Whatever the case, I’m shocked into stunned, still silence when he shoves my legs open, lines himself up and slams in.
For a handful of seconds, he’s deep, deep inside me, behind me, above me, around me, and I can’t think a single thought that makes sense.
I can only feel. Full, slick, swollen, excited, angry, lost, and then…
Found.
Some part of my brain comes back online as he pulls halfway out and, rather than follow his retreat the way I want, I try to escape again and the way he comes after me then… Like something feral and wild and fully out of control.
It’s the culmination of every hungry eye-fuck, every unsaid word.
This penetration, is harder, tighter. He grunts, the sound right beside my ear and it feels like a thick, angry sort of vengeance. With an irritated snarl, he slides one arm under my top half and another under my belly and he holds me, fucking me hard and close, like something he’s hunted down and caught and can’t risk letting go of lest it slither away.
My arms are pinned to my body and the only thing between my face and severe rug burn is the way he’s gathered me up against his frame, holding me where he wants me while he mounts me from on top.
My tender insides clench around him and he growls into my ear.
I squirm and he tightens his hold, fucking me harder, faster than he ever has and then, because it wouldn’t be sex without a little smutty talk from this man, he pushes his hot face against my neck and says, “I love these fucking tits.”
One hand edges up and palms one, through my shirt and my bra.
I can’t help but whine in response.
“I love this sweet pussy. This whole fucking body. It’s…” A rough, sloppy series of thrusts makes me gasp for air and then, unbidden, from out of nowhere, I’m close to coming again. Not a wide-open orgasm like the last one, but a tight, painful little thing, slippery and secret.
“There it is. There’s my girl. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, do it, come on this cock my sweet, sweet girl. Fuck, I love it when you come. I love it when?—”
We climax together. I hear a low, animal moan and know it’s mine because it scrapes on its way out. He’s pressed deep inside me, I’m curled in on myself, my head turned to the side right where his lips are. His mouth.
I want to taste him, want to feel him kissing me. I want that connection, to look in his eyes while I soar and he fills me up, but at the last minute, he cants his head to the side and down and his mouth lands innocuously in the crook of my neck and my orgasm ekes out one last shudder when his teeth take their place and sink in.
He’s the one who turned away from that kiss.
In the thick of the moment, full of his cock and his seed and an emotion I can’t look at head-on, I would have gladly broken every rule I’ve ever had.
I’d have done it for him.
I don’t know what to make of that.
I don’t know what to do at all anymore.
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Jake
I breathe her in, close my eyes, give myself the gift of this moment. Just her body and mine, together. It’s elemental and right in a way that scares the shit out of me.
Forever. That’s what I want and that’s what pushes me back to reality. To the time and place where she’s using me and I’m using her and we’re on a floor after fucking like animals.
There’s nothing more to this. Nothing at all.
“You’d better not thank me.” Tearing myself away from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, I roll away from her onto a hallway floor that is way too hard for my knees.
“Huh?”
“I mean it. Don’t thank me. I don’t like it.”
“Oh. Okay then.” She sounds lost.
