The orgasm hits like a freight train.My hips jerk.My head drops back.A strangled sound escapes as I spill down her throat, hot and messy.
She doesn’t flinch.Just keeps swallowing every drop while my cock throbs between her lips.A strangled sound tears from my throat.I’ve never come this hard.Never encountered anything like this before.
I look down at her—face flushed, lips swollen, mouth ruined from where I fucked it.Her eyes flick up.
“My dirty girl,” I murmur, brushing a thumb across her slick chin.“You’re my fucking dirty girl.”
She releases my cock with a wet pop, saliva stretching between us, chest heaving as if she just ran a marathon.And shit, maybe she did.
Perfect.Beautiful.Always so in control.But right now?
She’s mine.
“You enjoy tasting me?”
She nods once, still breathless.
I lift her by the waist until she’s straddling me, her knees pressed against the mattress.
“You’re perfect, Red,” I rasp, eyes locked on hers.“So fucking perfect.”
I roll us fast, hard, taking the top so I can take the weight of her beneath me.My cock settles right against her pussy, and fuck, a shift of my hips would put me inside her.I could take her the way I’ve always imagined.
She crashes her mouth against mine, open and desperate, and wraps those legs around me.Hips grinding up like she’s starving for the friction, as if she’s trying to pull me in, force the inevitable.
“Fuck, you need to stop,” I grit out, pulling back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to hers.“Christ, Red.I’ll fucking slide in if you don’t.”
Her eyes are wild, mouth swollen, breath jagged.
“I want these off,” she growls, yanking at my jeans.
The corner of my mouth curls into a grin as I roll off her, sprawled out on the bed beside her.“I’m not stopping you,” I murmur, voice thick.
She shifts as her fingers tug my jeans down, followed by my boxers.
Her hands are trembling.I can tell how nervous she is.
“Red,” I say.“We can stop if you want.”
She moves closer, climbing over me until her lips are mere inches from mine.“Kiss me.”Her voice wavers, and so do her lips.But beneath that, there’s something firm—something hungry and certain.
I kiss her softly at first—tender and slow, giving her every chance to pull away.But she doesn’t.She deepens the kiss, her mouth becoming firmer and bolder.
“Fuck me,” she breathes against my lips, “and make me yours.”
I groan, tightening my grip on her hips, and suddenly she’s on her back beneath me, her hair splayed across the pillow, eyes wide and shining.
“Are you sure?”I ask, my voice hoarse.I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.“Red, I swear, if you say no now, I’ll stop.But if you say yes…” My jaw tightens.“I’m not holding back.”
She bites her bottom lip and nods.Fuck, that look… those eyes, the blush creeping down her neck.It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Who knew the girl who’s had me twisted in knots for months could tease like this?Could flip me inside out with just one damn nod.
“Have you done this before?”I ask, trying to stay grounded.
She looks away.
I hold her chin and make her look at me.“Don’t lie to me, Red.I need to know.It changes the way I fuck you.”
