My eyes roll back as his balls slap against my clit, as my inner walls start to close around him.
My heart races. Sharp breaths tear from my mouth in broken sounds.
I feel him thickening inside me, but he doesn’t slow down.
His hand leaves my neck and drops to my waist. His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls me up until I am sitting on him.
“Ride,” he commands against my ear.
He grabs my throat, tilting my head back toward him as I start to move on top of his hard cock. My legs fall on either side of his, my ass bouncing against his skin.
I feel my inner walls scrape along his veins as his tip nearly slips free, but I don’t let it. I sink back down, taking him to the hilt.
I gasp for air as his fingers tighten, his voice low in my ear. “Breathe.”
But I can’t. My eyes roll as I keep riding him. He releases his grip and leans back while I stay upright, moving over him.
I hear him moan behind me. His hands grab my hips, dropping me down harder, then lifting me again until I catch his fast rhythm, until he grows harder inside me.
I drag two fingers over my lips, then down to my clit. My saliva trails over my bouncing breasts as I ride him. I press and draw slow circles, feeling the throb under my fingertips.
I move faster, moaning, “Yes,” as he slams up into me.
I rub harder now, so close I can feel it building. When I sense him trying to pull away, I hold him down, forcing him to stay buried inside me as he comes, filling me.
“Fuck,” he groans behind me, and I keep moving on top of him until my walls clench again, and my thighs start to shake.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I moan, rubbing my clit harder.
He grabs my hair and pulls me back down against him. His cock slips free as his hand finds my slick, pulsing pussy. Before I can touch myself again, he pushes his fingers inside me, keeping the same relentless pace, his palm slapping against my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my eyes rolling as I finally break, my body giving out, sagging forward.
My head drops onto his shoulder, my whole body shaking.
He leans in and whispers against my ear, “Mine,” just before delivering another sharp slap across my clit.
His.
1. Crazy
NINETEEN
RUIN
It’s been two days since he took me from the party. Two days since we ended up here, tucked away from everything else, living inside our own quiet bubble.
I lean against him. He is shirtless, muscles tightening under my touch. One hand rests on my head. The other pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he tips his face toward the ceiling. Lazy smoke coils around him.
My fingers trace the lines of his chest. I bite my lip asChasing Carshums from the radio. I push up to my feet, still worrying my teeth against my mouth, and hold my hand out to him.
“Wanna dance?”
Only if I get to fuck you afterward.He signs, the cigarette hanging between his fingers.
“Wow.” I laugh, squinting at him. “Aren’t you romantic?”
He rolls his eyes, stubs the cigarette into the ashtray, then gets to his feet. A crooked smile tugs at his mouth as he steps closer.
