This is all kinds of wrong but feels so unbelievably right.
I’m shameless in rubbing against him, and his hands pull my arse closer to the edge of the counter, giving me easier access to his hard length where I continue to grind against him.
Desperate for the friction, desperate for the release.
Our breaths come in heated gasps. Our mouths continue to collide. Tongues and teeth crash together.
This whole encounter is messy.
My head is messy.
Everything is messy.
He breaks the kiss and steps out from between my legs, swiftly pulling at the waist band of my shorts, making his intention clear.
I grab hold of his shoulders for leverage as I lift and let him rip the clothes from my body. The cold counter is freezing, but the difference in temperature just builds the tantalising sensations.
My clit throbs, desperate to be touched. Liquid pools between my legs, and I’m heaving gulps of air as Owen presses a thumb against my core.
Fucking hell.
I drop my head, my eyes rolling back as the sensation fills me. His finger runs between my folds, coming back drenched. He has the biggest grin on his face before he takes his middle finger and sucks it.
“So fucking sweet.” He places it in my mouth, and I can taste the remnants of myself.
Oh God.
That had to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He pulls his finger out my mouth and pushes it straight into my pussy, and I’m back panting like a wonton mess.
I grab his hair and pull his face back to my mouth where I greedily kiss him whilst he adds another finger, and I shamelessly fuck them.
Rocking my hips back and forth, I’m desperate for the release I’m climbing towards. He swallows my moans as he curls his fingers and grazes the delicious spot inside. His other hand squeezes my breast.
His finger and thumb take my erect nipple between them and pinches, causing me to cry out at the sensation.
“Take it, Cookie. Fucking ride them.” I’m climbing and climbing, and I’m getting closer to the edge, desperate for the release.
Desperate for my explosion.
“I don’t want your fucking fingers. I want your cock,” I growl, my hands greedily going for his trousers and pulling them down. His rock-hard length slapping against his stomach as it’s freed.
“Fucking slut.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks. “You want to ride my cock, cookie? You want me to fucking bend you over this counter and fuck you until your cunt explodes?”
His filthy mouth makes me wilder.
“Yes,” I gasp as I scratch his back.
He grabs me, pulling me off the counter and spinning me around. His hand goes to the back of my neck and holds me down.
The sensation of the counter makes me gasp. I barely have any time to prepare myself as he pummels into me, straight to the hilt.
He pulls out, so there is nothing but the tip, and slams back into me, causing me to cry out. His size causes a bite of pain.
But the pleasure.
Oh, the pleasure is intense.
