“Let’s not debate this. Please make me come,” she pleads.
I grin in pride. “Esme, your pussy has to wait. It doesn’t deserve a quick release. And as much as your mouth needs to be stuffed with my cock, fucking your pussy is what I want because it’s a good way to destress from my day at the office.”
Hovering over her, I hold my weight on one arm, nudge her arms against the rug above her splayed body, and jam two of my free fingers into her mouth, catching her off guard.
“I bet this mouth can handle it.” She nods, and I add another finger, her eyes mesmerized on me. “Your mouth likes to be filthy.” I’m not asking, I’m telling her as her mouth salivates and she begins to suck. “My little demon is eager.”
Popping my fingers out, I grip her chin and slant my mouth over hers but not touching. I squeeze her jaw and her lips part open, purposely allowing my spit to slowly fall from my mouth to land in her own. “And a dirty girl, too,” I whisper.
One kiss. That’s all she gets.
She feels desperate to kiss me harder, and I only reward her with my mouth capturing her bottom lip for a nip.
After all, she’s submitting to everything I’m doing.
Dropping my touch from her jaw, her swollen lips that are my doing look natural on her, the rose on her cheeks too. Sliding down her body, I push her thighs apart with not an ounce of gentleness, and I quickly unbuckle, unzip, and pulldown my pants just enough. It happens so fast, yet I still appreciate the way her arms stretch out, attempting to touch me in awe. I’m cocky that way to assume it’s that.
“Keats.” My name trailing out of her mouth in a labored breath is making me eager to slam into her.
“Is this what you want? To be filled up?”
Her body thrashes and twists, struggling to bring my tip closer to her pussy. “Yes,” she gasps.
“That’s a good girl. Begging.” There must be a glint in my eye that translates to a warning.
“If my begging is to your fucking standards then hurry up,” she replies in a playful clipped voice.
Aligning to her entrance, I nudge in. We moan together in the instant feel of one another, her pussy tight around my cock.
I begin to move, working my way up to being relentless in my pursuit to make us come.
Her nails. Why do they feel so damn perfect when she claws into my shirt? She’s attempting to imprint on me like a wild wolf.
There is no doubt in my mind that she might be sore tomorrow as we continue to fuck roughly on the floor.
I’m not sure who is grunting and who is moaning, who is thrusting harder, because she’s clenching around me and moving to accompany every plunge in and out.
We get there. A mind-blowing, coming undone, will-struggle-to-recover orgasm.
Esme wails, and I roar out my release shortly after as we grind against one another.
It takes half a minute before we sink onto the floor to come down until I end up as a starfish on my back, and her knees remain pointed to the ceiling with her thighs splayedout and her skirt bunched around her waist. We both wait for our breaths to even out.
She felt so damn good, the room is spinning.
On the outside, I may have control of her, but inside, I’m unhinged around her.
Then it dawns on me.
“Condom.” My tone is flat because I’m still trying to lower my heart rate.
“Pill. As much as you’re an ass, I know you’re not that much of one.”
My face puzzles as I continue to stare at the ceiling. “That’s a lot of trust.”
She shimmies her skirt back down. “Regardless of what we may think of one another, we’re not that far off the crazy wagon.”
I let it go because she’s right. Under our barbs, we don’t really think the other is a bad person. We are annoyance.
