Releasing her arms, I grip her flush to me as I sheath myself all the way in. My hands trace up her waist, under the curves of her perfect tits to tease her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as her head rests against my chest, breathless pants working their way from her lungs.
I pull out and squeeze one the moment her eyes flutter closed, forcing them to snap open as she gasps.
Her entire body quivers as I coat my fingers with her orgasm, coating it over her back hole.
“Rules haven’t changed, Indie. You keep your eyes on mine.” I slide one finger inside. “Unless you want my finger replaced with my cock.”
She moans through her words. “Saint, it’s been too—it won’t—”
“Then make sure you do as I say, or I’ll make it fit.”
That’s probably my first ever threat that’s all bark with no bite; I know she’ll need practice again.
I just love to watch her squirm.
Instead, I ease my dick back into her soaked pussy, slowly building the pressure as her breathing picks up.
I can feel her clenching around my finger, wanting to pull away as her back arches. “Relax, baby. Don’t act like this never used to drive you fucking wild.”
My girl used to play the innocent act well, but that first time she let us do anal, she begged for me to do it again.
The more time I spent with her, the less of an angel she appeared.
She’d fallen from grace the minute I got my dirty paws on her.
My gaze burns into hers as I pick up my thrusts, fighting the urge for her eyes rolling back as I go harder. I want her to defy me, just so I can sink into that unforgivable strain.
I fucking need it.
She reaches up to grip my neck, bringing me closer so our kiss silences just how much she’s teetering on the edge of pleasure.
The moment I feel her tightening again, I break our kiss, the white-hot heat roaring all the way down my spine when she grips my cock. I watch her hooded eyes as we both come undone, my cum spilling inside her.
My movements grow sluggish, shoulders rising and falling until I eventually slow to a halt. I ease out of her and kiss her again, whispering against her lips, “Good girl.”
I loosen my grip around her, and she collapses as if her bones are no longer dense, rolling over on her side to look up at me.
Fuck, she’s a sight to see.
Her raven-like hair sticks to her forehead and slinks over the white sheets, wild and untamed, and her face is completely flushed.
“That was…”
I smirk, dropping down next to her on the bed, and lying on my back to try to control my own fucking oxygen supply. She positions herself, resting her head on my outstretched arm, her hands folded on my chest.
“Have I ever disappointed you, Indie?” I breathe, and it earns me a swat against my ribs.
I can’t help it; a genuine smile creeps on my face.
I never thought I’d have this again, be able to even share the same air as her.
After six years without her, combined with the shit I’ve done?
I’d never imagined I’d be lucky enough for her to barge back into my life.
“You always were a smug shit.” She laughs, the vibrations rattling the very centre of my black heart as her fingers circle the lines of my chest tattoo.
I bring her hand up.
