Withstanding Me(30)

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she whispers.

“You sure?” I croak. Fuck! I hope she’s sure.

Just to prove it, she grabs my cock and forces it into her pussy. She’s so tight and warm.

***

Storm

Mason nudges my panties to the side and slides into me without giving me a warning of his size. He groans, and I whimper. He stiffens and pulls out, showing me the cause of my whimpers. Oh my! It’s a fuckin Jacobs’s ladder. But I don’t want him to stop.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I promise him in a whisper.

“You sure?” he croaks, his voice strained.

I don’t say anything else; I just wrap my hand around his cock and force him back inside of me. It feels so damn good. I know this doesn’t mean anything. I know this won’t come to anything, but I’m going to feel it for now. Feel like it is. His arm snagged around my waist pulls on me tighter as he continues to move inside of me slowly. Each trust so slow, I can feel each metal barbell against my walls. I tighten myself around him because it feels too good not too. He groans and his lips come down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a frenzied dance. I whimper when his speed picks up and he begins sucking on my tongue. I cry inside of his mouth when my head bangs against a step. I don’t need to say anything; it’s like he knows what happened because he picks me up and flips us back over without ever leaving my body and now I’m on top. The change of our position pushes his cock deeper inside of me, and I break free from his lips and start moving up and down. I pick up my pace and drop my arm behind me reaching for his balls. I squeeze them gently.

“Fuck, baby, do that again. Do that again,” he growls.

I do, and he becomes animalistic. He sits us completely up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stands us up. I release my hold on his balls and run my hands under his arms and up the back of his shoulder blades, gripping tightly as his fingers dig into my ass and he walks us up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. I want to say it’s just a few more doors down to my room, but I don’t. That would make this more personal than what it is.

He lays my body on the counter and flips on the light as he shuts the door. The entire time, he moves in and out of me, his breath coming down hot, smelling of whiskey. Mason runs his hand down my leg, gripping my ankle and slowly moving my leg up to rest on his shoulder. The angle makes his cock hit my g-spot, and I start coming. My entire body starts to shake and break out with sweats as I cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he roars. “That is the sexiest fuckin thing I’ve ever seen!”

I look at him and watch as his mouth turns up in a devious grin and he brings his thumb to his lips, wets it, and moves it back down to my clit.

“Oh god,” I moan as his thumb starts rubbing me.

“You were born to come, baby. I need to see that again.”

I turn my head to the side and stare at myself in the mirror. I watch as my body moves up and down.

“Baby… look at me.”

I shake my head no. I just want to feel this.

“Fine,” He growls, pushing deeper inside of me as his body collides on top of mine, our cheeks pressed together and our eyes locking in the mirrored reflection. “Put your other leg on my other shoulder. Be careful; it’s still healing, darlin.”

I do as I’m told and my heart breaks a little more at him knowing my leg is still a little messed up. His pace picks back up and he turns his head, pressing his forehead against my temple and closing his eyes. Sweat starts dripping from his body, and he begins to shake as my pussy squeezes his cock. When I start screaming out and trying to push him off of me because the building orgasm is too intense, his body locks tighter against mine and I come along with him. I’m left gasping for air, my chest heaving up and down reflected in the mirror. His head moves back and forth in a no motion, and he collapses completely on top of me. Moments go by, and nothing is said. His right hand smacks down on the counter beside my face and his lips pucker and kiss my cheek as he slowly slides out of me. His come trickles out of my body as he leaves me. He turns away, not looking at me as he searches out a washcloth. Once he finds one, he helps me sit up without even making eye contact with me and turns on the faucet, wetting the rag. He cleans me up, again without looking at me. I smack his hand away and slide off the counter, adjusting my panties and smoothing out my dress. I turn away from him, open the door, and walk out.

I’ve just had the best sex ever, and it’ll probably be the only time and the guy couldn’t even look at me when it was over.

“Apple,” he calls out softly as I leave. I don’t turn around. I just keep walking away towards my room.