Her pussy clenched tight around me, squeezing my cock like a vise. She cried out, her nails clawing down my back. “Oh yes, Colter! Yes!”
“You like that?” My voice was a rough snarl as I thrusted relentlessly. “You want me to fuck a baby into you? Mark you inside and out?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, trembling as she neared her release.
“That’s good, baby. Because I’m gonna fuck you until you’re overflowing with my come, make damn sure you walk around dripping proof of how deep I claimed your pussy.”
She cried out again, begging me to let her come.
The desperate, breathless sound of her voice drove me to the brink, and I growled, “Come for me, baby. Soak my cock with your sweet fucking juices.”
My rhythm became erratic as her inner walls spasmed around me, clenching and rippling with her climax. She screamed my name, her body shattering as she came, and I lost control. My hips jerked wildly as my release exploded, a raw shout ripping from my throat while I filled her deep with every drop of my come.
I held her there, panting against her shoulder, both of us shaking with the intensity of our orgasms. My legs felt like fucking jelly, and I knew if I tried to move right now, we'd end up on the floor.
A chuckle slipped out of her as her head lolled back against the wall, her breath still coming in ragged bursts. For a second, she just stayed there, limp in my arms, her fingers lazily tracing the back of my neck.
“I think,” she muttered weakly, her voice soft and wrecked, “you might’ve killed me this time.”
I huffed a low laugh, pressing my forehead to hers while we both caught our breath. “That so?”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.
“Funny.” I smiled, but my voice was still rough with lingering heat. “Does that mean you don’t want me to fuck you again?”
My legs finally felt steady. Barely.
So I gave her a slow, shallow thrust.
Her breath caught immediately, a soft moan slipping past her lips as her pussy clenched around me.
“Colter,” she gasped.
“Still hard as a fucking rock,” I murmured against her mouth. “Could stay buried inside your sweet pussy forever.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and glowing with leftover pleasure. But after a moment, she lifted her head enough to frown at me.
“You need to at least give me a little time to recover.” She tried for stern but sounded breathless instead. “I just had my soul rearranged.”
I laughed again, the sound low and satisfied, then caught her mouth in a deep kiss that stole whatever argument she might’ve tried to make next. Her arms tightened around my shoulders instantly, and she kissed me back with just as much heat as before. Any softening of my cock that had occurred during my climax was immediately gone, and I swelled inside her.
When I finally ripped my lips from hers, I smirked. “You’ve got until we reach the bed.”
“Colter,” she whispered, half shocked, half laughing. Her eyes widened slightly, but then they closed on a moan as I shifted my grip under her ass and pushed away from the wall.
“Hold on, baby.”
She stayed wrapped around me, her body pressed tight against mine with my cock still buried deep inside her slick heat as I carried her through the house. With every step while my cock was sheathed in her heat, I had to talk myself out of taking her against the nearest wall again. I tightened my arms around her and started up the stairs to our bedroom.
The second we reached our bed, I laid her down gently, staying buried deep inside her and caging her beneath me. Her hair fanned across my pillow, and my breath caught in my chest. She was so fucking perfect it hurt, and I stared down at her, drinking in every flushed inch, from her soft tits rising with her rapid breaths to the curve of her parted lips, wet and swollen from our kisses.
I lowered my mouth to hers, taking it gently this time, my tongue sliding slowly between her lips, tasting her sweet sighs as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. My hips began moving again with slow, deliberate strokes that sank deep, drawing out every ounce of pleasure between us. I wanted to show her what she meant to me, to worship her body until she understood just how fucking lost I was to her.
She moaned softly, arching beneath me as I rocked gently into her, my cock sliding slow and deep.
“So fucking perfect, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Feels like you were made just for me.”
She whimpered my name, her nails digging lightly into my skin as her hips lifted to meet my thrusts, matching my slow, sensual rhythm. Her sweet body rippled around me, gripping and releasing, pulling me deeper with every thrust.
