Yeah, I know exactly how she’s feeling.
I scoop up more of her juices, bite off the entire fruit. The tastes fill my senses, go to my head. The world tilts. Fuck. What is she doing to me? Dropping the stem, I snatch up another of the berries. I slide it into her wet pussy.
She groans.
"How does it feel?" my voice cracks. I swallow. Shit, this entire experience is getting to me. I set out to show her I could have my way with her; turns out, I am the one at her mercy. Starved for her taste, addicted to her scent. Needing to wallow in her gorgeous essence, mark her with my cum. Stake my claim on her before this—whatever it is between us— comes to an end.
"Tell me, Gigi." I press the berry deeper into her sweet cunt.
"It… it," her voice shakes, "It makes me want more. So much more. I want to taste it." She gulps, "Please… Sir."
Her words sink into my blood, race straight to my belly and coil in my gut. Fuck this. I slip the strawberry out, then rise up to my feet and offer it to her, "Eat it."
She takes a bite, chews and swallows. Her gaze grows heavy. Her cheeks flush.
"Well?" I frown. "How does it taste?"
"Sexy." Her blush deepens. "I mean…it…tastes like nothing I’ve ever eaten before."
I crunch on the rest of the fruit, toss away the stem. "Want more?"
She nods.
I scoop up another. Reaching between us, I roll the fruit in the cum that trails down her inner thigh. I bite on it, offer her the rest. Take another strawberry, stroke it up her pussy.
Her legs buckle. I grip her shoulder to support her. Offer the fruit to her, then eat the rest. I repeat it with another berry, then another. My breathing deepens and sweat beads my spine. My mouth waters; my dick lengthens. I reach for the next berry, but when I press it to her cunt, she groans, "I can’t… I want..." She arches her spine, pushes the back of her head into my chest.
She parts her lips and I pop the strawberry in. She tears off half of it. I bite down on the other half, chew and swallow, then go in for seconds. I press my lips to hers, lick up the tangy taste of the berry, the sweetness of her mouth, the complex notes of her cum. My dick throbs and a pulse beats to life on my eyelids, at my temples, even in my fucking balls. I toe off my shoes, then reach down, shove down my zipper, then my pants and my briefs; kick them aside. I grab my dick, position it between her arsecheeks. The head of my weeping cock, nudges against her back hole.
I bring my fingers around to the front, slip them inside her cunt. Her pussy clamps down on me. I groan, "Fuck, you’re so ready for me. Can you feel that?"
"Saint." She turns her head, licks the side of my jaw. Another ripple of pleasure tears down my spine. A pressure builds in my groin. I push forward, until my dick is inside her puckered hole. A whine slips from her lips. "It’s too much," she gasps.
"Not enough." I bring my other hand around, insert my thumb into her mouth. She bites down on my digit, and I feel the pull all the way down to my shaft.
"Gigi, fuck," I groan, "I need to be inside of you."
"Then do it." She nuzzles my cheek. "Take me. Come inside me."
"What?"
"Do it the right way," she whispers.
"It has to be this way." I growl.
"It doesn’t have to be like this," she pleads.
"You worried that it will hurt?" My thighs spasm and my cock lengthens inside of her.
She gasps, a bead of sweat running down her temple, "Not me, but I think you’re not ready to face whatever is between us."
I frown. "And what’s that, exactly?"
"You pretend not to feel anything, but the fact is..." she peers up at me from under her sooty eyelashes, "...fact is that you sense the connection, how attracted you are to me, and it worries you."
"Me?" I snort. "Sweetheart, the only thing you should be worried about is how much of me you can take inside of you." I angle my hips and my shaft slips in through her tight ring.
She gasps. A growl rips from me. I grit my teeth, stay where I am. Stay. Stay. I set my jaw so hard, pain shoots up my face. "Fuck," I snarl. "You’re fucking beautiful."
"And you’re a fucking coward."
The drumming at my temple intensifies. A tightness pushes down on my ribcage. Sweat pours down my spine until my shirt sticks to my back. Fucking with her is primal, angry, visceral…a messy coalescence of our combined body fluids, of lust and caution, a need to subdue and suppress, a primal urge to own, to mate. To push myself and her to the edge where nothing else remains. Not our pasts, not her betrayal, not the way I have to use her for my own selfish ends. Not the sensual way she rubs against me, the curve of her hips pressed into the hard bones of my pelvis. Not how she strains against her restraints, her face buried into my neck as she licks the sweat that clings to my skin, as I pull out of her so suddenly that she whines.
"Fuck me, Saint, please."
"I am going to slap your pussy until you cry, spank your arse so my fingerprints are etched into your
