“Wrong answer.” I pull my hips back, letting my cock slide through her folds, rubbing against her clit, and she moans involuntarily, her body betraying her even as her eyes shoot daggers at me.
“I’m not going to beg you,” she spits.
“Then I guess you’re not going to come.” I rub the head of my cock against her clit again, slow circles, and her whole body shudders. “Your choice.”
She holds out for longer than I expect, her jaw clenched, her eyes defiant, but I keep teasing her, keep rubbing my cockthrough her folds, bumping against her clit, pressing against her entrance without pushing in, and finally, finally, her resolve cracks.
“Please,” she grits out, the word sounding like it’s being ripped from her throat against her will.
“What was that?” I press the head of my cock against her entrance, just the tip, stretching her open. “Didn’t quite catch it.”
“Please,” she says again, louder this time, her legs tightening around my waist. “Please fuck me, youinsufferable asshole.”
“See, I knew you knew the word,” I say, and then I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself inside her as deep as I can go.
Her whole body arches off the mat, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs locking around my waist, her walls clenching around my cock so tight I can barely breathe.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, some distant rational part of my brain that hasn’t been completely fried by lust is screaming at me that I just went in bare, that there’s nothing between us, that I should ask about birth control, about whether she’s on something, about what the fuck we’re doing?—
But then she clenches around me, her walls gripping my bare cock, and I feel every pulse of her heartbeat through her pussy walls, the slick slide of her arousal coating my shaft with nothing in the way, and I stop thinking entirely. I stop caring about anything except how fucking good she feels wrapped around me, hot and wet and tight, her body taking me like she was made for this, like we were made to fit together.
“Fuck—“ I pull back and drive into her again, her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me deeper with every thrust. Her tits are bouncing too, heavy and full, her nipples flushed and swollen, and she’s gasping beneath me, her mouth open, her eyes wild, looking up at me like she wants to kill me and fuck me in equal measure.
“That’s it?” she pants, her voice ragged but still sharp. “I’ve had harder fucks from guys half your size.”
“Really?” I grab her thighs and shove them up toward her chest, folding her nearly in half, and the new angle lets me drive even deeper, letting me grind against that spot inside her that makes her whole body shake. “Cause your pussy’s telling me a different story. You’re fucking dripping for me.”
“Arrogant prick—“ But the insult dissolves into a moan when I slam into her again, when I start fucking her so hard the mat is sliding across the concrete floor, when her tits are bouncing so violently she has to grab onto my arms just to hold on.
“What was that?” I grunt, pounding into her, watching her face, watching her try to hold onto her composure and fail. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you moaning my name.”
“I wasn’t—oh fuck—“ She’s losing the battle, her walls clenching around me, her thighs trembling. “I hate you—I hate you so fucking much?—“
“I know.” I lean down and bite her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough that she’ll see it tomorrow and remember exactly how she got it. “Now shut up and take it. I know this is what you’ve been thinking about for weeks. Me fucking you until you can’t think straight.”
“Yes—“ She’s beyond words now, just sounds, desperate moans and whimpers and my name mixed with curses as I pound into her. “Yes—don’t stop?—“
I fuck her harder, deeper, the mat sliding across the floor, her fingers digging into her own flesh, and the sight of her holding her own tits while I fuck her makes my cock throb inside her. I can feel her getting close, feel her walls starting to flutter around my bare cock, feel her thighs trembling against my chest.
Suddenly she’s shoving at my shoulders, using surprising strength to push me off balance, and before I can react she’s rolling us over, straddling my hips, my cock still buried insideher. The move catches me off guard and I let her do it, too caught up in the feeling of her to fight, and she braces her hands on my chest and looks down at me with wild triumphant eyes, her tits hanging heavy above me, swaying with every breath she takes.
“My turn,” she says, her voice ragged, and before I can respond she’s riding me.
CHAPTER 14
Brooke
I ride him like I’m trying to break him. Like I’m trying to punish him for every fight we’ve ever had, every insult, every moment of the last few weeks where I’ve wanted to slap him.
I rise up until just the tip of him is inside me, feeling the stretch, the emptiness, and then I slam back down, taking every inch of his bare cock in one stroke.
The feeling is indescribable. He’s thick and hard and so deep inside me, just his bare skin against my bare skin, and I can feel everything. The sound he makes is pure desperation, a groan that sounds almost pained, and I smile down at him, drunk on the power of it.
Every ridge, every vein, every throb of his pulse through his cock. It’s reckless and stupid and I don’t care, don’t care about anything except the way he fills me up, the way my walls clench around him, the way my whole body shudders every time I take him to the root.
This is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I hate him for it.
I hate that my body has never responded to anyone the way it responds to him, that every nerve ending is on fire, that I’m already so close to coming I can barely think straight.
