She tried to stifle it, but I heard her little gasp and glanced down to see her nipples hardened into mouthwatering peaks.
“I think you need a cold shower and a craniotomy to remove some of your ego and the Neanderthal inside you,” she said with a dismissive air, trying and failing to hide how turned on she was.
“You know you love my cocky caveman.” I grinned with smug confidence. “And his big cock.”
Before she could protest any further, I gave in to my desperation to claim her, taking her lips in an aggressive kiss. I wanted to overwhelm her, but in all reality, love, need, and passion crashed over me, too.
Her blouse had buttons down the front and it was easily ripped open, the buttons flying out and pinging off of the shelves. I shoved down the cups of her sexy, pink, lace bra. Her tits spilled out, but were held up by the underwire. It was as though they were being offered up to me, and I took full advantage, sucking on them like they were my favorite candy. They weren’t far off anyway.
Ellison moaned, thrusting her tits forward, her hands going to my hair, gripping it to keep me close. Yeah, there was no need, I wasn’t going fucking anywhere until I’d accomplished my goal. My mouth still lavishing her tits with attention, I palmed her ass and lifted her so her legs immediately circled my waist. The feeling of her thighs clamping hard almost made me spill right then, but I held back, not wanting to come until I was deep inside her and my boys had a chance to swim their little asses right to her eggs. If I hadn’t done so already, this time, I was going to get her good and pregnant.
I dropped her to the ground and flipped positions so I was the one leaning on the wall. My mouth returned to hers and I used my foot to feel around, until it hit something hard. Tearing my mouth away, my hands twisted and plucked at her nipples, while I looked to see and found a large, empty crate on my left. I let Ellison go for a minute to grab a stack of towels and drop them onto the top of the crate. I lowered my zipper and freed my cock. It was so hard, I hissed in pain when the fabric caught. Turning her around, I cupped her tits, massaging them before dragging my hands down to lift the hem of her skirt (thank fuck she wore one that day) and tuck it into her waistband. Then I returned one palm to a big, round tit, the other sliding through her wetness.
“I love how wet you get for me, baby. Fucking drenched.”
“Oh, Jack,” she moaned.
I carefully descended down to the top of the crate, both arms curling around so they were each on an inner thigh. My legs extended between her legs and I put pressure on them to widen her stance. When she was right where I wanted her, I was staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen and eyed the tiny string holding her thong together. It was easy to snap before I used a gentle palm on her back to bend her slightly forward, baring her pink, pussy to me. Her clit was swollen and begging, so I appeased it by sucking it into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Ellie screamed. I knew I should cover her mouth or do something to keep her quiet, but it was the least of my worries. And, I got off on her loud exclamations of pleasure. Licking from top to bottom, I added a finger to mimic what my cock was going to be doing to her soon.
“Mmmmm. I need a honey snack,” I purred. “My snack only, right, Ellie?” I asked with a little more force. When she didn’t answer right away, I pinched her clit while my tongue plunged inside her.
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Good girl. Who owns this pussy, baby?”
“You,” she panted. I wanted to ask her if she loved me but I chickened out and brought her to a screaming orgasm instead.
Gripping her hips, I widened my own legs to keep her open as I guided her down enough to line my cock up and then slammed her down onto it. We both gasped at the feel of being joined together so intimately. With her position keeping her wide, I bent my knees and they came up enough so she could lean forward and rest against them. It bared her spectacular ass again and the flesh begged to be spanked. A sharp crack rang through the sound of our panting and otherwise quiet closet.
Ellie jerked and it seated me even deeper.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby!” I cried out.
I wrapped my fingers around the edges of the crate, and used the pressure of my feet on the floor for leverage, and began to thrust up hard enough to bounce her body and make it slam back down each time. Ellie sat up straight and squeezed the fuck out of my dick every time she landed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, adding a “harder, Jack!” in there for good measure.
I put every bit of my strength into fucking her. When I felt the telling clenching of her walls, I kept a tight grip on her body, her back tight against my front, and pushed to my feet. Turning, I growled, “Grab the shelf, baby. Don’t let go.”