Fuck. Kitten, don’t do this.
I bite down on my fist again, trying to steady myself, but my body is already betraying me.
I want her. I want to taste her, feel her, take her.
My fingers press against her slowly, sliding from her clit down between her lower lips. She is already making my fingers wet.
My cock hardens. I move closer, gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me.
A quiet sound slips from her lips as she leans into my touch, still half asleep.
I wrap my hand around my cock, guiding it, then push into her slowly. Her body takes me in as I sink deeper, holding her as I fill her.
She gasps, eyes fluttering open.
“Shhh, Kitten,” I murmur, my hand covering her mouth as I thrust deeper. Her eyes close again, her body responding, legs opening wider, her back arching into me.
“You like this, don’t you?” I whisper against her ear, pulling her tighter against me.
She nods, her hand lifting, fingers sliding into my hair.
I push into her again, deeper this time, until I am fully inside her, feeling her wrap around me.
I press a kiss to her arm, then sink my teeth into her skin, thrusting again.
“Close your eyes, Kitten. Let me be your best dream,” I whisper.
She obeys, her lashes falling shut.
I shift her, guiding her down before I pull out. She settles onto her stomach, lifting her ass into the air, legs spreading, back arching as if her body knows exactly what I want.
Her needy pussy is there, open, waiting.
I wrap my hand around my cock and push back inside her with one deep thrust.
She moans my name.
My hands slide to her hips, gripping tight as I pull her back against me. My pace builds, losing control, turning rough, hungry. My breath turns shallow, heat gathering on my skin, sweat forming along my forehead.
“Oh God,” she moans, voice breaking, “don’t stop… keep going.”
I don’t slow down. I can’t.
Her body takes me, pulls me in, her pussy tightening around every thrust as I lean over her, pressing her into the mattress. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her head back.
Her hands clutch the sheets, twisting it between her fingers as I drive into her, deeper each time.
The room is silent except for us. The sharp sound of my body meeting hers, my balls slamming against her wet clit. Her breathless moans filling the space between every movement.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her hand slipping between her legs, touching herself.
Her breaths turn uneven, soft sounds spilling from her lips until she collapses forward onto the bed. I lift her hips again, not letting her escape, thrusting into her until she can’t take any more, until her body refuses to give me another inch.
Then I pull out.
I step back, watching her sink into the mattress.
I climb onto the bed again, resting on my knees, my hand wrapping around my cock as I look down at her.
