I pulled his hair and he grunted, smiling as he fucked me. I spread my legs wide, letting his thick cock fill my pussy up, sliding even deeper. He grabbed my hips and thrusted into me, and I felt my body grow hot as sweat rolled down his chest.
I bucked my hips back against his, working his cock as he fucked me rough and deep. Something was overtaking us, making us forget about everything; I knew it was him and his body. It was what he did to me every time we kissed, every time I let myself open to him.
And I didn’t want to give that up.
“I love these fucking tits,” he said, cupping them. “And working this pussy. How badly do you want me to fuck you hard?”
“I need it,” I said.
“I know you do.” He kissed my breasts, rocking back and rolling deep. “I know you need this cock to make you come.”
I grabbed his strong arms as he continued to thrust into me, working in and out, rolling up through my pussy.
Suddenly he pulled out, grabbed my hips, and spun me around. I gasped and laughed as he pushed my face down into the bed. I spread my legs wide for him as he gripped my hips and pushed himself deep inside me, thrusting in and out.
He fucked me hard like that, grabbing onto my hips, thrusting deeper and deeper. I kept my face against the comforter, biting into the fabric to keep from crying out. I had to be a little quiet or else risk our parents hearing us. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, though, as the slap of his skin against my ass rang out again and again.
He reached out, rubbing my clit as he slammed into me, grinding his cock deep between my legs. I rolled my hips as he grabbed my hair, pulling me back against him. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, touching my clit, rubbing my nipples.
I rocked back against him, sliding up and down his cock, riding him backward. “I love fucking you from behind,” he said. “I love this ass bouncing on my cock.”
“Make me come,” I gasped, barely able to hold back. “I’m so fucking close.”
He pushed me forward again and began to thrust into me hard and rough. I could tell he wasn’t holding back, and I loved it. I took his thick cock as he thrusted deeper and deeper, pushing into me. I moaned with abandon, losing myself to the motion of his hips, of his body, of our sweat.
I felt it begin to build as he gripped my hips. “Come for me, wife,” he grunted. “Come on this dick.”
The sound of my ass against his body as he fucked me rougher, his strong hands gripping my hips, it all drove me crazy. I felt the orgasm start in my pussy and spread out in wild waves, causing my muscles to contract, my whole body to spasm.
“Cole,” I groaned, low and deep as I came. “Fuck me, Cole.”
“Shit, girl,” he grunted in response. I felt his cock slamming into me as I came, long and slow and deep, it rolling through my body like thunder.
And as it began to ebb and slow, he grunted. “Fuck,” he said. I felt him pull out of my pussy and heard the condom get ripped off.
I turned around as he jerked himself off. I watched as his thick cum covered my chest, shooting in thick ribbons all over my tits and nipples. I smiled as he came for me, low and hard.
And then it was over suddenly.
We lay there in the bed, panting together. The ferocity and the power of the orgasm all made me completely exhausted, even too tired to clean the cum from my chest. He helped with that, though, using his T-shirt.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“I know,” he replied. When he was finished cleaning me off, he lay down next to me.
We stayed like that for a while, covered in sweat, wrapped in each other’s bodies. I felt safe and right, like I was glowing.
* * *
Fortunately, our parents weren’t home or they were totally oblivious. Either way, we climbed into the shower together, letting the warm water soak us. He mainly held my hips against his, kissing me softly.
“We should talk,” I said.
“Nah,” he replied. “I’d rather just fuck you again.” His lips lingered on my throat.
“Later,” I said, smiling. “We should talk about this fight.”
“We don’t have to.”
“I can’t let you make this deal, Cole.”
“It’s okay, Alex. It’s already done.”
“What if you lose?”
He stopped and looked at me seriously. “I won’t lose.”
“How can you know? What if something happened?”
“I won’t lose,” he repeated, looking into my eyes.
And although I knew it was probably just his normal cocky, confident swagger, I believed him. Underneath all that arrogance, there was an extremely strong and competent man. He was a fighter and always would be. I had to believe in him.