We break away as I capture her lip, biting down on it, pulling it. I can taste the faint coppery taste of blood, but even that doesn’t make me stop. Her eyes are on mine, shooting fire at me, but not stopping me. In fact, her sweet little claws are biting into my sides, leaving marks themselves. I’ll wear her marks though, any fucking day of the week. She’s got another of my flannel shirts on, and I grab the collar at each end and rip it apart. The rain makes it harder, but I’m so worked up by this point, it tears easily. She doesn’t bother with a bra these days, claiming I just end up destroying them. She’s right.
“Max,” she gasps, but I don’t respond. I watch as the rain slides down those taunt nipples of hers, and my eyes follow the path, the drops take, as they trail down her stomach. It fucking pisses me off that I can’t watch them travel farther. So I unbutton the jeans she’s wearing and push the zipper down. I don’t know what I expected. I guess I thought Tess would fight me but there she is, her hands greedily joining mine to push the wet, soggy material down her legs. She kicks off the shoes she’s been wearing and then she’s naked.
Naked; with raindrops caressing every inch of her soft, white skin. She pushes her hair out of her eyes, and I know she’s waiting to see what I will do next. She’s never been more beautiful.
“Turn around and get on your fucking knees, Tess. Now.”
She’s gasping for air, and a flash of something shows on her face, but she does as I order. I don’t worry about my clothes; this is going to go too fucking fast to waste time removing them. I’m too worked up, too close to the edge. I undo my belt buckle and push my pants down just enough to free my rock hard cock. I use my body to wedge between her and push her legs apart to make more room for me.
One of the things I love about fucking Tess is that she’s so small I can lean over her, as I am now. I can wrap my hands hard in her hair, just like now. Pull her neck back and dominate her from behind. Just. Like. Fucking. Now.
“You think this is easy, Tess? Do you think anything about this is fucking easy? You want to act like this is all on me? Spout your words about being in love with me? You don’t know a fucking thing about me. I think it’s time you met the animal you let rut between your legs.” I let go of her hair and wrap my hands around underneath to hold her breasts, squeezing them tightly, maybe a little too tight. Her hips thrust up in the air, her ass rocking against my crotch. Searching for what I can give her. I slide my hands roughly down her soaked body, the water highlighting the differences between us. Tess, soft, slick and sweet and I am the complete opposite, hard, callused, and rough. I crudely grab the cheeks of her ass, kneading them hard. Spreading them apart and looking at the tight pink rosy opening to her ass. What would she think if she knew what I was going to do to that ass some day? Someday, very, very soon. Fuck, my cock throbs at even the idea of taking her there.
She’s panting now. Her hips pushing back into me, searching and wondering what will happen next. I slide one hand between her legs. My fingers sliding in between the lips of her pussy, raking against the tender wet flesh, finding her hard clit. I pinch it. Her body jumps, and I slam my hand down on her ass, the sound echoing in the rain as the water splatters.
“Max…oh god, Max…” she gasps. Her body is riding nothing but air because I won’t give her what she needs, what she craves. She’s not getting that until I’m good and goddamned ready. I push two fingers into her pussy. I don’t know why I worried if she’d be ready for me. She’s more than ready. I thrust them hard into her, curling them up to reach that spot that will rocket her into space. I retreat before she has a chance to ride my hand and she cries out in disappointment. My response is to slap her ass again, harder this time. Her body bows and she cries out. Her sweet cream flows against my fingers in a quick spurt of release. One thrust into her juicy little cunt and she’d set off like a bottle rocket. Instead, I gather her sweet juice and drag it along the outside of her pussy and then back to her ass. I drive my fingers into her ass, letting her own cream be the lube to aid me. She cries out again, her head going down, her ass arching higher. She was made to fuck hard. My fingers pop through that tight ring of muscle and this time it’s me that groans at how tight and fucking right she feels. I move my fingers in a scissor-like movement inside, stretching her hole. I withdraw slightly and then thrust back in, fucking her ass with my fingers, and showing her just who owns her body. I bend over her, so I know she can hear me. I need her to hear me.