“My sexy, little vixen. What am I going to do with you?” I panted.
“Just don’t stop, Andrew. Give it to me harder.”
Always one to oblige, I thrust my hips forward and fucked her hard, my ass cheeks clenching with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me to her. Her fingers reached out for my chest, clawing their way down and scratching my skin. I should have been terrified. I should have been getting away from this woman before she killed me, but all I wanted was more.
I leaned forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting slightly and enjoying her screams. Her body started to squeeze against me. I just rocked back and forth, in and out as she squeezed me harder. I slid my tongue over to the other nipple, licked it, sucked it, bit it. “You like that? You’re so fucking sexy.”
I dragged her legs out from around my waist and held them wide as I shoved my cock deep inside her. My hips had a mind of their own, fucking her hard, slapping against her wet skin. God, she was leaking all over the place for me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
And then before I knew what was happening, she flipped me to my back and straddled my cock, grinding down on me, her hips flexing against me as she took me. Her tits bounced with every movement. I reached out to grab them, but she slapped them away.
“Nuh-uh. Now it’s my turn to play.”
A quake of fear shot through me, but not enough to make me stop. I liked what she was doing. She got up on her heels and started bouncing down on my cock, drawing it all the way out until the tip of my cock was hovering just at her entrance. She slammed down on me and I groaned at the force of it.
“Fuck, oh, you’re so fucking amazing.”
She looked at me, her eyes sparkling. I should have been terrified, especially when she leaned down and bit my nipple, but instead, I wanted more. I never had a woman do that before. This was fucking insane, but so hot.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” she whispered. “I’m gonna make you wish you had died by the time I’m done fucking you.”
I groaned, wondering if this was the end. I remembered thinking that the last time too. Did it only get better with every time we had sex? My eyes rolled back in my head, and I had no doubt that what she was saying was true. She shifted on top of me, lifting her whole body off me.
And then my eyes flew open when I felt the pucker of her ass rubbing against the tip of my cock. I narrowed my eyes at her, daring her to do it. But it turned out that wasn’t necessary. She wasn’t a woman to go back on her word.
I cried out as she slowly lowered herself down on my cock. Each inch felt like a slow, wonderful death. It was fucking amazing. And when I was fully seated inside her, I watched as she adjusted to my length and planted her feet on either side of me. She slowly rose up, dragging that ass along my cock and then sank back down. Each time was a little faster, rubbing my cock into a state of frenzy until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I flipped her over and slammed back inside her, fucking her with everything I had. She was panting hard, screaming my name as her fingers clawed at me. I rubbed her clit, building the pressure up again as I continued to fuck her. And just as she started to come, I slammed inside her one last time and spilled my cum inside her ass.
Panting hard, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against hers. I was spent and I was more than sure that she was going to be sore as hell. I slowly pulled out, then despite the cold, walked out of the room to grab a cloth to clean up. I took a moment in the bathroom to collect myself, staring at myself in the mirror.
“What the fuck are you doing? She’s going to fucking kill you.”
My reflection laughed and told me it was one hell of a way to go. I shook my head and wet a cloth before walking back out to her. She was still laying in front of the fire, her chest slowly rising and falling. I cleaned her up and then tossed the washrag off to the side for later. Pulling her under the covers with me, we both drifted off on the hard floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Lorelei
Andrew was still sleeping when I woke up the next morning. My body was sore as hell, but I couldn’t deny that I loved what he had done to me last night. I felt like a wild beast when he touched me, and though a strange endearment, I loved that he called me his sexy vixen. I did everything I could to appear sexy, but it wasn’t at all how I felt, and I definitely wasn’t a vixen. I grinned as I shifted to look over at him. He looked so peaceful sleeping and I really didn’t want to wake him, especially after the day he had yesterday.
The house was freezing and the fire was dying down. Even shutting the doors to the living room wasn’t enough to
