Sex was boring to her. Being this wet and turned on was new. She didn’t know whether to be happy or scared.
He slapped the curve of her ass, making her yelp. “No thinking, Rachel. Feel me inside you. You feel so fucking good around me. I never want to leave this pretty little pussy.”
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If he could stop one thing about Rachel, he’d stop her ability to think. Chris knew it was her thoughts that made her tense up and close herself off around him. It was the only thing he hated about her. The thinking always pulled her away from him. He needed her to stop thinking.
Pulling out of her cunt, he flipped her so she was lying on her back. She let out a breath. “Will you stop manhandling me? I can turn around. All you need to do is ask.”
“Then I’d have to wait. I can move you faster than you can move yourself. You know it. I know it, so stop complaining.”
He gripped his wet shaft and plundered her tight, wet warmth once again. They both cried out. Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head. “Now, you’re going to do as you’re told and stop thinking about every little thing.” He jerked his hips, hitting her cervix as he did.
Her eyes widened, and her lips fell open forming a perfect “O”.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did as he asked, wrapping her legs around his waist. Chris stared into her eyes. “Now, you’re going to look at me and you’re not going to think about anything other than my cock inside your sweet tight pussy, do you understand?”
Rachel nodded her head, biting onto her lip.
“Good. I’m going to fuck you hard, Rachel. It’s not going to last, and then we’re going to fuck again and again. You’re not going to get any rest tonight. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time now. I’m not wasting another minute. You’re mine, and nothing is going to change that.”
He didn’t give her time to talk. Chris withdrew from her heat, holding onto her hands as he did and then slammed inside her. He was so deep, all the way to the hilt. Her eyes glazed over, and he kept up the constant fucking, going hard and deep. Not once did she look away, and he didn’t give her the chance to try. This was their moment. This should have happened a couple of years ago.
“Give me everything, Rachel,” he said. Her tits bounced with each of his hard thrusts. Still, he wouldn’t let up. He fucked her hard. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room. Her warm, wet cunt tightened around him, rippling with her impending orgasm. His balls were incredibly tight ready for him to release his orgasm.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you let go and give yourself to me.” She met him thrust for thrust.
Her mouth opened as a cry escaped. For the first time, she closed her eyes and relaxed, not fighting his hold on her body. She climaxed around his cock, soaking him with her cream.
“That’s right, baby, give me everything.” His thrusts didn’t let up. He pushed inside her, feeling his orgasm was close to the surface.
“Please,” she said.
Chris didn’t know what she was begging for, but the moment he found out, he’d give it to her. Slamming into her one final time, he grunted as his semen spurted into her body. He’d not been wearing a condom. Protection was the last thing on his mind. Squeezing her hands tight, he stared into her brown gaze and simply fell. This was always supposed to happen. He knew it in his heart and soul. There was something between them. He knew it existed but never gave it any thought until now.
Collapsing on top of her, he covered her body with his. His hands were still locked with hers, and he’d never let her go. Rachel didn’t realize it yet, but he was a possessive man and he’d just put his mark on her.
They were both breathing heavily, and Chris had no desire to move off her.
“Chris,” she said. “You’re squashing me. I need to breathe.”
Moving partly off her, Chris let go of one of her hands to caress her face. “That was amazing,” he said.
She nodded, smiling. “I never knew it could be like that.”
“It won’t be like that again with anyone else.”
Rachel stared back at him. “What are you trying to say?”
“I mentioned boundaries.” He caressed his palm down to cup her breast. “You’re mine, Rachel.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
He was making her nervous. Cupping her cheek, he claimed her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. “I’m a possessive guy. I like things done my way and no other way.”
“I get that.”
“You’re not going back to the restaurant.”