She grunted, a sexy little sound of protest like she was put on the spot to have to surrender. Sliding her hands up my chest, she clung to me and kissed me back harder.
That’s more like it.
She could try to fight me, to fight this, but neither of us were strong enough to walk away from this. This hot lust that never abated.
“Or is it just that you don’t want to admit it?” I said when we parted for air. I shoved her shorts down, glad she hadn’t bothered with panties.
“I don’t want to want you,” she confessed, tugging her shirt up and over her head.
“But you do.” I unbuttoned my shirt, watching her and too addicted to feeling her to take off my shirt once it hung open. Feeling the burn of her stare on me, slightly intoxicated as she was, turned me on too much to take this slow. Or to be gentle.
She lusted for me as much as I did her. The reluctant yearning in her gaze proved it.
“You want my hands on you.” I cupped her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples as I admired the dusky pink of her sensitive flesh.
She let her head fall back and moaned as I hurried to unzip and shove my pants down.
“You want my mouth on your cunt.” I tossed her onto the bed and leaned down to swipe my tongue over her juicy folds, slick with her arousal.
“No,” she protested weakly as she set her hands on my head, eager to push my mouth back to where she dripped for me.
I wasn’t in a playful mood, though, already tired of giving her all I could. Gripping her hair, I pulled her up and urged her to drop to her knees on the floor.
“You want my dick in your mouth,” I said, keeping my hand on her hair as I lined up my cock to her lips.
She didn’t protest. She was already gawking at me, likely furious at how I commanded her. The second I slid the tip of my erection into her mouth, her lids fluttered. She lowered her gaze as she brought her hands up to my cock, stroking what she couldn’t cram in there. Back and forth, she sucked me off and moaned like she was famished for me.
I let go of her head, putting my hands on her shoulders as I fucked into her tight, hot mouth. “You want to make me come.”
She moaned, not slowing once.
“You want me to shoot my cum down your throat.”
She sped up, as if the idea of swallowing me down turned her on.
Before she could get close enough, just before I’d lose it, I pulled her off me and pushed her to the floor. Following her down as she landed partly on her side, I crawled behind her and held her up.
“You want me to fuck this little cunt until it’s raw.”
She leaned back against me, delirious. I took her hands in mine, wrapping my fingers around her slim wrists as I lined my dick up to pierce into her. With one hard thrust, I pushed all the way in. I dragged my dick over her pussy walls, so slick and tight. I yankedher hands down against her stomach, as if I could use her own arms as a way to brace her in front of me.
On our knees, with my cock lodged deep inside of her, she cried out. Flinging forward, she nearly fell to the carpet. If I didn’t have a hold on her hands, almost hugging her back to my chest, she wouldn’t have stayed up.
“You want me to fuck you, Claire.”
She shook her head. “No. I want?—”
I pulled out as I shoved her forward. Once she was on her hands and knees, I leaned over and drove into her again.
Her sweet moans filled the air.
“You want this,” I told her, gritting my teeth through the pressure to come.
She thrust her ass up toward me, rocking back to get all the friction she could.
Holding on to her hips, I gripped her tightly and fucked her until her thighs shook, until she hung her head and gasped, trying to breathe through her pending orgasm.
“You want this, don’t you?” I roared, needing her to fucking admit it.
