“I know you do,” I tease, pausing my cock right outside of her pussy. “I’m going to need you to do something for me, pretty girl. Can you do that?”
“Anything. Whatever you fucking want. Just… please,” she begs.
“I fucking love it when you beg, you know that? But right now… I need you to take a deep breath.”
She quickly sucks in a breath.
“Now, let it out for me.”
With her exhale, I thrust my hips forward in one swift motion until I bottom out and my pelvis is resting against hers.
Like a champ, she doesn’t even flinch. “See? You were worried for nothing. Sure seems like this tight little hole of yours remembers me just fine.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she clenches around my cock. Christ, she feels fucking divine.
Leaning over her, I lean on one elbow to the side of her head and wrap my other hand delicately around her neck, adding just the right amount of pressure to cause her eyes to widen and pulse to race against my thumb. I arch my backand pull my hips away from just enough so I can drive back into her. Her breath hitches and her mouth falls open and I release the pressure on her throat to give her back some of her air.
I increase my pace, continuing my rhythm of thrusting inside of her and constricting her air just enough to give her a bit of a head rush. “Fuck, I forgot how good you fucking feel,” I moan.
“Yes, please, Sir. Harder. I need more,” she begs, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as I release her throat again.
“You want more?”
Her head bobs up and down quickly. “Fuck… yes. Jesus. I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t know.”
Okay, now I’m curious.My cock still pistoning, in and out of her, in a steady rhythm, I ask, “What didn’t you know? Be a good girl and tell me.”
“I didn’t know… I didn’t know cock could be this fucking good,” she pants, her words trailing off as she runs out of air. “I didn’t fucking know.”
“Better late than never, I suppose,” I grin. My hips begin to move faster and my brows knit as I regard her. Her skin is flushed with a sheen of sweat dusting every surface. She’s fucking breathtaking.
Her hands fly up and reach around me to grab onto whatever flesh she can hold. She struggles to find purchase as I pound relentlessly into her. This woman ismine. My hand slides up her chin to hold it firm as I position my face directly over hers and order, “Open.” One word. It’s all she needs. She opens her mouth like the perfect girl she is and I gather up all the saliva that’s formed in my mouth and spit it agonizingly slowly into hers. When the long strand of saliva lands fully onto her waiting tongue, I nudge her jaw to close. “Swallow.”
She does, of course.
Watching her underneath me, like this, taking all of my hard cock… I feel my love for her take over when I lean in close, nose to nose and pant, “Tell me you love me.”
Her hands make their way up my back, past my neck and into my hair where she runs her fingers through it, practically massaging my scalp as she says, “I love you, Hayes. I’ve always loved you.”
I growl at the words I ordered her to say. I may have told her to say them, but every part of me can feel the intention behind them. “Yeah, you fucking do. I love you too, Babygirl. Now, hold on to me.”
My lips land on hers in an all consuming kiss, my tongue probing its way into her mouth to tangle with her own for just a moment before I fuck her through this bed.
Her hands move across the back of my body as I release her lips and ram my dick in and out of her without abandon until I feel the telltale tingle in my balls signaling my orgasm is imminent. Her cunt clenches around my raging cock, fluttering around me and damn near pushing me out.
“Hayes!” she yells.
“That’s right, tell everyone in this goddamn building who’s fucking you right now. Who owns you.”
“Oh my god, Hayes.” Her words are louder this time and they only serve to spur my orgasm along.
My balls seize up and my shaft thickens. “Fuck, I’m coming.” I’m a fucking goner. Within seconds, my cock is pulsing and shooting my release into her throbbing hole. She follows right behind me, spasming around my still hard length, bucking against me, trying to chase each wave and milking every last drop from me until we’re both equally spent.
40
Raegan
“Jesus, Angel,” Hayes grumbles as he shuffles through the door of his place, hefting the last box of my things. “What could you possibly have that weighs this much?”
