murmured against her mouth.
She smiled. “I know.”
“I love you,” I said again, because I needed her to hear it. Because I was terrified she would forget. Because I wanted to burn the words into her memory so deep that even amnesia couldn’t erase them.
“You said that already,” she teased.
“And I’ll keep saying it. Every ten minutes for the rest of our lives.”
“That might get annoying.”
“You’ll learn to live with it.”
