“Nooo,” she whines.
Her hand flicks down to finish the job I started, but I bat it away.
“Ah, ah, ah. Good girls wait. I want to feel you coming while you milk my cock.”
She bolts up, hands fumbling for a second until she grips my hips. A Cheshire grin spreads as she strokes my aching cock through my pants. “Alright then, bad boy. Show me what you got.”
She undoes the button and zipper with deft quickness before tugging my pants down my thighs. She reaches for my boxers next but pauses to squeeze my cock with one hand and balls with the other. Stars burst in my vision.
“Fuck, Stevie, you can’t do that. I’m already close.”
“Karma,” she taunts as she proceeds to repeat the movement, and I whip my hand out to hold her off. The damn thing is about to have a stroke if it doesn’t get inside her soon.
“Seriously. I refuse to come before getting to feel that sweet pussy clenching around me.”
Not trusting her to not try something, I step out of my pants and boxers myself. I grab my condom from my pocket before throwing my pants to the side.
Stevie lays her naked body back on the sheets, propping one leg up and resting her arms above her head. The girl knows her angles. She looks like an absolute meal, and I’m a starving man about to indulge in his feast.
Positioning myself between her legs, I grab my dick and slide the tip over her arousal.
We both groan at the contact.
It’s goddamned torture to feel her like this.
I roll the condom on before I do something stupid. Then, I line myself up with her center and slowly push in. Her tight heat welcomes me, and I groan at the feeling as she sucks me in. Every inch is intoxicating. She hums with pleasure the moment I’m fully seated in her.
“Holy crap. I love the feeling of you inside me. I’m so fucking full.” She clenches her pussy, and I have to pause, gathering my sanity to slow my blow. The mouth on this girl.
I start to slowly pump in and out, increasing my pace with each thrust. I grip the thigh of the leg she has propped up and push her knee toward her chest, the new angle letting me reach even deeper. My tip grazes her cervix, and I can feel the veins in my neck straining as I hold myself back.
“Unf. That’s it.” Her hand comes up to replace mine as she brings her knees flush against her breast. I sink in farther with the next thrust, and she cries out. I’m impossibly deep within her. My self-control snaps.
I start pounding into her, her tits bouncing with each thrust. The pace is feral. Her brows furrow and eyes squeeze shut while her mouth opens in a silent plea. The speed makes it difficult for her to do anything but let out breathy moans. I flatten my palm against her belly, and her eyes open wide.
She takes in a gulp of air. “Oh, god. That’s it. Faster.”
“You’re doing so well,” I tell her. “You take my dick so good.”
She grins, her back arching off the bed momentarily before sinking back down. The new angle pushes me in even deeper, and I roll my hips into her. I look between us, watching my dick thrust in and out of her pussy. It shines with the slickness of her want. It’s a goddamned vision. I want it burned in my memory.
Just as I start to lose myself in her pussy, her arms come up to circle my back, nails digging in. The sharpness heightens my arousal, and my breath becomes ragged as sweat drips down my body. I lean down on one arm to frame her head, and I bring the other between us and start rubbing her clit.
Her leg spasms, her pussy clenching. She’s close.
I’m fucking close. My cock is thickening, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
“Shit, Stevie.”
“I need to come, Aleks,” she begs. “I need to.”
“Come with me, then, little dove.”
Her eyes widen in confusion momentarily, but they glaze back over when I lean down and suck on her ear before giving it a tug. She gasps right before she comes undone with a scream. Her pussy milks me, clamping in tight pulses. The last thread of my control breaks. I come in hot, jerking spurts.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
My vision burns up. My soul leaves my body. I make it to fucking Elysium. It’s an out-of-body experience. I haven’t come that hard in…ever.
My body slumps down onto hers, my breathing trying to even out. The sweat on our bodies is cold and mixes as our chests beat against one another.
“Sorry if I’m crushing you.”
“You just murdered my pussy, this is nothing.”
I laugh at her. Only she would make a joke.
I don’t dare release myself from her yet. Her pussy is still silently clenching against my cock. It’s all so sensitive. When Stevie’s breathing finally begins to slow, I reluctantly pull out of her and dispose of the condom.
“Hey. I wanted you to stay in longer.”
This fucking woman is going to be the death of me.
“Next time,” I promise her. “Next time we’ll fall asleep like that.”
“It’s a deal.” She pushes up on the back of her arms and grins at me. Her hair is a total mess, but she couldn’t be more perfect.
“Alright. Let me just get you cleaned up.”
I’m about to go in search of something to wipe her off when a better idea forms. I kneel on the bed before her and butterfly her legs apart. I lean forward, licking up her thighs, drinking in the remains of her arousal.
She draws in a short breath before slapping me lightly on my shoulder.
“Aleks!” It’s a teasing laugh, no real threat present.
“What? Just cleaning you up.”
“With your tongue, really?”
“I never let dessert go to waste.”
Once she’s all cleaned up, I lick my lips and place a kiss on her thigh. She stares down at me dreamily before reaching forward and dragging me into a kiss. The taste of her mixes with the taste of us.
She runs her hands over my face, her fingers pausing when they get to my scar.
“How did you get this?”
“I got into a motorcycle accident with one of my best friends. We were speed racing on this track and ended up crashing. Somehow, we ended up with matching scars.”
“Oh my god, you crashed and that’s the only scar you got?”
I laugh at her. “No, we broke a couple of ribs, too. It was a whole ordeal. Everyone got so mad at us.”
“I can only expect. It didn’t make you afraid to ride again. After the crash?”
I shake my head. “Nah. It just taught me that I needed to be a lot smarter and get a lot better. We all make mistakes. If we don’t learn from them, we can’t grow. If I didn’t get back on the bike after one accident, then I would’ve been giving up something I loved out of fear. That’s no way to live life.” I run my hand along her arm, tracing it up and down. “What about you? Have you ever broken any bones?”
“Nope. But I did sprain my wrist my freshmen year of high school when I was on the cheer team.”
“You seem like you’d be a cheerleader.”
She smacks me on the arm. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you’re super flexible.”