I freeze for a moment. A bitter mixture of disappointment and self-mockery pulses in my heart. Should’ve known. She wouldn’t say anything so overt before. But now, the words fall from her lips like broken expectations.
She grows quiet. Only when I resume thrusting, she continues, breathless.
“I think about the things you did in order to make me come. Sometimes it’s your mouth on my clit, sometimes it’s your fingers stroking and pumping me, but most often I think of you inside me.”
I curse. I haven’t tasted her in so long.
“You’re so big, it’s almost uncomfortable, but you feel amazing, too. I don’t know why, but when you set your mind to it and start to ram into me, it drives me insane. Sometimes I feel like I could get an orgasm out of each thrust.” Her face flames.
Our eyes meet. Tears glint in the corners of her eyes, but then she blinks and they’re gone. Why is she sad when I’m the one who’s been screwed?
I feel like a fool for trying to…What? Make her act like she cares?
My control evaporates. I sit up, bringing her along with me. My ass on my heels, I impale her. She loops her arms around my neck, her bodyvibrating with unfulfilled need. I drive into her hard. Her breasts bob, nipples scraping against my chest. She groans, then clenches her teeth to contain the sound.
“Let me hear you, Fiona.”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll stop.”
She clutches me. “Don’t.”
I push into her over and over. Gravity helps deepen the invasion. She throws her head back, gasps and moans pouring out of her slightly parted mouth.
Her plump, rosy lips beckon, but I ignore the temptation. She told me she didn’t consent to kissing, and I’ll be damned if she’ll ever be able to claim that I forced myself on her.
I push her back on the bed, grip her hips and continue the relentless drive. Her moans grow louder and sharper. The tension in her muscles reaches its peak, and I increase my tempo.
She screams, twisting and arching. “Oh my God!Bryce!” Her arms wrap around me. She’s honest in her climax, clinging like I’m the only one keeping her safe as her senses spin out of control.
Her limbs start to relax, but I’m far from finished. I want to punish her for denying me, and I want to punish myself for begging for it like an idiot.
I drive into her, harder and faster. Now that she’s come once, it’s easy for her to climax again and again. She comes, spasming around me, digging her nails into my back.
I don’t stop. She looks at me, eyes wide. “Bryce,” she manages between sharp, uneven breaths. “You… You aren’t—”
“My stamina’s gotten better over the years,” I say, my forehead on hers. “You’ve been missing out.”
A few more hard thrusts and she comes again. She shakes. “Oh myGod!”
I cradle her flushed face. Her eyes are glazed with an overload of pleasure, and every inch of her gorgeous body trembles with another impending climax.
The pressure inside me expands until my vision almost dims. I pull out, rip off the condom and jerk off, giving my dick two good pumpswith a guttural groan. The white stream jets all over her belly and breasts. The sight of her covered with my cum is even better than I imagined.
Mine. All mine.
I rub the fluid over her, glide my slick palm over her pointed nipples. Tight pinches earn me blissful gasps.
“Fuck, this is hot,” I say, unable to tear my eyes from the view.
She nods, then breathes out shakily, relaxing. Probably thinking,Thank God it’s over.
Except if she’d bother to look down, she’d see that my cock is still erect.
I grab another condom. The foil rips and her eyes fly open. “What—?”
“As you can see, I’m not finished.”
