Igrabbed her bicep and swung her back toward me, sidestepping and slamming her back against the wall of the stairs. She gasped, the air leaving her lungs, and for the first time Isaw real fear in her eyes. My nostrils flared in satisfaction. Igripped her wrists, holding them above her head so she couldn’tmove, and my cock throbbed in eagerness.
“You don’tscare me, Gauge,” she said again, her voice never wavering, but it didn’tmatter—I’dseen all Ineeded to see in her eyes.
Ileaned down, until our faces were so close Icould take that smart mouth of hers and kiss that poisoned tongue right out of her red-lipped mouth.
“Ishould,” Igrowled, and then Idid just that.
Ikissed her like Iowned her, despite knowing that no one would ever own that woman. She was wild and free and that was fine by me.
Jolie fought me momentarily before finally, mercifully, giving in and kissing me back. My chest filled with adeep satisfaction and Igripped her wrists tight enough to make her whimper. Ifelt dizzy and delirious as she bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and Igroaned as the metallic taste flooded both our mouths. Ikissed her harder, my tongue moving in long strokes over hers.
Finally Ireleased her wrists and gripped her waist before lowering her body to the stairs, and then my mouth dropped down to her neck, leaving bloody kisses in its wake. Her hands were fumbling at my waist as my hands moved to hers, unbuttoning and sliding down her tight jeans just as quickly as Icould.
When she was bare to me, and she’dpulled my jeans down low enough to free me from them, Igripped her thighs and spread her legs wider. Istared down at her pussy, all wet and pink, and then Idropped my mouth to it, latching on to her sweet warmth and drawing my tongue through her lips to separate them. She called out something unintelligible and Ifelt her pussy pulse against my tongue as Ilapped at her. Isucked and lapped and nuzzled her center until she was throbbing against my mouth and screaming out my fucking name like aprayer. Lifting my mouth from her pussy, Ipressed my hard length at her entrance and pushed myself deep inside of her.
Jolie’shands moved to my ass as Ifucked her in long, deep strokes, my cock gliding in and out of her with ease. She was warm and wet and Ifound myself fucking faster and faster as Isearched for the sweet bliss that could only ever be found between the thighs of abeautiful woman.
Only this wasn’tjust fucking. I’dfucked many women in my life, and this was something more. It was as if my body and my mind knew that no man had ever been there before. That no man had ever drawn those screams of pleasure from her lungs. That no man had ever felt her sweet release on their tongue. That no man would ever feel her body tighten around them as she cried out in ecstasy, because that honor had been mine and only mine.
We had come together in hate and anger, and we fucked in hate and anger too. It wasn’talove story, it was ahate story. It wasn’tflowers and whispered sweet nothings, it was adamned bloodbath. But there was something else there too. The promise of more. The promise of what could be and what might be and whathadto be. Jolie and Iwere completely incompatible, and aman like me had no business taking awoman’svirginity, but Ihad and if the truth was to be known, if Icould go back and change it, knowing what Iknew now, Iwouldn’t. Not afucking chance.
Ihad taken her virginity and Iwouldn’tgive it back, not even if my life depended on it. And it very well could.
“Gauge,” she cried out, her nails digging into my ass cheeks. She spread her legs wider and, wrapped together, we slid down acouple of the steps before Imanaged to grip the handrail and stop us from falling all the way down them. Jolie laughed as Ipumped into her over and over, her laughter turning into amoan with each stroke of my cock. “Oh God…”
Ifelt my balls draw up before Icould stop myself, and Islammed myself deep into her as Icame in long, hot spurts, grinding myself into her center until Ihad nothing left. When we were done, Irolled off her and we lay together on the stairs, both of us panting and breathless, dazed and fucking confused. Sweat trailed down my chest, blood dripped from my lip and no doubt my back still, my dick lay exhausted and flaccid, the traces of cum still glistening at the tip.
We lay there in silence, both of us staring up at the ceiling in confused exhaustion.
This was seriously fucked up.
Ihad seriously fucked up.
Yet all Icould think about was fucking up again. And again. And again.
