“Okay.” He pushed himself deep, watching her mouth fall open as he bottomed out. “I’m gonna keep doing this and you let me know what’s up. If you want me to stop or keep going or whatever.”
“You’ll… won’t you get tired?”
He laughed. He couldn’t help it. “KitKat, I can sprint for three hours.”
“I thought you were getting too close before?” she said, all adorable and snarky.
“Nope,” he lied. “So, relax and come on my dick.”
“I can’t,” she said, but she tightened around him. He remembered how much she liked him telling her what to do. He didn’t have to go as hard as he had in the Heavenly Stays motel, but why couldn’t he be a bit of a prick and see what happened?
He took her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. “I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”
“What if I don’t?”
“You will. Just because every man who came before me was a useless pussy who couldn’t fuck you worth a damn, doesn’t mean I can’t.”
She pulsed around him again, her eyes taking on that sweet, sly look. “You’re so arrogant.”
“You love it.” He flicked his tongue across her lower lip. “I’m gonna nail you ‘till we’re both dead.”
He set a brutal pace, slamming into her body as he pulled on her right nipple. Her mouth twisted, eyes fluttering closed.
“You like it, Cheryl? You like getting done by a real man?”
“Yes.”
“Look at me,” he commanded. “Watch me fuck you.”
She wrenched her eyes open, scanning his face, his chest, his arms. She looked at him like he was a God, and he felt like a God. Bigger and stronger and sexier than he’d ever felt in his life. It unlocked something inside him, and he lowered his lips to her ear. “You’re already close, honey. I can feel it. You’re gonna gush all over my twenty-three-year-old dick.”
She let out a horrified moan as she tightened around him, drawing him deep.
“Nobody fucks you like I can. Say it. Say ‘nobody fucks me like you can, Patrick.’”
“Nobody fucks me like you can, Patrick,” she chanted.
“Say, ‘nobody makes me cum like you can, Patrick.’”
“Nobody…” She began. “Nobody…”
It was happening, her eyes rolling back, her legs shaking.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, but he wouldn’t have stopped for the world.
Then her hand was in his hair. “Patrick, I need…”
“What, baby? More? You want it deeper?”
Cheryl’s fingers twisted hard enough to hurt. “Talk… to… me…”
“And say what? Say you’re the best pussy I ever had?”
She whimpered, her pussy contracting tight enough to make his head spin. “What? You want me to say you’re so tight it’s like fucking a virgin?”
“Noooo,” she whispered, but the longing in her voice said he was bang on the money.
“Yes,” he said, working faster. “Only a virgin wouldn’t beg like you, would she? Or maybe she would. Maybe you would. Maybe we’ll go back in time, and I’ll be your first fuck.”
