Her hands grip the sheets, her face buried in them as she moans. I grab her ass and thrust deeper, her cheeks moving with every drive of my hips. I slam into her harder. The sound of her skin against mine echoes in my ears. My hands slide to her narrow waist, holding her in place as I move faster, her inner walls stretching around every push I make.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, biting into her knuckles.
I lean over her, my hand gliding to her throat, holding her still, stealing her breath. My other hand slides to the back of her head,tangling in her hair, tilting her face up. The bandana covers her eyes. She can’t see, but I make her feel it’s me behind every single thrust.
I shove two fingers into her mouth. She bites down, and I thrust harder, pulling her hair back toward me. Her broken moans fill the room.
I watch her unravel beneath me, begging for every drive of my body.
I pull my fingers from her mouth and tighten my hand around her throat instead. She claws at my wrist, gasping, her other hand braced against the bed, fingers twisted in the sheets.
“Please,” she taps my hand. “Harder.”
I lift my brow and pull her head back, forcing her spine to arch. Her body opens for me, and I keep my pace relentless, as if I were punishing her with every deep thrust.
I move my mouth from her throat, down her back, to her hips, then her thighs. I push her leg further onto the bed until she almost collapses, then drag her back up.
I feel her tighten around me. I shove her onto the mattress, leaning over her as I spin her to face me. I adjust the bandana, grab her chin, and crush my mouth to hers, my knee forcing her legs apart.
“Tell me who you are,” she whispers, like she already knows.
I don’t answer. I drive my tongue into her mouth at the same time I shove myself back inside her, leaning over her, thrusting deep as my tongue moves against hers.
Her hands press to my chest. I grab them and pin them above her head. I bite her lower lip, pull it between my teeth, and suck it before letting go. I trail kisses to her chin, her throat, and down to her bare breast.
I hold her hands pinned with one of mine while the other grabs her full breast, squeezing until her nipple hardens. I circle it withmy tongue, teasing it even more, then pull it between my teeth before I suck it in.
Her legs lock around my hips as I move faster inside her, driving deep into her body.
“Fuck,” she moans, arching her back, chasing every movement I make. “Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Just don’t stop.”
I move harder, filling her with every thrust until every inch of me is buried inside her, until she can’t take any more.
I feel her tighten around me, my skin slamming against her clit faster now as she breaks into a string of breathless moans.
I feel my cock throb inside her, every vein dragging along her inner walls. I feel it, and she feels it too because she won’t let me pull away.
Before I can think better of it, I drag myself out, my pulse hitting her stomach, leaving trails of my cum across her skin.
I straighten, then slide my hand down between her legs. I push two fingers inside her, lean back over her, and hook her closer. My fingers move in and out, my palm grinding against her clit, making her part her lips and cry out.
“Fuck, fuck,” she curses under her breath. “Fuck.”
Her thighs start to shake. Every move I make makes her legs twitch. I won’t stop. I take my time with it, watching her as she comes apart beneath me.
When you have nothing left to lose, you keep going with no regrets. And I would never regret her.
Her breathing breaks into sharp little gasps as I drive my fingers faster. When she tries to close her legs, lifting away because her body can’t take the aftershocks, I pull my hand back and slap her clit once, then again, then once more, leaving her even more sensitive as she moves away from me.
“Fuck,” she moans, pressing her hand down.
I step back and straighten, standing at the edge of the bed. I crouch down and pull my jeans up. I turn away.
She pulls the bandana off. I drag my hood up, lifting my shirt to my nose so she can’t see me.
“Stay,” she whispers, reaching for a few tissues from the nightstand to clean herself.
Something stops me.
