I can’t get enough of how he watches me, his eyes glazed over. I’mthe one who leaves him this desperate, thissatisfied.
The salty, pungent taste of him coats my tongue, precum leaking every time he hits the wall of my throat, sliding further until I swallow him whole.
Again and again... the faster he pumps, the slicker my thighs and the harder I suck, ravenous for that moment when he stops fighting his orgasm and lets it consume him.
“Fuck,” he growls, easing up, both hands softly cupping my face as he pulls out. “I won’t come unless you come with me, B.”
Helping me up, he spins me around, pins my open palms to the wall, and locks my wrists in his grip. With the other hand, he yanks my dress up.
“Are you always walking around commando?” he grinds out, throwing back the question I asked him the first time we fucked. He follows it with a stinging slap on my butt that makes me wetter. “Where the fuck are your panties?”
“Stop asking questions,” I plead, my voice catching when I feel his cock slide across my pussy. “Either fuck me or get your hands off me.”
He rests his forehead against the back of my head, gripping my hips. “Keep your hands on the wall, B.” A groan of approval resounds when the head of his cock juts against my entrance. “On your toes for me.”
I rise as high as possible when he slams into me, making my whole body spasm. “God, this angle...” I throw my head back, arching into his hurried strokes. “So good.”
“That it is. It’ll be even better when you start squirting.” He ups the pace, pumping in and out faster against my G spot with measured precision, and before long, his arm circles my waist, holding me upright. “Good girl, don’t fight it. Soak me.”
The orgasm hits, blurring my vision, and the pressure of my squirting pushes him back.
“Best thing ever. One more, okay? Give me another.” He drives himself home hard and fast, beckoning another orgasm to the surface within seconds.
I tremble like an uncoiled spring, wave after wave of small orgasms assaulting my senses, the floor wet under our feet, the room hot, stuffy, and reeking of sex.
“Such a good fucking girl when you want to be,” Cody whispers, pressing his hand between my shoulder blades until my back is almost as level as a table. “So obedient. So fucking submissive... You know what I like, don’t you, baby?”
He gathers my hair, wraps it around his wrist, and drives into me fast. The sound of his hips slapping against mine as he hate-fucks me is the most erotic thing in the world. Our moans, gasps, and sucked-in labored breaths mix in the air, tuning out reality until it’s just us. Justhimworking himself into me, every stroke designed as the sweetest punishment.
I feel the telltale change of impending climax in his movements. An injection of panic seizes my muscles because he didn’t grab a condom, but just as I part my lips to remind him, he pulls out, painting my back with warm jets of cum, his hips jerking in sync with the quiet curses falling from his lips.
“Shit,” he pants, slapping my sore butt—gently this time. “Looks like we’ve got a fucking problem here, B.”
I tense immediately, but his soft lips stamping the nape of my neck counter it.
“I already want to do this again,” he admits, and with the last lingering kiss on my skin, he turns me around. “You think we can keep this up for a while without you catching feelings?”
His cum trickles down my spine, pooling at the base where his arm circles my back, firmly holding me to him. Unable to stop myself, I brush back a strand of his dark hair that fell out of the bun.
“You’re asking if we can casually fuck until we’re both sated, then stop without me ending up stalking you?”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking.”
I wish I could say my heart didn’t speed up at the prospect, but that’d be a blatant lie. I already caught feelings. When he held me all night, helping me cage my demons without even knowing how much I needed that comfort.
But I can put a cap on those feelings if I get amazing orgasms and a bit of closeness in return.
“Under one condition,” I say, mindlessly tracing patterns on his pec. “One we probably share anyway.”
“Fire away.”
“No one can find out.”
He narrows those brown, gorgeous eyes. “I know why I’d rather keep this between us, but you... What’s your reason?”
“You ask too many questions.” Rising on my toes to peck his lips one last time, I wiggle out of his embrace, stepping into the bathroom. “Take it or leave it.”
He follows, wetting a fresh washcloth under warm water before gently cleaning my back. “I should start using condoms, so I’m not making a mess of you every time, but I really don’t want to miss how good it feels when you’re squirting all over my cock.”
