"Ride my cock," I ordered, positioning myself at her entrance. "Go crazy, Skye. Act like you've never had a man before."
Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she lowered herself onto me, her wetness allowing me to sink in easily until her ass rested on my thighs.
"Perfect," I murmured, fisting a handful of her luxurious blond mane and bruising her lips as she started to ride me.
Skye moaned and gasped, gripping my biceps, she seemed to love those, and kissing me back in an equally frenzied manner.
"Faster, honey. Make your tits bounce," I urged, madness overtaking me.
The owner of the cheap motel we were staying at was probably used to hearing sounds like this emerging from inside his rooms but I was pretty sure we would get kicked out, anyway. He would get sick of our loud fucking and bang on the door to warn us to be quiet. We wouldn't listen so he would have to barge in here and stop us but even that wouldn't deter me. It wouldn't stop me from taking her sweet pussy like I have been aching to do since the first moment I laid eyes on this girl.
The thought made me crazy.
I gripped her hips and pumped myself into her, making her cry out and feel every inch.
"Mmm. God, Jasper," she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. My little firecracker.
"You're enjoying this so much. Look at you," I panted, bending my head to take her sweet offerings into my mouth as her nipples jutted out at me. "Pure sex, that's what you are, Skye. No wonder Cole was determined to keep this pussy from me."
My words made her clench around me harder. Fuck. She loved dirty talk. The dirtier the better, it seemed.
"Come for me," I growled. "Come for me now. I need your juices all over my huge cock. Be a dirty little girl for me."
She bucked and tensed, her hands moving to clutch at my shoulders and I held her as she climaxed, lost to the release.
"Yes. Yes, Jasper. Oh, God. Oh, God, you feel sooo good in me. Mmm. Keep fucking me, please," she whispered as she rode it out.
I squeezed my eyes shut as her vaginal muscles squeezed my dick, sweat dripping down my body, making it harder to grip her. We had given each other quite a workout.
"Are you on the pill?" I asked her through clenched teeth because I was holding back from exploding. She did not answer, her eyes were still closed and she kept humming her pleasure at how good I had fucked her. "Skye? Are you safe?" I snapped at her and the most satisfied smile formed on her lips.
"Mmm," she said, wetting her lips and I let loose.
I could not stop. For anything. Gritting my teeth, I poured all my cum into her, our groins all messy and slippery now. I loved it. She was perfect.
"I love you," I whispered into her neck, taking a bit of skin and biting it. "Fuck, you're mine now. You're all mine."
"And Cole's," she reminded me softly, one of her hands caressing the back of my neck slowly, lovingly.
I closed my eyes. Yes. And his.
Why the fuck did that make me want to turn into some kind of barbarian and roar with anger and jealousy? Mine.
I pulled out of her and we collapsed on the bed, trying to catch our breaths, our legs still sort of tangled. I had arranged her in so many positions since we had arrived two hours ago, even my own muscles had protested. But it had been necessary. I had succeeded in converting her into a cock-hungry nympho. She would have no problem taking me and Cole now. Maybe not at once, not straight away but soon.
Motherfucker. There was that possessiveness again. Now I knew why he did not want to share her. It was impossible to let any part of her go. She was too damn precious. You just wanted to hog her.
"I still have to spank your pretty little ass," I said. "We haven't tried that. I want to hear you cry out when my hand connects with your skin and reddens it."
To my surprise, she promptly proceeded to turn and lie down on her stomach then lifted her ass just a little so I could slap it. Jesus. She was so eager and there was so much more I wanted to do to her. My cock twitched at the view of her tight backside and so did my palm. Fuck, yes. I would happily die for this.
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Skye
A sound made me open my eyes only to find myself staring into a camera lens.
"Um...good morning?" I ventured uncertainly.
Jasper straightened and put the camera away while I held my breath. Last night...The visuals flooded across my brain and rendered me speechless. What had we done?
Jasper had a blonde stubble on his handsome face and was freshly showered and dressed in a crisp, white dress shirt and navy blue shorts. I felt myself getting wet again just looking at him.
"For keepsakes," he explained, gesturing at the camera. "I couldn't help it."
His eyes travelled over my body which was tangled in the sheets and he smiled slightly. "Get dressed. We're leaving soon. I'll be in the car."
With that, he picked up his camera and our bags, leaving a change of clothes and my backpack and quickly left the room.
I felt confused. And a little hurt as well. Wow. So that was what he was like the morning after? Abrupt. Unemotional.
My face crumpled and suddenly, I missed waking up to Cole. The one who always waited for me to wake
