“You want to get fucked like the depraved little slut that you are?”
“Yes! Sex has been amazing lately, but it’s tender and sweet. I want it dirty, and rough, and—Aah, yes!”
My hand harshly tugging at her hair makes her lose her words, her walls quivering around my length with enjoyment. “This is what you want?” I groan in her ear, tugging harder. “You want me to remind you that you’re a shameless whore for me?”
“Yes! Only for you!”
Clearly, I haven’t been the only one suffering from our forced abstinence—despite the quick relief we both had on Christmas morning. It’s rough and dirty, there’s more clothes than skin, but neither of us cares. It feels too fucking good, too fucking right.
But I can always have more of her, so while she rides me with wild intensity, I search for the zipper at the back of her dress—the one I helped her with when we were getting ready. The instant it’s down, she pushes the dress off her shoulders. She isn’t wearing a bra, but thosepesky little silicone patches are back, stealing the sight of her nipples from my eyes.
I loosen the seam of one and rip it from her skin, revealing the perked-up tip that was hiding underneath. The pain of the adhesive makes her cry out as she clamps on my cock.
“Ouch, you ape,” she whimpers, looking down at me with a frown.
The slamming of her hips into mine has stopped, so I can bend over and kiss her nipple softly to make up for my savagery. “I’m sorry, freckles. Is it better now?” She shakes her head, so I return my lips to the pebbled tip and give it a more thorough apology, licking and nibbling. “And now?”
She nods with contentment, so I move on to the other nipple patch. I’m about to remove it slowly this time when she says, “Do it the same way.”
I gaze at her questioningly, and she bites her lower lip. “It felt… kind of good,” she sheepishly confesses.
Grinning, I rip off the patch as suddenly as I did the first one. This time, her cry is laced with pleasure, and her pussy spasms harder around me. “You really are my greedy little whore,” I appreciatively say, grabbing her hips under her dress to make her resume the bouncing on and off my aching cock.
The intense fucking resumes, and she’s so fucking wet that I can feel her juices drip down my length and onto my balls. I see why she wanted this. I’ve been enjoying the sex as well, but this… the rough, harsh, and tenderless fucking is a lot of fun, too.
Because of her almost brutal pace, kissing isn’t easy. At some point, she sucks on my tongue as she would my cock, and this brand-new sensation has my balls dangerously tightening. I almost fill her up with my cum right there, overwhelmed by her brazenness.
My perfect fucking woman…
Thankfully, she’s close, too. Really close. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?” I ask with a throaty groan.
She fists my shirt as she leans back, nodding. My hands are at her hips, helping her with the demanding momentum, pulling her down even harder on me every time she comes down. Her small, perky tits bounce with her motions, hypnotizing me. God, I love her so fucking much. Every one of her facets, from the touchingly insecure one to this mighty goddess who takes everything she wants and leaves no prisoners.
“You’re eager to have my cum fill your needy cunt, aren’t you?” I rasp, needing to bring her even closer to the edge.
“Fuck! Yes, please.”
“Such a good little cum slut. Always so fucking hungry for it…”
Perspiration makes her skin shine in the overhead lights, and I’m convinced there’s never been a woman more beautiful than her. Not even close.
“Don’t come!” she commands.
“What?!”
“Don’t come!”
“Andrea, I can’t just—”
“Aah! Fuck, yes! I’m coming!” Her hold on my shirt tightens, and her nose pinches while her walls flutter around me. I admire her slip into bliss, teeth clenched as I try not to follow her. It’s harder than it’s ever been, especially with how hard she orgasms. Her pussy offers no mercy, and it takes all the will I hold within me not to nut inside her.
She’s so lost in it, arched away from me as she trembles and writhes that I don’t think she even notices the button on my shirt that pops. We’ll have to be discreet upon returning to her parents’, or everyone will guess what we did on our way back. They’d like me a lot less if they knew how their daughter turns into such an improper little slut for me.
Finally, her pleasure recedes, and her moans turn into breathless pants.
“You did so good, baby,” she whispers, dropping light kisses on my forehead and cheeks. The praise doesn’t help, making my painful and stiff cock twitch, begging for relief.
“What the fuck was that about?”
