Normally, it'd be hot as fuck. Of course it is now, too, but I can't get over this other sticky, strange warm feeling I've got inside, causing my heart to thump like a rocket going into orbit.
“You feel it building in my balls yet?” I growl, twisting her hair in one hand, pouring fire in her ear. “It's all yours, babe. Every fucking drop. All you've got to do is beg.”
I pull her long dark locks and listen to her whine. It's the sound, that whiny note she makes when she's coming undone.
Fuck. My strokes quicken, instinctively meeting hers.
We're bucking faster. Harder. Desperation growing. She moans again, trying to form words, sticky need oozing out her lips.
That's when I start to get pissed.
I can't believe it, what's happening to me here, what she's done to me the whole damned time.
This fuck was supposed to set us straight. I was supposed to take full control of her pussy for hours, and I've got her eating out of my hand like usual, but I'm the one going down like a titan.
Then I hear her voice, like she's calling to me through a tunnel, shrill and otherworldly. “I want it, Chris. Come inside me. Come hard. Come until I can't hold it.”
Shit! I'm finished.
Her hair wraps around my hand and I throw the other arm across her waist. Her wrists swing tight in my belt as I smash my hips into hers again and again, so frantic I'm like a stag in mating rut.
I want to fill her completely, and I absolutely fucking do a second later when my balls jerk, hurling the first hot jet inside her. My cock roots deep. I'm growling, throbbing near her womb, unloading everything between her legs.
All my tension, all my seed, all the raw shit in my head I've always tried to hide.
She's torn me open. It's all coming out, and it won't fucking stop, especially when her hips pulse against mine. Her pussy squeezes hard, pulling more come from my cock. Her fingers curl like they're going to snap right off as her lungs stop working.
It's so tight and hot and wet I lose my damned mind.
What the fuck just happened? I ask the question in my head when I finally come to.
We're both panting, trying to recapture the air in our lungs. Thick come trickles down her thighs, mixed with her own cream. I run my hand between her legs to feel what we've done, right as my dick slides out.
“Chris?” She whispers my name, soft and unsure. “My arms are getting tired.”
I reach up and unfasten my belt, hurling it on the floor. I turn her around to face me, and we kiss. Her eyes are practically glowing, and I'm hard again in record time.
I've had my fill of seeing her bound to this bedpost, but I'm not through with her pussy. I strip off the rest of our clothes, mine first and then the last of hers, then lay her down on the big old bed, completely naked.#p#分页标题#e#
The entire evening is a flurry of sucking, fucking, and my hand over her mouth, a half-assed attempt to keep what we're doing hidden. I don't know why I care.
Kiss by kiss, fuck by fuck, I'm finished playing games. I'm done hiding what I feel from her, and it's only a matter of time 'til our parents find out. Evie has a nose like a feral bitch, and she's going to try to use us against Bruce, try to paint me as the bad guy who defiled his precious daughter.
I let her ride my cock, holding my hand over her mouth the entire time. She bites me when she comes, and my balls spit more fire, come I didn't know I had. I'm crazed to pump it into her at some wild, animal level I don't understand.
It doesn't compute, and I can't control it. We barely even speak as our bodies collide, only stopping to rearrange ourselves, one long conversation in flesh and sweat and come.
I've lost track of how many times she comes, and my own count isn't much better. Only the growing soreness in my balls reminds me of how many times we've fucked, and how much I'm still aching to fill her, fuck her with a fury and intensity beyond any woman I've ever been with.
She's curled up on my chest when she runs her hand across my stubble. It feels good, natural, as incredible as her soft brown eyes gazing into mine.
“Maybe you were right about this talk,” she says softly. “You're not just an arrogant fling who's come to screw my brains out, Chris. I wish you'd stop acting like it. There was more there, wasn't there?”
“I already said the L-word once, babe. You're not getting that shit more than once a day unless you come for me again.”
She laughs as I slide my hands between the well used softness between her legs. My fingers do all the work, feeling the wetness, the fire, all the pent up energy we've unloaded with our friction. I wait 'til she's almost on the edge before I break down and say it.
I jerk her by the hair, one ear close to my lips, loving the way she always fights me by twisting her head. If this keeps up, the poor girl's gonna be bald before summer.