Fucking exquisite.
She’s liquid, body pliant and boneless, when I crawl up her body to position myself. Sydney’s eyes are closed, and she’s panting for breath, too lost in the aftermath of her pleasure to notice what I’m doing.
I want her to notice. I need it.
“Look at me,” I demand, as I press the head of my cock against her entrance. When she doesn’t react, I reach up with my other hand and grip her jaw, turning her face toward me. “Look at me, Sydney.”
She listens to me, then. Her eyes open, and her lips part as she stares up at me, expression caught between fear and awe.
“That’s my girl.”
I slide my tip over her, wetting it, and hold her gaze. She makes a helpless little noise in the back of her throat, something between a gasp and whimper, when I pause at her entrance.
“Tell me to stop.” My voice is soft. Almost gentle. “Tell me to stop, love.”
She’s breathing so quickly when she answers. “Don’t stop.Please.”
I took my time with her last night. She was so tight, even dripping wet. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I’m not so nice this morning.
Sydney’s back arches off the bed when I force myself inside her, but I keep her jaw gripped tight in my hand, holding her in place.
“Don’t look away.” My voice is a growl, low and guttural. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
Fuck, I never want to forget this moment. Never want to forget the feeling of her cunt tightening around me, the wide, almost frightened look in her eyes as I pull out to the tip and then slam back inside of her, over and over again.
Her eyes roll back when I hit a certain spot, nails clawing at the bedspread.
“There?” I repeat the motion, dragging my piercing over that spot again, and she pulls at the sheets so hard I think she might tear them. “Right there?”
She has no words to tell me. She’s incoherent, a writhing mess beneath me, drunk on the pleasure I’m giving her.
When she comes again, her whole body shakes from it, convulsing under me. Her gasps turn to a sob, overwhelmed, overstimulated.
“That’s it,” I praise her, fucking her through the last throes of it. “You’re doing so well, such a good slut.” I let go of her jaw and slide my hand down her body, pressing my palm against her stomach. “Give me one more.”
Frantically, Sydney shakes her head against the pillow. She squeezes her eyes shut, and a tear slips out from between the lids, sliding down her cheek.
“You take me so well. You feel that?” I press down harder with my palm, until I can feel my cock moving inside of her. “You feel how well I fit inside you?”
The noises she’s making are the most alluring music I’ve ever heard, pained little gasps, breathless cries as she grips the sheets.
“Give me one more,” I demand.
“I c-can’t!” Sydney moans. Another tear, this time on the other cheek. Her lip quivers.
“Yes, you can. One last one for me.”
Fuck. When she comes this time, she comes so hard I can barely move. Her legs grip me, her pussy shuddering around my cock. I stay buried in her, catching my breath, fighting my own release until she finally relaxes.
She feels so good. I lift her legs, hooking her knees over my shoulders, and she makes the most exquisite noises when I fuck her deep, forcing her to take all of me. But I want more. I need more from her. I reach out for the nightstand and grab her toy, flicking it on.
She cries out when I press it between us, just above her clit.
“One more,” I tell her. I lean closer to her, folding her legs against her chest so I can run my tongue over her cheek, licking up the tears there.
“Y-you said that last time!” Her voice is broken, hoarse from screaming, and pitched high.
