“Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Kyler,” she said on a breathy sigh as her hips twisted, trying to feel for my cock, just hovering at her entrance.
“Good baby.” I smacked at her full tit again and then reared back, pulled out of her, dug my hands into her skin and pushed all the way back in, my hips grating against her as I grounded myself inside of her, chasing the sweet release where I lost my head for a few moments in pussy. “This is always for your pleasure, little mouse,” I murmured as I slammed into her before her pussy clenched and then fired off, erupting around my throbbing dick.
The feel of her body milking mine started a slow burn in my balls, before they pulled up tight my body and prepared to release. The fire shot through my system, my spine, my thighs, flooding with heat.
“Fuck.”
My thrusts quickened before I pulled out of her, erupting in a violent rush of semen all over her ass cheeks. I relished in the rush of endorphins that fogged my brain and had my body set to a low hum. Right there, that moment. Better than any high I could get from drugs. From liquor. From fear or music or pain.
The buzz of being hers released me as nothing else could.
My chest heaving, I curled her in my arms and slammed us onto the sofa, naked and sweaty and so fucking happy.
I flipped on the stone fireplace stationed in the corner, soft crackles roaring to life.
“I didn't know you had it in you to be so romantic.” She pulled her shirt to her thighs and began wiping the wetness our lovemaking had left behind.
“Say it again and I'll fuck that word right off your lips. I've got a reputation to think about.” I stole the shirt from her hands and tossed it on the floor, sliding my digits around her sexy, soaked pussy and making sure I was surrounding her. “I like knowing you're mine and I'm yours. I like my mark on you, or inside of you.”
She laughed loudly. “Is this my life now?”
“Now and forever, baby.” I caught her lips in a kiss. “I'll never stop showing you how much I love you. Even if it ruins my reputation.”
“Speaking of reputations.” She grinned, running her thumb along my bottom lip, “I'm starting to miss your piercings, and even the tattoos on your knuckles.”
“I'd be happy to put them back in for your pleasure.” I leaned closer, kissing her tenderly. “But I'm not sure how seriously the Harvard guys are going to take things like reputations and piercings.”
“Hm.” She pressed her lips together. “I guess we'll need to think of other ways to keep things interesting.”
“I've got a few...dozen.” I caught her hips and turned her quickly, forcing her sexy ass in my face and parting her cheeks. Settled on my knees, I held her against my tongue and began fucking her tight hole, long and slow, my tongue working against the tight muscle and causing her hips to buck and writhe against me.
More hot arousal surged down her thighs and coated my chin. “Fuck, you're sloppy wet. I could live deep inside your pretty ass and you wouldn't know the difference.”
She only wiggled her ass and moaned. My cock tightened painfully, jerking from soft to steel hard in moments. I continued to lick and suck, flipping the pads of my fingers around her clit before slipping my fingers against her crack and easing her muscles open, encouraging her to relax for me.
I sank my tongue deeper into her, and she circled her hips, as primal, raw grunts came from her throat and she arched off the sofa and tried to slam her body back against mine.
“Stop moving,” I growled, and smacked at her beautiful, pert nipple. She didn’t hear me or didn’t care, because she continued to work back and forth against my thrusts, chasing my dick as much as I was riding her. “Stop moving or I’ll stop.”
I pinched at her nipple until her eyes shot open and she clenched her teeth together. That got her attention. Her eyes blazed back at me, the anger and pain and lust swirling in her fiery grey depths.
“Got your attention, huh? Teach you to listen to me next time.”
I swirled my thumb around the tight bud of her clit.
“You think so?” She breathed as she tensed her core, her pussy fisting around me as she came in pulsing waves. It was agonizing torture. The sweetest kind. “Fuck.” I punished her for getting off when I'd told her not to by taking away the pressure of my tongue. I glanced down, my dick glistening with her thick arousal before I took it in my hand and teased up her length, then to her back entrance.
I tipped my head up, a smirk falling on my lips as I nudged between her ass cheeks.
“Do it. I want you.”
And just like that, I came unleashed. My feet planted firmly on the floor, I angled her in such a way that it would make her impossibly tighter around my cock. I probed my cock against her back entrance again, teasing her as she watched me, a devilish smile on her face. I pushed farther, eased in, breached the tight ring of muscle as she moaned and fisted at the sofa cushions. I seated myself inside her, pushing into her as far as I could get, my other hand fisting at one sweet ass cheek.
“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered; and wanting her so damn much—it all crashed in on me. She had my heart thudding and my body itching to own her, own every piece of her. Dismantle her cell by cell and put her back together again, so she needed me. Needed me to live. I wanted to be the glue that held every shattered piece together so there was no living without me. She did that to me. Had me coming undone.
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